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

[badgerbadassus]

[ He continued to stare at Montana, gripping at his throat and fingers attempting to dig into his skin. One could probably tell now it wasn't in the best condition as it tried to attempt a vice like grip around his neck. His eyes squinted, and his body briefly twitched not from hesitation but the actual pain from not properly taking care of his injured hand.

It was clear he wasn't acknowledging anything, not even possible movements that Montana could pull. The only thing in mind, was to eliminate the threat in front of him - and that in itself was a fun game that he had long missed. At first, it seemed that he wasn't listening to a word that the other tried to say. Pulling his fist back with his free hand - aiming to smash in the disguised state face with his fist. After all, he wouldn't miss it if it was mangled, wasn't he going on how terrible it was before

[grizzlyland]

|| Montana grins. Not only had he finally gotten Wisconsin to react by using his words, but the other state had let go of his neck with one of his hands in order to punch him. Montana managed to get in a good breath before the fist connected with his nose. As soon as he was hit--which hurt like a bitch, he had to admit--he had his hand on Wisconsin's arm, his own grip very good at being "vice-like." ||

What did you say to me, fuckubb? || The mispronunciation of that word probably meant his nose was broken. In a few seconds, when he was tasting blood, and knew it to be true.

There was no time to think about that. If his grip was good enough, he would twist Wisconsin's arm behind his back and hold him there. The best way to get the upperhand in one of these fights was to take hits and ignore all pain. Never hesitate. Scream and intimidate. ||

You can't win!

[badgerbadassus]

[ Wisconsin's overconfidence and neglect to pay attention to what was happening, for that one moment was enough for Montana to twist the other state's arm around with little problem. He hissed in pain, biting down on his bottom lip as if it was an attempt to ignore that ridiculous pain of his arm being pulled into an unnatural position. Leaning over, trying to get into any position that would be comfortable and that shooting pain from his arm.

He didn't make a single sound, other than a few hisses and wanted to twist his body around to fight - to kill Montana, but unfortunately there were a few problems.
a.) He drank too much alcohol, didn't enough to eat, and overall had a slower reaction time than usual.
2.) He only had about four hours or less of sleep, give or take a half an hour. Not only that, he clearly had not been taking care of his injuries prior.
iii.) This fucking hurt. Seriously.

... However, he'd do his best to struggle - and attempted to stomp on his foot. A pussy move, but it was worth a shot. ]

[grizzlyland]

|| The foot stomp missed. If Wisconsin really was weaker than normal, Montana didn't notice. He was more focused on his mission. ||

That was a quick fight, huh? You need to take some fighting lessons. I'd offer you some, but I'm going to go home, and, well, you'll be dead.

|| Burch twisted the arm more, an attempt to get Wisconsin to stop struggling. His eyes scanned the room, trying to find his closest trap he had set. ||

Ha! There ya go! || He half-leads Wisconsin over to a pile of blankets, struggling the whole way, and then shoves him forward to where he knows he hid the bear trap. Wisconsin would be a lot less difficult to deal with if he managed to get his leg in the trap (not to mention it would make for a lot more interesting of a fight). If not, Burch was ready with the gun to follow up. ||

[badgerbadassus]

[ Perhaps by a stroke of luck he did not set off the bear trap. Instead, he stayed down for a few moments before he got back to his feet, this time figuring - maybe it was a good time to bring out that pocket knife he always carried. It was a case of life or death now.

Pulling out the knife, Wisconsin lashed out at the other fighting him, which may or may not have been the best idea. He could always be easily pushed back after all onto the bear trap. If at first you don't succeed, knock him over again! ]

[grizzlyland]

Fucker--!

|| So that didn't work, and now it seemed that Wisconsin had a knife on him. The knife came quick enough to leave the slightest cut on Montana's arm. He, once again, ignored the pain and kicked out with his foot, aiming for Wisconsin's chest. It didn't matter if the knife ended up stuck in his knee. This fight needed to end soon.

His back pain was getting much worse. It felt like his skin was boiling--like something was trying to burn its way out. Worse, though, was if he didn't end this soon, the thing would completely drain him of what was left of his energy. ||

[badgerbadassus]

[ And that he hit as he drove down that knife towards - aiming for it to go into the other's knee. But that blow knocked the wind out of him and he staggered back onto the blankets, not thinking - not calculating the danger or why he was being tossed there to begin with as he caught his breath.

Then the trap was set off. He screamed in pain, he knew was probably bleeding as he fell over backwards onto his ass - shutting his eyes and hissing while he did so. Slipping into into very violent German curses - Wisconsin glared angrily at the state above him. Wriggling his leg around in the bear trap, hoping he still had some circulation in it or his leg wasn't destroyed beyond repair. It probably wasn't and he was being over dramatic, but still.

Whatever was going to happen next, was going to hurt more than anything. ]

[grizzlyland]

|| The knife sunk into the part of his thigh just above the knee, causing him to let out a loud, short shout of pain. His pain was quickly forgotten, however, in favor of making sure Wisconsin was unable to escape.

