And the skin you call your home holds a heart that quits
((OOC: Sorry for all the new posts this one is necessary though. -_-))
Robin Rice has finally made it back to the hotel. It took longer than he anticipated but his brain isn't exactly functioning at its peak at the moment. He has a large bottle of pills to take two times a day. They make it difficult to care about much though he can still manage a ( Read more... )
Robin Rice has finally made it back to the hotel. It took longer than he anticipated but his brain isn't exactly functioning at its peak at the moment. He has a large bottle of pills to take two times a day. They make it difficult to care about much though he can still manage a ( Read more... )
...Actually, Des did not intend to engage a giant spider in an alley beside the Conrad. Spiders the size of dumpsters just... Happen. Sometimes they happen to Des.
At the moment, he is casually working backwards with the revolver pointed at it. There are a few trashcans knocked over on their sides that are proving to be problematic for the spider and Des is just waiting to line up a shot...
...Except he hears footsteps behind him and his initial response is to turn away from the distracted spider and point his gun at the person creeping up behind him.
....And promptly feels very stupid.
"...Hi, Martha."
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She moves to be by his side and aims her gun at the thing, too, though she's not sure how affective this is going to be. In sickness and in health, for better or giant spider of doom...
"...I'd really rather not have to toss a grenade in an alleyway next to my hotel."
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He turns back towards the giant spider, which is working its way over the trashcans at long last- clearly its not very bright. "One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me where you got those, 'cause I want some." And then, with barely a pause, It might go down with bullets."
He raises his gun and fires a couple of shots at its furry head. It bleeds. It does not actually stop.
"...It might go down with more bullets."
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Martha frowns because she's not so sure. Grenades are much easier than guns. She finds she's favoring them rather a lot but she'll give the bullets a try. It's rather large. It's going to be a bit difficult to fire enough bullets in the correct spot to stop it completely.
She copies Des and fires a few shots in its head as well. For all the good it does.
"...I think we've... managed to anger it. The abdomen might be a better target. Their brains are rather small and more protected than say their underbellies would be, but..." But she'd much rather grenade the sucker than slide under it and fire bullets up its abdomen.
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...It puts a damper on a relationship.
"Um..." Des looks around, because he'd like to avoid the grenades and he has nothing against sliding under that sucker if he can find something to...
KID WITH A SKATEBOARD.
"Wait for a second. HEY, YOU SMALL CHILD." Des says, darting out of the alley. He grabs the kid, removes him from his skateboard, and runs back, shouting, "It's for great justice" over his shoulder.
When he returns, he's holding a skateboard like he just won the New York lottery, "Martha, do you trust me?"
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She occasionally does things that make sense and by occasionally the narration means quite often. Martha opens up her mouth to scold him for stealing a toy from a small child. Honestly, it's like stealing candy from a child. Terribly cliche and just mean. There's no need to be a big bully even if he is her fiance, and- Oh, right. Great justice. There's a giant spider and all.
"No, but I'm not sure that I have any choice in the matter at this point." The smile on her face should tell him that she's being plenty sarcastic. "Of course, I do."
The narration would like to remind them both that there is a giant spider. Who else would act this way with a giant spider trying to kill them only a few feet away? No one.
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He lays down flat on his back on the skateboard and waggles his eyebrows at Martha in a I got this expression.
And then he kicks off the ground and slides across the alley going underneath the spider and shooting upwards a few times as he passes under it. He rolls off the skateboard and it hits the back of the alley with a small crash. The spider topples over, but tries to stagger weakly to its feet.
Des shoots it twice more in the back of the head and it falls over, dead.
He whistles. "Okay, that was not my idea of a date. When was the last time you ate, Martha Jones?"
...What? Killing giant spiders makes him hungry.
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The Doctor was brilliant. She trust him at this point but she probably trusted him too much, too soon when she first met him. Mistakes.
The eyebrow waggling makes her roll her eyes with a very fond loving smile. It might be added. It's nice not to have to grenade a monster in the side alley of the Conrad. It would have been interesting to cleanup either way, but this way will hopefully be a little less messy.
"You're lucky you didn't severely injure yourself or I'd have been rather cross. Nice move though as your fiance I can't officially approve of anything that puts you under the belly of a giant, raging spider." It's unofficial approving that she gives. Martha climbs over the limbs of the spider as she walks up to him, leaning up to give him a kiss. "I ate this morning, and I could definitely eat, again."
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Apparently, unofficial approval isn't good enough. Des needs his manly epic praised, apparently. ...Or something.
He kisses her back and pulls away with a smirk. "Good, because I'm thinking someplace nice where we can celebrate properly that we're still alive and Chicago's still standing, 'cause... I gotta tell you? That is cause to celebrate."
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She really was impressed but it's much more fun to tease him. Martha does not feel the need to praise the epic manliness or epic anything of her boys especially when they ask for it.
Martha raises her eyebrows at him with a smirk of her own. "Someplace nice that's... actually open? Then again I haven't left the hotel since the day of first born reappearance. Someplace nice or the only place on the street that's open. Either way... it's fine with me."
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He throws an arm around her and leads her around the dead spider.. Surely, someone will deal with that so that there's not a rotting spider corpse sitting in the alley next to the hotel. Someone who is not him.
He barely considers the question, because clearly he is made of confidence. "I'm sure we'll find someplace. They can't close everything. For all we know, there's a nice little steakhouse that's makin' a killing because all the other nice little steakhouses exploded."
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"I suppose I can't argue that possibility," she says, thinking that she'll have to call an assistant later to ask them to take care of the dead spider. It tends to scare away potential hotel guests after all. "And even if we don't find a nice little steakhouse, we can at least work up an appetite... for something."
Honestly, she hadn't meant that to come out that way when she started talking. She really didn't.
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Des has better things to do, thank you very much.
"Well, if all else fails, we'll find a hot dog stand and eat hot dogs in front of the massive crater that used to be a fountain... Or, I dunno. Feed the ducks. The ducks that hopefully have not mutated into horrible duckbeasts."
...Because that's totally a valid concern.
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