A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before. [ic, closed]

[grizzlyland]

|| The face, the height, the voice, never being able to find his gun--they were getting to him. He realized that he was a lot more on edge than usual. He was spending more time locked up in a room that wasn't really his, than he did outside yelling at people and drinking his beer. Too much could go wrong out there. Too many people could figure

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[badgerbadassus]

[ It had now long become a daily routine for the state, his sleeping schedule had become unpredictable. He could not rely on his 'memory' to be something that verified his times when he was sleeping and awake. He often brought a beer to carry along - it would bring him a sense of relaxation if his mind decided to over process certain subjects. He decided to toss it aside on the floor without a second thought when he was done with it. He'd pick it up later. Maybe. Probably.

He always wanted to believe those convenient shut outs of memory were things he just forgotten over time, like how would simply forget about a putting a pencil on your ear and forgetting you have did so - so you spend hours looking for it only to find it when you look at your reflection in a mirror. In retrospect that was a terrible analogy and at this point he had no idea what he was going on as he was walking to each room, making an ever so detailed list of the rooms of Headquarters - he had no desire to find an escape through something 'temporary' such as a

[grizzlyland]

|| The curse echoed down the hall, just loud enough to reach Surtsey's ears. He immediately recognized the voice. His eyes narrowed and he snarled the slightest bit, trying to relieve some tension for what was to come. This was just a fight. It was something he did for fun and to relieve stress, not something he did to truly hurt someone or enact revenge (although he did do that sometimes too). It was critical that he keep his natural aggressive attitude to a minimum

[badgerbadassus]

[ Wisconsin was busy on the otherhand coughing up the ink that probably dripped down his throat, this had to be the most disgusting and one of the top hundred most stupid things he ever did -- okay that was exaggerating, he did a lot worse stupid shit than this

[grizzlyland]

|| Surtsey's patience was already on a short leash, and it all but evaporated at the stupid chuckle and stupid look from Wisconsin. If he just had his gun on him... ||

No. None of that. || His words were snarled no matter how hard he tried to smooth them out. || If you don't fuckin', look, if you just--

|| This was pointless. There was no use trying to reason with the dumbass. Surtsey relaxed his shoulders, snapped his head to one side, effectively popping the bones in his neck, and then reached out to put a heavy hand on Wisconsin's shoulder. He grips on tightly to that should. He might not have the height advantage that he used to--goddamn, they were practically eye-to-eye--but he was sure that he was still stronger than anyone else in HQ. Let that be his source of intimidation. ||

I'm sick of all your shit, Wisconsin. You agreed to fight me at any time I wanted. I want now. You're gonna listen to me

[badgerbadassus]

[ He made a promise to a fight? Interesting. Getting his shoulder gripped tightly he wouldn't outwardly admit, was painful, and it showed in the brief squint of his eye. He was curious though what this infidel was trying to say.

So instead, he decided to bide time, with asking questions - as much as he causally thought of the end of his own state in his own various ways (mostly having to deal with nuclear fallout from those idiots out west and south of him.) he didn't have any plan to be beaten to death anytime soon. ]

Beating me to death? Now isn't that a little extreme? Now what do you need me to die for exactly? If you're actually going to kill me because you're one of Illinois' cities I'll be very upset.

[grizzlyland]

I'm not one of-- || Goddamn, but he really wants to punch the guy in the teeth right now. He saw that initial flinch though, and in some barren part of his mind, he thinks that means he's winning. ||

It's not that difficult, dumbass. || Deep, relaxing breaths. Try to loosen your grip on his shoulder. Atta boy. Now, just put your arms at your sides and try to look nonchalant. Eh, close enough. || I just need to relieve some stress, and either I blow stuff up or I get ta fight with someone.

Now, c'mon or I fuck you up. || Points in the direction he came. || We're not fighting here.

[badgerbadassus]

[ Time to stop that smiling, it came off more or less a habit majority of the time. And he wasn't getting any answer - death? Even if others considered him absolutely useless, he still didn't want to get beaten to death. ]

Well I suppose, but I do have one question to ask you - are you that miserable here that you have to kill someone? [ He is beginning to walk in that direction that the man pointed, and decided to use his favorite weapon. Rambling. Inwardly he hoped that he cared to listen. Reveal parts of the truth, to see if you can stop him. ]

I'll fight you if it relieves your boredom, I personally want to get the hell out of here too and was just looking for a way out... But most people are useless here and falling in love, which is beyond my understanding anyway...

[grizzlyland]

Of course love is beyond your understanding. You're bound to be lonely and useless the rest of your life. Still, you're no use to me dead. || He smirks as he thinks of even more ways to be condescending. || You're my new punching bag. If you're dead, you don't punch back, and where's the fun in that? Though I wouldn't mind blowing your face clean off to get rid of that damned stupid grin you always have, jackoff. || The last part is said quietly, under his breath.

