Egg Thief.

[thesizeofabarge]

Who: Gaston and Vidal, possibly Claire later?
What: Gaston stealing eggs, Vidal "stopping" him.
Where: Kitchen
When: Early morning. Like, ass crack of dawn. Only there's no dawn on the Barge.
Warnings: Ass Kicking.

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[captain_vidal]

Someone might have suspected that Vidal volunteered to catch the thief just to have an excuse to clobber something. (He would have never used the word "clobber", though, because it sounded silly and unimportant.) Someone might think that he spent his time waiting in the early hours of the morning with anticipation. The usually calm if not abrasive soldier displayed a certain sort of abandon when he turned to violence -- his particular sadism shone vividly, and this was a fact a few were already aware of, his Warden included

[thesizeofabarge]

Gaston turned, surprised. His arms were loaded down with egg cartons, and, had he been anyone else, he might have dropped them - thus rendering the eggs useless to anyone.

He contemplated the man with the skillet for a moment, then straightened to his full height. Vidal wasn't so big, and Gaston didn't feel much like explaining that he was used to eating eggs, and early.

"Or else what? You'll beat me with a frying pan?" He laughed loudly. "Like some housewife?

[captain_vidal]

Vidal addressed him with perfect coolness. "No signor. You are stealing from the kitchens, and we have limited supplies. You understand this, si? So you cannot have many eggs when everyone is alotted only one or two each day. There are over one hundred people here for feeding." He examined the pan briefly. "So if you are going to be stealing, then I will be stopping you. And I will not simply beat you with a frying pan like some housewife because you and I are both men, and I do not use heavy things to give strength to my attack, which a frail woman would require to have an edge, si? I am using it because I intend to do serious irreparable harm to you, however, because I do not tolerate thieves."

[thesizeofabarge]

Gaston's smile turned into a sneer and he put his free hand on his hip, the other arm cradling the eggs. Was this guy for real? So what if there were people to feed; there was other food. They could eat that.

Of course, the circumstances called for a bit of action. He'd have to part with the eggs for today and teach the Spaniard a lesson.

"Well, then I should probably-" he punctuated the sentence with a wordless shout and threw the eggs at Vidal.

[captain_vidal]

Frenchmen.

Of course, this is what Vidal would have thought if he had known the man he was speaking to was, in fact, French. As it was, he held up an arm to block one of the cartons that came hurtling toward him, snarling -- the scar on the left side of his face curling into a deeper smirk, and stepped back out of the refrigerator to grab hold of the door.

[thesizeofabarge]

Gaston ran at Vidal, bent low so he could catch the man in his middle. He obviously hadn't noticed Vidal's hand on the door, or he might have reconsidered this brilliant plan.

[captain_vidal]

The man wanted a fight, so there was no way he wouldn't have come at him eventually, unless he had thought to try to goad Vidal into the enclosed space with him, which might have done more damage than the spaniard would have liked. But thankfully the thief played right into the maneuver he went for, and as he came barreling toward the entrance of the walk-in refrigerator, Vidal took a calm step back and roughly slammed the door shut.

[thesizeofabarge]

In his own world, where doors were wooden instead of steel, Gaston might not have had a problem with this; the door might have splintered and fallen open, and Gaston might have emerged with minimal bruising.

The door was steel, though. He hit it and fell back, seeing stars and leaving a small dent where his head had been.

[captain_vidal]

Vidal heard and felt the impact, and hearing a dull thud afterward decided that it was safe enough to open the door. He sneered down at the fallen man, and patted his hand with the pan as though it were a truncheon. "It begins," he mused.

[thesizeofabarge]

Gaston rubbed his head, groaning from the pain, his nose scrunched with the pain.

"You...are messing...with the wrong...guy," he said. Speaking was causing quite a bit of pain - every word sounded like thunder. He tried to get to his feet.

[captain_vidal]

"On the contrary, signor, you should perhaps be more aware of who you are facing. Do not attack me out of pride. You will lose, and I am not unafraid to teach you a lesson in humility."

[thesizeofabarge]

He staggered slightly, but managed to stay upright. Still seeing double, he advanced on Vidal.

Slowly, this time, and with an arm out to prevent another attack from the door.

[captain_vidal]

This time, Vidal retreated one or two steps again, this time sidestepping to let Gaston out into the open. Once he was, he swung at him with the pan.

[thesizeofabarge]

From Gaston's perspective, two frying pans were coming at his head. He raised his already outstretched arm to block them, taking the chance to drive his other fist into Vidal's gut.

[captain_vidal]

That was an unexpected connection, but Vidal stumbled back into a counter. He righted himself quickly, giving the other man a baleful look. A real man can take a few knocks and keep moving, and part of him was mildly impressed that Gaston still persisted.

Reasserting his balance, he strode toward the larger man and swung at him again.

[thesizeofabarge]

Gaston attempted to block this second attack, but miscalculated. The frying pan connected with his already much-abused head, and he stumbled sideways into a shelf. Pots and pans clattered to the floor.

"You need a weapon, huh?" he said, trying (and almost failing) to sound taunting. "Can't fight me like a man?"