[EARTHQUAKE] Dee and Gant in "Dance of the Sugar Plum Police Chief"
Keaton> ((Y'know... if you post this in your journal, you should probably put up an advisory recommending people listen to Mozart or something while reading this log xD)
Keaton> (Because it's so beautiful)
Keaton> (or Adagio for Spartacus)
Gant> ((me, I'm playing melissa etheridge to cover my lulz))
Keaton> (Perhaps Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy would cover the background music? X3 And heh. I haven't listened to enough of her)
Gant> ((I only own the Yes I Am album. I am so an eighties child XD Oh god. Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy))
Gant> ((*imagines Gant jeteeing across the stage in a speedo*))
Keaton> (Going "ohohohoho~" all the way? xD)
Gant> ((YES XD))
Gant: *Old Freddy's caning has put Gant at a bit of a disadvantage. By the time he is back on his feet, most of those worthless criminals have already scattered in all directions, outside the wall. Gant chooses to run about the wall to the main gate, knowing that if the escapees aren't merely losing themselves in the plain, they will have to come up to find the main road*
Dee: *Having recovered from her earlier fall, but still aching slightly at her presumably-bruised hip, Dee sees nothing abnormal at the main gate, and decides to depart, unaware of the approaching ex-police chief. As she walks (actually, it’s more of a dignified limp, which tarnishes the mood of being liberated from prison) to the exit, she curiously examines her pipe, still making sure it isn’t damaged. She has plenty of replacements, but substituting the broken ones is somewhat tedious, even if she’s somewhat prone to breaking them when she’s angry*
Gant: *The crime computer's hypothesis, it seems, was spot on. There is Ms Vasquez limping toward the main road, as if she is enjoying a leisurely stroll around the exercise yard rather than escaping it. Gant picks up his pace to overtake her* Ho ho ho! I've got you now, girlie!
Dee: *At the rather familiarly boisterous, loud voice, Dee freezes in place, her shoulders squaring together in a minimal gesture of surprise. That is something she never expected to hear again… or at least until her next prison visit. She’d want to visit Matt, or maybe Mr. Wellington, after all. Almost as though on a hinge, Dee cranes her head around, a look of incredulity on her typically icy features. Who on EARTH let HIM out?*
Gant: Oh ho ho! *Gant comes astride of her, his bare chest heaving from his run around the grounds, but still he laughs.* Thought you'd get away so easily, did you? Not on my watch, girlie! Ho ho! *If one were listening closely-- very, very closely-- one could almost detect a hesitation in this last chuckle. He had, after all, said the same thing to old Freddy, who had certainly made good his escape.*
Dee: *Dee, somehow, doesn’t find the energy to raise her eyebrow at Gant’s overall appearance - she’s still in quite a fair bit of disbelief that he’s actually outside of the prison walls. The only logical conclusion she can reach is that he escaped, but she has no clue what he’s talking about next. To Dee, it simply does not register - she just doesn’t understand a word he’s saying. Maybe she’s a bit off-kilter from the earthquake, maybe he’s just not making a lick of sense; who knows* What are you rambling about? *she asks, but decides not to comment on his unusual choice of nickname for her*
Gant: *His confidence back-- the woman isn't even trying to run, nor is she going to beat him down with that delicate little pipe-- he chortles again* Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho! No need to play dumb, my girl! We both of us know we don't belong on this side of the wall-- but I'll see every last one of you behind bars if it's the last thing I do! *As much as Gant enjoys speechifying, he knows he is wasting time as the other escapees put more distance between them. He grabs for the tiny woman*
Dee: *Now this is just getting ludicrous, Dee thinks. Frowning, Dee tries to come up with some sort of rebuttal, finding her silence discomforting, especially in the face of this man’s perpetual cheer* I don’t see what you’re talking about. I was let ou--!
Dee: *Just before she can finish, though, Gant grabs for her, and Dee lets out a loud gasp, yanking her body out of the way of Gant’s hand, but stumbling and staggering on her high heels. For once, Dee’s face is fixated in an expression of outraged shock at what she perceives to be an unjustified assault* What do you think you’re DOING, you brute?!
