Comments | hometrail: (CLOSED/COMPLETE)

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(CLOSED/COMPLETE)

Jul 08, 2010 10:22

Characters: Grif (wheelwork), Washington. (freelancerpower)
Setting/Location: Some creepy wing of Beast's castle.
Date & Time: Day six, some time during the night.
Warnings: HALP... EVERYTHING...
Summary: Grif sort of accidentally antagonized Washington before. Now Wash is out of his cage, angry-sounding, and hunting him down. Not as planned.

( i saw a movie like this once. it didn't turn out well... )

dexter grif, #complete, washington, *day 06, #style: prose

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freelancerpower July 8 2010, 16:38:38 UTC

The logical part of Wash's mind is telling him to find a place to stand down and get some rest, to gauge his own injuries and carefully calmly plot out a plan of action, but the rest of his mind is telling it to sit down and shut the fuck up. He has work to do.

This isn't even really about hunting down Grif. Wash doesn't see him as a threat, an obstacle, or even vaguely relevant to his mission and the task at hand, at most a kind of annoying lazy orangey blob on the horizon that he might be able to use at some point of time. He just has a policy on -- delivering on his threats, making sure people know he isn't just saying it when he says he'll hunt their sorry asses down if they don't cooperate. The fact that he just happens to be kind of pissed off and that Grif would make a decent punching bag is just a bit of a bonus ( ... )

wheelwork July 8 2010, 16:56:59 UTC

Oh, lame.

Grif had been so absorbed in his door-rattling that he hadn't stopped to listen for... well, anything, really. Looking back at it, he would probably justify it as, if you're afraid for your life, you don't pay very close attention to your surroundings. But maybe that was less everybody and more... just him.

When Wash appeared out of God damned nowhere, Grif nearly jumped out of his skin. Distantly, he realised he may have babbled something like holy fucking shit! in surprise.

He floundered about for a few seconds, torn between options (run? grab gun? hit him? fall on the floor and wail?), but he still had the sense to verbally defend himself. "I wasn't running!" ... "Technically." At most, it was a brisk jog...

freelancerpower July 8 2010, 17:06:54 UTC

This was actually kind of pathetic.

Wash doesn't respond, for a moment, eyeing Grif, glancing briefly at the obviously locked door and checks around for any windows, any other possible venues of escape, and -- none. The door didn't look particularly sturdy, but Wash assumes that if Grif had been capable of breaking it down, he'd have done so already.

So he just steps into the room and closes the door behind him, that little click of the door lock a little too audible in the enclosed space, leans back against it, folds his arms, and -- doesn't say a thing.

He's giving you some time, buddy. Reach him. Make him your brother.

Or you know, spill some information before he actually actively beats it out of you.

wheelwork July 8 2010, 17:20:25 UTC

"Okay, I like how this is going so far. How about you stay right there, and I'll stay over here. Because I like that plan. This is good talking distance." So what if he was nervously rambling? He had a fair reason. Washington was serious fucking business tier.

The only way to behave around him was to behave as one would around a wild animal. No sudden movements, no loud noises, no sudden movements, no threatening gestures, no sudden movements... such as running while flailing about and screaming...

He took a slow step back, hands raised to chest level and ready to shove Agent Asshole back if he made a run for him. As if he could push him away. It was the thought that counted, and the thought was at least a little comforting. "Uh, what do you want?"

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