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Night 47: Gardener's Shed

Feb 26, 2010 20:59

[from hereBreaking the door down had been more of a workout than Grell had wanted that night, but after fleeing from a man who could create fire and seemed to be sending explosions all about the courtyard, he supposed he couldn't complain. The door gave way under the flurry of his attacks and Grell stumbled into the shed, dropping the chainsaw as ( Read more... )

grell, mello, niikura

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swornandbroken February 27 2010, 04:10:00 UTC

[from here]

The asshole had busted the lock for him, but Mello wasn't about to be remotely grateful for that. He reached the shed and flung the door open. That sprint had made him painfully aware that his legs were injured, and he all but bellowed.

"Hey, dipshit, I was here first!"

He squinted into the darkness of the small building, trying to make out what the fuck this whole chase had been about, gripping the pipe in both hands like a baseball bat. Said dipshit was about his size, and if Mello hadn't heard his voice, he would've sworn he was female. But fucking hell, that was a chainsaw. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on the pipe until his knuckles were white, so damn angry, he felt like the top of his head might blow off. "Don't even fucking think about starting that thing up."

deadlyjuliet February 27 2010, 15:01:15 UTC

His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he'd been about to search through the machinery (all so familiar. Didn't Ronald have something similar to that lawnmower over there? How cute) when the door flung open behind him. Spinning around, he brought the chainsaw up in both hands, ready to slice that big-nosed pirate in half if he had to, when he was instead faced with a most unsightly looking man. Such a nasty scar on what would have been such a pretty face. What a shame.

Also a shame was the man's attitude, which caused the death god to raise an eyebrow and bring the chainsaw up to rest on his shoulder. "Well, aren't you a rude little thing." Rude people deserved any nasty treatment they got and Grell considered chopping off an arm or perhaps both just to teach him a lesson. "And I sincerely doubt you were here first seeing how I was the one to break the lock and I am the one standing here looking at you coming in second ( ... )

swornandbroken February 27 2010, 20:14:28 UTC

At 'second,' Mello went very still, his eyes narrowing. No, those days are over. I'm not going to lose this time. He started calculating the angle and force for his blow. Why did he even try to reason with people here? He needed to stop being so damn nice.

He tracked the motion of the chainsaw, which the asshole seemed to be using mostly as a prop for now. Mello didn't plan on giving him a chance to do anything more with it. He schooled his expression to as close to calm as he could manage, and opened his mouth as if he'd give persuasion a shot. But instead of saying anything, he brought the pipe up as quickly as he could and swung hard for Grell's head, the side not protected by the chainsaw, aiming to knock him unconscious.

deadlyjuliet February 28 2010, 22:54:42 UTC

That seemed to royally tick the stranger off. Grell's smirk only widened, however, when the other man's eyes narrowed. He could see the gears turning in his mind and Grell knew he was going to get to play tonight. If only people were a little smarter about their choice in enemies. Was it so bad to share? He only wanted a bit of petrol and oil for his chainsaw. It wasn't like there weren't enough things in here that used it that he would be taking the only supply. Humans were such greedy, nasty little things ( ... )

sheepwood March 2 2010, 03:35:13 UTC

[From here.]

"That was easier than I thought it'd be," Guybrush said as he backed into the doorway, somewhat lamenting the missed opportunity to practice his insulting skills. Everything seemed to be going so well until he turned around.

Not only had one person beaten them to the location, but two people had arrived and had enough time to start a brawl between themselves: one was armed with a pipe, while the other had a chainsaw. "Wow! Now that's something I'd love to mount in place of my evil hand," he noted to himself. "It'd be a lot sharper than this hook, that's for sure."

Observation made, he turned his attention to Javert. "Maybe it was safer outside."

unmocked_lawr March 2 2010, 15:10:24 UTC

"Very probably." It appeared the two patients who had beaten them to the shed had come to blows. Best to avoid them for now and concentrate on searching the shed. It was unlikely that either of the two patients had received Special Counseling; at the very least, Javert stood a chance of reasoning with them if he and Threepwood were attacked.

He left the door open behind them--best to leave an avenue of escape if things got messy--and surveyed the contents of the shed from his current position. If there was anything out of the ordinary in here, he couldn't see it. There was a possibility that one of the machines lying in disuse here might be what they were looking for, but he wouldn't know the difference.

sheepwood March 2 2010, 19:59:10 UTC

Following Javert's initiative, Guybrush edged away from the open door along the wall of the shed, starting his search on the opposite side of his partner. "Okay, there's some sort of a treasure here and I have no idea what it looks like, and I don't have room in my pants to take everything." Leaning the handle of Javert's saber against his hook, he took his flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, tucking it under his arm ( ... )

oneman_onekill March 3 2010, 06:18:14 UTC

[from here with quasi-permission; Javert-mun, if this isn't cool, just let me know!]

Niikura crashed into the shed, still rubbing his eyes furiously and just barely avoiding the scuffle between Morgan and some guy he couldn't make out--wait, was that a chainsaw? He looked down at his flashlight and then backed up. Yeah, this...wasn't his fight. Time to find that treasure instead ( ... )

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