Gant: Apprehending you, in the name of the law! Ho ho! *Gant darts forward to catch the tottering felon, and instead gets his fingers entangled in her scarf. Reaching out with his other hand for a solid grip, he fingers the scarf experimentally. He didn't, after all, have any means of restraining the captive, as underdressed as he was for crime-fighting.* I think I'll be borrowing this, my girl. *He tugs on it; is it long enough to bind her hand and foot? It just might work!*
Dee In the name of the-?! *Dee appears aghast by this statement, and, in spite of all composure she typically holds, she spits out, still stumbling quite ungracefully as she attempts to evade Gant’s grabbing* You are an inmate on DEATH ROW! You are NOT a - a - *This epidemic of dumbstruck behavior is quite unnerving to her. She files a mental note to never encounter the ex-police chief ever again, for the sake of her façade as a stone-cold bitch. That is, if she gets out of this endeavor alive. Gant successfully snatches away her headscarf, unraveling the garment - Dee has to untangle her out of risk of suffocating herself on the makeshift leash. However, being unexpectedly liberated by the scarf, combined with her high heels, ends her momentary state of agility and she topples over, landing on the ground* UGH! *there is a snap as her pipe breaks underneath her like a twig*
Gant: Ho ho! I've got you now, girlie! *He is, of course, choosing to ignore every insulting word out of her mouth. He's so much different than the other criminals on Death Row. He still wants justice. He is still an important man.* Ho ho ho! I think we'll leave you here for the guards, yes indeed. We've got bigger fish to fry, out there. *His hands are working to untangle the scarf, that he might have the full length of it. Having accomplished this, he kneels beside the prone producer and makes to grab both her wrists in one hand* Little Matthew hopped on a motorbike, he's gaining ground as we speak, you know.
Dee: *Once Dee realizes that her prized pipe has been snapped underneath her, she feels her eye twitch in what can only be described as barely-restrained ire, her teeth gritting together in pearly white rows. She tries to resist, but ultimately, Gant, with his larger bulk and countenance, is significantly stronger than her and manhandles her wrists* U-Unhand me! *Dee snarls - if she had her pipe in her hands, she would have broken it into several pieces by now*
Gant: Ho ho ho! Just a moment, girlie. Knots don't tie themselves, you know. *Having at last brought both hands together, he wraps one end of the scarf around them, and ties it off with a simple square knot. With the other end, he dives upon her feet with all his weight, wanting to avoid any kind of struggle between his bare flesh and those stilettos.*
Dee: *Dee jerks furiously against her bonds, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, peeling them back open when she realizes that Gant’s at her feet. Realizing what he intends to do, she tries to kick out, or deter him in some way, brandishing her stiletto heels like foot-clad knives. Given Gant’s persistence, however, she’s rather inaccurate in her kicks - but unwieldy as those shoes are, they sure make effective weapons*
Gant: *One of the heels jabs him in the thigh, but even at his advanced age, Gant is not a man afraid of a little pain, and he doesn't recoil.* Oh ho ho girlie! It's no good, it really isn't. I've got you now! *He winds another loop at the other end of the scarf, and makes to tighten it around the flailing feet.*
Dee: *If Dee were to say she didn’t experience any satisfaction at watching her stiletto heel sink into Gant’s thigh, she would have been lying through the skin of her teeth. Such an undignified thing to do, but the ends justify the means in this case. However, witnessing Gant’s sheer endurance is somewhat agitating, and Dee nearly gawks quite openly at this, her hesitation affecting the movements of her legs. This is something she truly regrets in the next moment, as she sees the opposite end of the scarf loop around her ankles, ensnaring them. That was… foolish. Dee concedes mentally, resisting an edge of resignation out of her mental voice*
Gant: *Gant tightens the loop, and pulls it to loop again around the lady's wrist restraints* Ho ho ho! If you don't look like a Cornish game hen, my girl. *He chortles, and at last turns loose of the scarf to clap gaily* Hope you aren't too uncomfortable, but our boys should be out for you in just a moment. It's lucky you didn't get far, isn't it? Ho ho ho! *Painfully he pulls himself up, using his hand now to put pressure on his bleeding thigh.* I'll see you back in prison, my girl! Til then! *With a hobbling gait he begins jogging down the road after the other delinquents.*
