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| Doc Balance | Jul 12 2011, 08:29 AM Post #11 |
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This was the important part. No threats. No wisecracks. Just get out. With a slight nod, Nick began to back out of the room, towards the door. He didn't want to start another showdown, they didn't have the time. As he reached the door, he noticed Jacob was still standing around like an idiot. “Jacob,” he barked, “we're getting the fuck out, if didn't you notice.” Without a word, the slight man joined him at the door. Nick shoved him out the door, and then followed, keeping his eyes on Dane the entire time. Well, he was nice. Be a shame when I have to kill him. Jacob kept his eyes ahead of him as he and Nick walked the halls, looking for a way up. This wasn't the adventure he hoped for. They should have been working together. They should have been fighting aliens. They should have found a way to win. In his heart, Jacob knew these were just his old boyhood dreams refusing to grow up. There was no team-work here, and there was no winning. All they could hope to accomplish was avoiding defeat for a few hours, maybe days. The real-world had taught him the cold reality that had always haunted his hopeful musings, clawing away at the edges of the border between dreams and nightmares. In this world, he couldn't be the hero. He doubted there even was one. Did it matter? Not really. A lack of heroes had never disturbed him before. His old memories faded back into the mist, and Jacob's new mission took shape: He was going to get his coffee, and he was going to murder anything that got in his way. (((Nick Taggert and Jacob Stratz continued elsewhere.))) Edited by Doc Balance, Jul 17 2011, 01:23 AM.
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| Slamexo | Jul 15 2011, 10:06 PM Post #12 |
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Dane finally lowered his pistol after the intense stand-off as Nick and Jacob left the bathroom, leaving him and Craig alone. The doorway was covered in alien gore. “We'll give them a few minutes to make some distance.” he stated without even looking at Craig, simply expecting him to obey without question. His eyes continued furrowing themselves behind his sunglasses as his hand went up to the splash of blood on his chin that had brought them to the room in the first place; it was starting to dry on his face, and that intensified his scowl. “Who were they?” Craig asked quietly, reluctantly, as his eyes moved between the doorway and his partner who had begun to wash the grime off his cheek. Dane shrugged a reply as he worked on his face, though Craig continued to look at him for further words. He was starting to realise just how lost he was in the situation. “Other contestants.” the spy finally elaborated, returning his look to Craig with his face cleaned as much as the cheap bathroom tap's water could manage. “We're not the only ones, remember. You have to be careful.” “But they wanted to team up,” Craig responded, the first time he talked back to Dane. “We could've made a team!” “And then what? They shoot you when you're not looking, or we make it up to the top floor and they do it then instead.” Dane rebutted, his brow furrowing yet again after its breath moment of relaxation as water had cascaded down his features. He was starting to realise that Craig was the type who'd make this argument repeatedly, no matter how many times he went over it. The two waited in the bathroom in a painful silence, Dane's eyes and pistol pinned to the door for the moment where someone would volunteer for a quick and painful end, Craig's sight wandering around nervously between his partner and the various fixtures for want of anything to focus on. The alien guts were starting to smell. “It was Craig, wasn't it?” Dane broke the silence first, though he still kept his vigilance on the entrance. Craig nodded in response, but of course he didn't see that he realised. “Yeah, it was Dane right?” he wanted to sound polite to his ally and not look out of touch; he hadn't forgotten the name of the only person who could get him out of the situation alive. He saw Dane's nod in response, small as it was. They didn't say anything else and soon Craig was back to looking around the bathroom for anything to focus on. “Okay, that's long enough.” he said at last, relaxing his shoulders yet finger still wrapped tightly around his weapon as Craig moved up to join him. “We go out here and you show me where the stairs are.” Craig nodded again as the two left the room. The smell was still burrowed in their noses whilst the timid office worker hoped their next encounter would be different, but he couldn't decide how. ((Dane Copper and Craig Carpenter continued elsewhere)) Edited by Slamexo, Jul 15 2011, 10:07 PM.
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