The rope he had left on the work bench seemed insufficient for keeping Wisconsin in place, so Montana opted for the metal zip ties. All of this took a mere matter of seconds, and Montana was back to Wisconsin by the time he had accepted what had happened and was looking to hurt someone for it. ||

Sorry, you ain't goin' anywhere. || He kneels down and grabs Wisconsin's damaged arm. He reaches for the other, ready to tie it to the mangled arm behind his back. ||

[badgerbadassus]

[ Your half assed apology is not accepted Montana. However, no matter how he struggles with how much energy he has already wasted - and believe me, he is struggling, almost to the point he wants to probably bite off one of your fingers if get in his reach - it's clear he is extremely tired. He really did put his all and then some into fighting back, even if he was far from being tough as most other states or most for that matter.

Even as it sunk in at the futility of the situation, how he wasn't ever able to one thing right ever and couldn't even save his own life. But he would not let the hopelessness consume him, he'd die before that did. And if death for him here was the finality, and he were to be suitably replaced - hopefully, hopefully their memories would be replaced with that one who was simply betterFinally coming terms to with his uselessness, despite his arms now being completely tied up, his leg being caught into that trap... Wisconsin made an effort to force himself forward, and twist his body around to make an attempt

[grizzlyland]

|| The teeth find his arm, and it is painful, but Montana lets him continue. He figures Wisconsin needs the chance to let out a little aggression, and Montana owes him that much. Plus, he won't be talking while Montana is, which is important for the next part. ||

You're in pain right now. It is my fault, I know. I wish I could say I was sorry, but I'm not and I don't regret it. I'm not doing this because I hate you or anything. Far from it. || Small, almost wistful smile. || I barely even acknowledge your existence.

...but I do. Because it's convenient. This is out of convenience. || Rips his arm away from Wisconsin and finds his hunting knife. || Just wanna make sure you understand I'm not doing this out of something petty like revenge. You've never been that bad of a guy, sometimes you're even cool to drink with. So, you know-- || Sarcastic smirk. ||

--don't hold this against me. || He brings the knife down towards Wisconsin's leg that isn't stuck in the trap. ||

[badgerbadassus]

[ The knife dug deep piercing into the skin, that sharp pang went throughout his body - it's hard to even say if Gabe heard a word that Montana said. Perhaps it would hit him eventually, but for a while it'd stay floating there - sinking in like that very blade. It would reach eventually, in minutes, hours, days, or even a week. He bit down even harder to ignore the pain, doing it's best to rip and tear at his skin - to make anything. anyone stop it. If he attempted to speak it would have been incomprehensible either way.

The image of who he saw there shifted - slowly changing form, the individual in front of him was not who he was. They were not the exact same words but the tone was the same. The expression was the same. It was all same. His body continued and raged into more violent thrashing, there wasn't even a scream, a yell, Wisconsin was only focused on attempting to rip him apart with his very teeth. It wasn't going to work, but it was worth a shot, make him pained and suffer for just a second. Make him show one sign of

[grizzlyland]

|| The first headbutt connects dead center with Montana's own head, and this time he does have to reel back and regain his senses. Any other time, and he would probably be impressed with himself in how riled up he had made Wisconsin get, but now, he just looks down in apathy. A trickle of blood snakes its way down his forehead, and his head throbs a bit from the pain, but it's nothing compared to the pain he's currently inflicting on Wisconsin. He's not worried about it. Soon he will be home and this entire mess will have only been for the greater good.

He stands up and away from Wisconsin, once again going for a weapon in the room. The long rifle he found was something he had literally tripped over when walking through the halls one day. It wasn't like the model he had when he was little, but it was close enough that he figured the symbolism would fit. ||You're gonna have to hold still. The more you move around, the more likely I am to miss a vital and that'll just leave you in more pain. I'm gonna put you outta your misery

[badgerbadassus]

[He wanted to continue fighting, manage to somehow pull his leg from the bear trap, get up despite the pain and climb to his feet. Continuing to swing his head around, partially as a weapon, partially to get up - but mostly to push that flask away. He did not want it - he would not be given something out of absolute pity in his final moments. He somehow managed to get on one knee

[grizzlyland]

|| Backs away from the struggling and the vomit. This had gone on long enough. If he didn't end it soon, he might not be able to follow through, what with Wisconsin looking so pathetic and all. His point was made; HQ had to understand. It was only a matter of time before the sacrifice would be accepted and Montana would be home.

He stands and backs of a few steps, but keeps his rifle trained on Wisconsin's head. Situating the rifle so it's steady on his shoulder, he reaches for his flask with his extra hand and empties a great deal of it into his mouth. His eyes stayed on Wisconsin and that pathetic look on his face. It was...You really thought you could beat us? You're pathetic. Did you have any idea what was happening? Did you actually believe that we cared? You're pathetic. You're useless. You're--

...it was really familiar.

His rifle lowered the slightest bit. His eyes glazed over and the flask fell to the ground. It was only a moment, and then his resolve returned. He had to finish this. ||I don't care. I don'

one of two, lol whut.

[headquartering]

[ Enough! ]