Dee: *Uncomfortable indeed. Investigating her bonds by tugging on them and experimenting with the angle she’s been forced into, Dee realizes that she has been, essentially, hogtied - something quite mortifyingly undignified. Still consumed by apparent shock at her predicament - this is definitely a first for her - Dee’s eyes dart back and forth as she assesses her position, then narrow into virulent slits as she glares up at Gant, gritting her teeth* Do you realize what you have done, you addle-brained fool? I haven’t escaped, I’ve - *Before she can finish, however, Gant is gaily jogging away. Dee smolders, eyes still narrowed behind the loose, tousled locks of her bedraggled hair. She wriggles a little, testing her bonds, and yanks, only to realize that they are unyielding. At least he didn’t let her suffer the indignity of rolling her onto her stomach. That much Gant can be credited for. Dee gropes a little with her hand, and unconsciously brushes by a fragment of her bisected pipe. She grips the remains of that kiseru pipe, clenches her teeth, and utters in a low, venomous snarl, condensing all her fury into that single syllable* Gant…! *and the pipe snaps in her hand once more*
Keaton> (Because it's so beautiful)
Keaton> (or Adagio for Spartacus)
Gant> ((me, I'm playing melissa etheridge to cover my lulz))
Keaton> (Perhaps Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy would cover the background music? X3 And heh. I haven't listened to enough of her)
Gant> ((I only own the Yes I Am album. I am so an eighties child XD Oh god. Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy))
Gant> ((*imagines Gant jeteeing across the stage in a speedo*))
Keaton> (Going "ohohohoho~" all the way? xD)
Gant> ((YES XD))
Gant: *Old Freddy's caning has put Gant at a bit of a disadvantage. By the time he is back on his feet, most of those worthless criminals have already scattered in all directions, outside the wall. Gant chooses to run about the wall to the main gate, knowing that if the escapees aren't merely losing themselves in the plain, they will have to come up to find the main road*
Dee: *Having recovered from her earlier fall, but still aching slightly at her presumably-bruised hip, Dee sees nothing abnormal at the main gate, and decides to depart, unaware of the approaching ex-police chief. As she walks (actually, it’s more of a dignified limp, which tarnishes the mood of being liberated from prison) to the exit, she curiously examines her pipe, still making sure it isn’t damaged. She has plenty of replacements, but substituting the broken ones is somewhat tedious, even if she’s somewhat prone to breaking them when she’s angry*
Gant: *The crime computer's hypothesis, it seems, was spot on. There is Ms Vasquez limping toward the main road, as if she is enjoying a leisurely stroll around the exercise yard rather than escaping it. Gant picks up his pace to overtake her* Ho ho ho! I've got you now, girlie!
Dee: *At the rather familiarly boisterous, loud voice, Dee freezes in place, her shoulders squaring together in a minimal gesture of surprise. That is something she never expected to hear again… or at least until her next prison visit. She’d want to visit Matt, or maybe Mr. Wellington, after all. Almost as though on a hinge, Dee cranes her head around, a look of incredulity on her typically icy features. Who on EARTH let HIM out?*
Gant: Oh ho ho! *Gant comes astride of her, his bare chest heaving from his run around the grounds, but still he laughs.* Thought you'd get away so easily, did you? Not on my watch, girlie! Ho ho! *If one were listening closely-- very, very closely-- one could almost detect a hesitation in this last chuckle. He had, after all, said the same thing to old Freddy, who had certainly made good his escape.*
Dee: *Dee, somehow, doesn’t find the energy to raise her eyebrow at Gant’s overall appearance - she’s still in quite a fair bit of disbelief that he’s actually outside of the prison walls. The only logical conclusion she can reach is that he escaped, but she has no clue what he’s talking about next. To Dee, it simply does not register - she just doesn’t understand a word he’s saying. Maybe she’s a bit off-kilter from the earthquake, maybe he’s just not making a lick of sense; who knows* What are you rambling about? *she asks, but decides not to comment on his unusual choice of nickname for her*
Gant: *His confidence back-- the woman isn't even trying to run, nor is she going to beat him down with that delicate little pipe-- he chortles again* Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho! No need to play dumb, my girl! We both of us know we don't belong on this side of the wall-- but I'll see every last one of you behind bars if it's the last thing I do! *As much as Gant enjoys speechifying, he knows he is wasting time as the other escapees put more distance between them. He grabs for the tiny woman*
Dee: *Now this is just getting ludicrous, Dee thinks. Frowning, Dee tries to come up with some sort of rebuttal, finding her silence discomforting, especially in the face of this man’s perpetual cheer* I don’t see what you’re talking about. I was let ou--!
Dee: *Just before she can finish, though, Gant grabs for her, and Dee lets out a loud gasp, yanking her body out of the way of Gant’s hand, but stumbling and staggering on her high heels. For once, Dee’s face is fixated in an expression of outraged shock at what she perceives to be an unjustified assault* What do you think you’re DOING, you brute?!
