Post by Fallindown on Oct 31, 2011 22:01:28 GMT -5
Champoux’s disposition is morbid as he glares out into the unlit balcony of the hotel. Closing the Venetian blinds, he looks down at his prosthetic hands and idly begins opening and closing the scissors.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] I’d hate to take a Stockton Slap from that.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] My hand can do more than slap, my friend. It has over a dozen self-defense mechanisms built in. For example, take a look inside the middle of the two blades.
Champoux opens his shears, allowing Freeman to get a view of the base of his artificial limb.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] I’m not really sure what I’m looking at… I think I see a little hole.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Indeed. You’re staring down the barrel of a gun.
Freeman immediately jerks his head to the side and almost falls over.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Fuck, mang! That’s cool!
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Yes… What kind of weapons are you guys carrying?
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] We’ve got a small, aluminum baseball bat, a stiletto knife, and some bicycle chains we jacked from the rentable tandem bikes down at the boardwalk.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] That’s… That’s it?
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Yep.
A look of shock and confusion crosses Champoux’s eyes.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Look, mang… We three are PitFighters first and foremost. Our business requires us to use our fists and nothing else. We never thought we’d ever have to transport some comatose bitch across miles of a hostile territory.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Well, I just hope any Pancrites we run across are only armed with shoteis.
While Champoux is rubbing his forehead, Sean Tovin suddenly pops up on a table between the two.
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] I’ve just finished assessing her vital signs the best I could.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] How is she? Is she good to go?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] To start off with, there’s no evidence of serious blunt trauma, so it doesn’t look like she was beaten much. As for the coma, the only things I can find that could explain it are the needle marks on her arm. There’s no way for me to tell what was given to her. I’ve been able to partially wake her up several times by administering oral sex, which gave Baob an opportunity to force some Good Humor bars down her throat. So that takes care of the nutrition.
While working down there, though, I found it to be very apparent that she endured some serious sexual abuse. I managed to bite off most of the genital warts, but she’s definitely going to need some Motrin.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Jesus. She was violated… But it at least sounds like we can move out?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] Yes, but there is one more thing you should know.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] What?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] She’s pregnant.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] I’d hate to take a Stockton Slap from that.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] My hand can do more than slap, my friend. It has over a dozen self-defense mechanisms built in. For example, take a look inside the middle of the two blades.
Champoux opens his shears, allowing Freeman to get a view of the base of his artificial limb.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] I’m not really sure what I’m looking at… I think I see a little hole.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Indeed. You’re staring down the barrel of a gun.
Freeman immediately jerks his head to the side and almost falls over.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Fuck, mang! That’s cool!
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Yes… What kind of weapons are you guys carrying?
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] We’ve got a small, aluminum baseball bat, a stiletto knife, and some bicycle chains we jacked from the rentable tandem bikes down at the boardwalk.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] That’s… That’s it?
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Yep.
A look of shock and confusion crosses Champoux’s eyes.
[glow=red,2,300]“Ruby” Rick Freeman:[/glow] Look, mang… We three are PitFighters first and foremost. Our business requires us to use our fists and nothing else. We never thought we’d ever have to transport some comatose bitch across miles of a hostile territory.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Well, I just hope any Pancrites we run across are only armed with shoteis.
While Champoux is rubbing his forehead, Sean Tovin suddenly pops up on a table between the two.
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] I’ve just finished assessing her vital signs the best I could.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] How is she? Is she good to go?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] To start off with, there’s no evidence of serious blunt trauma, so it doesn’t look like she was beaten much. As for the coma, the only things I can find that could explain it are the needle marks on her arm. There’s no way for me to tell what was given to her. I’ve been able to partially wake her up several times by administering oral sex, which gave Baob an opportunity to force some Good Humor bars down her throat. So that takes care of the nutrition.
While working down there, though, I found it to be very apparent that she endured some serious sexual abuse. I managed to bite off most of the genital warts, but she’s definitely going to need some Motrin.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] Jesus. She was violated… But it at least sounds like we can move out?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] Yes, but there is one more thing you should know.
[glow=silver,2,300]Rick Champoux:[/glow] What?
[glow=hotpink,2,300]Sean Tovin:[/glow] She’s pregnant.
