an arm for a leg
Who: Dave and Jack
When: Friday
Where: 34-D
Summary: HEY GUYS I DON'T THINK I'VE MUTILATED JACK ENOUGH THIS WEEK
Rating: R
Warnings: Meat grinders + dersite bloodfountains + jesushands
Jack groaned, trying to wriggle his way out of the most uncomfortable sleeping position of his life, and jesus shit not this again. His shoulder was sore, his everything was sore, he just wanted to go back to sleep and have one decent night's rest this week. But no, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it?
Fucking asshole interns. Jack snarled, gradually slipping into proper awareness. What the fuck was it this time?
He was standing up... no, suspended over the ground, strapped onto some sort of metal slab. More important than that was the fact that he couldn't move his arms or legs even an inch this time around-- his hands and feet were jammed into some weird, overly large metal cuffs, his limbs stretched out just enough to make him uncomfortable. His head, however, was free to move. He decided to take this as a bad sign.
Of course, he still wasn't alone. On the far side of the room was Dave. He could see the shape of a note stuck to the Knight's shirt.
Jack was getting kind of sick of this, so this time around he just... stayed quiet. Maybe the test wouldn't start until Dave read the note??? Man that would be so awesome if it were true.
When: Friday
Where: 34-D
Summary: HEY GUYS I DON'T THINK I'VE MUTILATED JACK ENOUGH THIS WEEK
Rating: R
Warnings: Meat grinders + dersite bloodfountains + jesushands
Jack groaned, trying to wriggle his way out of the most uncomfortable sleeping position of his life, and jesus shit not this again. His shoulder was sore, his everything was sore, he just wanted to go back to sleep and have one decent night's rest this week. But no, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it?
Fucking asshole interns. Jack snarled, gradually slipping into proper awareness. What the fuck was it this time?
He was standing up... no, suspended over the ground, strapped onto some sort of metal slab. More important than that was the fact that he couldn't move his arms or legs even an inch this time around-- his hands and feet were jammed into some weird, overly large metal cuffs, his limbs stretched out just enough to make him uncomfortable. His head, however, was free to move. He decided to take this as a bad sign.
Of course, he still wasn't alone. On the far side of the room was Dave. He could see the shape of a note stuck to the Knight's shirt.
Jack was getting kind of sick of this, so this time around he just... stayed quiet. Maybe the test wouldn't start until Dave read the note??? Man that would be so awesome if it were true.