Gant: Apprehending you, in the name of the law! Ho ho! *Gant darts forward to catch the tottering felon, and instead gets his fingers entangled in her scarf. Reaching out with his other hand for a solid grip, he fingers the scarf experimentally. He didn't, after all, have any means of restraining the captive, as underdressed as he was for crime-fighting.* I think I'll be borrowing this, my girl. *He tugs on it; is it long enough to bind her hand and foot? It just might work!*
Dee In the name of the-?! *Dee appears aghast by this statement, and, in spite of all composure she typically holds, she spits out, still stumbling quite ungracefully as she attempts to evade Gant’s grabbing* You are an inmate on DEATH ROW! You are NOT a - a - *This epidemic of dumbstruck behavior is quite unnerving to her. She files a mental note to never encounter the ex-police chief ever again, for the sake of her façade as a stone-cold bitch. That is, if she gets out of this endeavor alive. Gant successfully snatches away her headscarf, unraveling the garment - Dee has to untangle her out of risk of suffocating herself on the makeshift leash. However, being unexpectedly liberated by the scarf, combined with her high heels, ends her momentary state of agility and she topples over, landing on the ground* UGH! *there is a snap as her pipe breaks underneath her like a twig*
Gant: Ho ho! I've got you now, girlie! *He is, of course, choosing to ignore every insulting word out of her mouth. He's so much different than the other criminals on Death Row. He still wants justice. He is still an important man.* Ho ho ho! I think we'll leave you here for the guards, yes indeed. We've got bigger fish to fry, out there. *His hands are working to untangle the scarf, that he might have the full length of it. Having accomplished this, he kneels beside the prone producer and makes to grab both her wrists in one hand* Little Matthew hopped on a motorbike, he's gaining ground as we speak, you know.
Dee: *Once Dee realizes that her prized pipe has been snapped underneath her, she feels her eye twitch in what can only be described as barely-restrained ire, her teeth gritting together in pearly white rows. She tries to resist, but ultimately, Gant, with his larger bulk and countenance, is significantly stronger than her and manhandles her wrists* U-Unhand me! *Dee snarls - if she had her pipe in her hands, she would have broken it into several pieces by now*
Gant: Ho ho ho! Just a moment, girlie. Knots don't tie themselves, you know. *Having at last brought both hands together, he wraps one end of the scarf around them, and ties it off with a simple square knot. With the other end, he dives upon her feet with all his weight, wanting to avoid any kind of struggle between his bare flesh and those stilettos.*
Dee: *Dee jerks furiously against her bonds, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, peeling them back open when she realizes that Gant’s at her feet. Realizing what he intends to do, she tries to kick out, or deter him in some way, brandishing her stiletto heels like foot-clad knives. Given Gant’s persistence, however, she’s rather inaccurate in her kicks - but unwieldy as those shoes are, they sure make effective weapons*
Gant: *One of the heels jabs him in the thigh, but even at his advanced age, Gant is not a man afraid of a little pain, and he doesn't recoil.* Oh ho ho girlie! It's no good, it really isn't. I've got you now! *He winds another loop at the other end of the scarf, and makes to tighten it around the flailing feet.*
Dee: *If Dee were to say she didn’t experience any satisfaction at watching her stiletto heel sink into Gant’s thigh, she would have been lying through the skin of her teeth. Such an undignified thing to do, but the ends justify the means in this case. However, witnessing Gant’s sheer endurance is somewhat agitating, and Dee nearly gawks quite openly at this, her hesitation affecting the movements of her legs. This is something she truly regrets in the next moment, as she sees the opposite end of the scarf loop around her ankles, ensnaring them. That was… foolish. Dee concedes mentally, resisting an edge of resignation out of her mental voice*
Gant: *Gant tightens the loop, and pulls it to loop again around the lady's wrist restraints* Ho ho ho! If you don't look like a Cornish game hen, my girl. *He chortles, and at last turns loose of the scarf to clap gaily* Hope you aren't too uncomfortable, but our boys should be out for you in just a moment. It's lucky you didn't get far, isn't it? Ho ho ho! *Painfully he pulls himself up, using his hand now to put pressure on his bleeding thigh.* I'll see you back in prison, my girl! Til then! *With a hobbling gait he begins jogging down the road after the other delinquents.*
Dee: *Uncomfortable indeed. Investigating her bonds by tugging on them and experimenting with the angle she’s been forced into, Dee realizes that she has been, essentially, hogtied - something quite mortifyingly undignified. Still consumed by apparent shock at her predicament - this is definitely a first for her - Dee’s eyes dart back and forth as she assesses her position, then narrow into virulent slits as she glares up at Gant, gritting her teeth* Do you realize what you have done, you addle-brained fool? I haven’t escaped, I’ve - *Before she can finish, however, Gant is gaily jogging away. Dee smolders, eyes still narrowed behind the loose, tousled locks of her bedraggled hair. She wriggles a little, testing her bonds, and yanks, only to realize that they are unyielding. At least he didn’t let her suffer the indignity of rolling her onto her stomach. That much Gant can be credited for. Dee gropes a little with her hand, and unconsciously brushes by a fragment of her bisected pipe. She grips the remains of that kiseru pipe, clenches her teeth, and utters in a low, venomous snarl, condensing all her fury into that single syllable* Gant…! *and the pipe snaps in her hand once more*