He leads Wisconsin around HQ, up to the floor where, in one of the abandoned-looking halls no one goes in, there stands the door covered in soot. The hall, which is usually empty, is filled with all sorts of things now. There are power tools and lumber strewn all over the place. Surtsey motions towards them proudly. ||

This is my workshop since I can't go in my old one without people being suspicious. || No need for subtlety anymore. He would be gone soon. He walks up to the blackened door covered with hand prints and surrounded by barefoot human tracks. ||

[badgerbadassus]

[ He continued to try calculating what he was saying, but shifting through those various memories with incomplete information was a tough task. If Surtsey once looked at him when he was insulting the state - Wisconsin for lack better term would be spacing out. Don't worry, he'd hear that first insult eventually it just takes a while to get through properly

[grizzlyland]

Why do I like it here? What the fuck kind of stupid question is that? || He raises an eyebrow. He was sure that Wisconsin would understand, given his antisocial tendencies. They couldn't compare to Montana's, but they were certainly greater than some of the others in HQ. But, that's what he gets for assuming.

He makes a large, sweeping motion with his hand and speaks loudly, the most theatrics he has ever used in his life. || Do you hear anything? Do you see anybody? Isn't the air a little thinner?

|| There's a pile of wood sitting off to one side of the hall. He steps over this to get to what might be considered a "work bench." Here, he digs around for a few moments, and then uncovers a small, blue bag. The bag is small enough to fit in his hand, and if one were to look closely enough, he would see the initials "MT" on it, underneath that the name "Michel." ||

Only personal item I got left here. Huh. || Those words aren't directed at Wisconsin. He doesn't really care about the other state. Wisconsin is acting

[badgerbadassus]

[ Under that feigned ignorance, Gabe could see the very reasons why this place was this place was so enjoyable. He didn't need to be told the exact reasons, but he assumed automatically it was a place where he'd never be bothered. Solitude, silence, and in it's own way calming. While Gabe's antisocial behavior paled in comparison to other states, there was the whole issue he didn't want to be state to begin with. At least, not a state like Indiana, Michigan, and Illinois which fell into near bankruptcy in their frantic rush and dash to the top. Nor did he want to become those assholes on the east coast who believed they had some sort of birthright over anything west of them, which was likely why he - his people tried their best to keep their ideals of a territory still alive and a well, to have the freedom that they had

[grizzlyland]

|| If Surtsey's own mind wasn't clear into the clouds, he might have noticed Wisconsin swallowing his emotions, or he might not have. Either way, he didn't. His attention wasn't on Wisconsin; everything was focused on the door. There wasn't even a point to pretending to be Surtsey anymore. HQ couldn't hurt anyone he cared about because he didn't care about anyone. In fact-- ||

I'm Montana, dumbass. Fire doesn't scare me. || Of course. He just lets those forest fires blaze. || I don't mind using it as a punishment. People stole my horses, including you, fuckhead, so I got pissed. The first time I used fire was because I wanted to hurt HQ, tryin' to get home. It didn't work, and that's why-- || Motions to his face. || --I have this shitty face now.

It helped me figure something out, though, and It can throw me in that damn room as many times as It wants. || The last part is yelled so HQ can hear. ||

Are you going to fight me or what? I'm getting sick of fuckin' around.

[badgerbadassus]

[ ... So he was right. Now everything made perfect sense, he saw every attack now - every word, it was all to make to make him angry. To make him send into a rage, in hopes for him to attack him with an actual fight, for some strange reasons that Gabe could never comprehend. Fighting was something for years Wisconsin attempted to control, keep to a minimum due to those ages of brutality, violent, and remorseless actions. How anger and enemies would over turn the logic and it would lash out with it's wrath.

He relaxed to these thoughts flowing, allowing his mind to race - only for it to come to a complete stop. He'd give up all control and trained restraint put that into the hands of whatever consumed him. A weight lifted from him, as he looked back at Surtsey - no, Montana.

Yes, he did promise a fight, didn't he? If the other tried to kill him, so be it - there was more than enough various things around to do damage to him otherwise. The older state, although he was possibly at one time more experienced in war and fighting - it

[grizzlyland]

|| Wisconsin couldn't have been more wrong. If Montana's purpose had been to get Wisconsin angry, he would have targeted Wisconsin and only Wisconsin.|| Montana had gotten lucky. He had not targeted any single person, because his plan had not come together until just recently. No, if he had wanted to make one state angry, that person would have seen this a long time coming. That wasn’t the way Montana worked though. He wasn’t a planner, he was an opportunist, and Wisconsin had just given him a great opportunity, one that he wasn’t about to ignore

[badgerbadassus]

[ Oh of course, Wisconsin was wrong - he over thought things and assumed everyone people played with being subtle, as it was the only way for years that he was able to get back at people. He didn't realize once, that people did not play those passive aggressive games that he created. While he took in all information in papers, articles, and other various subjects - however even with that overload of information, it was nothing like seeing the place for itself

[grizzlyland]

Dammit. || The knife hadn't work, and he had practiced so hard and be so close too. The hand had wrapped itself around Montana's neck, but he was hardly concerned with it. His eyes were wildly darting around the room, but his hand was steady, reaching behind him and pulling out the small handgun he had taped underneath the workbench. It wasn't his old Colt, and didn't feel right in his hand, but it would do.

While normally he would pistol whip the guy out of quick convenience, he couldn't risk Wisconsin being unconscious. Having to start all over would ruin the mood for his plan. Instead, he puts the gun up level with Wisconsin's eyes and pulls the hammer back. ||

I'll kill you right now and find some asshole to take your place. || Which was a bluff. If Wisconsin didn't let go, Burch would force him to let go somehow. Both of his arms were working and they could still punch pretty hard when he wanted them to. Though, yeah, the crushing of his windpipe did hurt and he would like that to stop as soon as possible. || I'd