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Apr 22, 2008 16:19

Who: Dawson, Gordon, Unconscious!Jeb
What: Throwing the kid in the shower
Where: Longcoat hideout - bathroom
When: Midnight, January 17

His grip tight on one of the unconscious boy's bicep, Dawson (with a little help from Gordon) none to gently dragged the former Resistance fighter out of the room. This was the man who had disrupted Longcoat operations ( Read more... )

jeb, gordan, dawson, ball aftermath, 01/17

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gordon_ransom April 23 2008, 06:02:01 UTC

This was pathetic. Honestly, the Sorceress with this was just sad. It took far too long to get the blond into the area with the shower, and even then he was wearing a mountain of clothing. Damn, and he had thought the uniforms she forced Longcoats to wear was bad, but this was like two times that easily, c'mon. It was bad enough to have to see this dude naked but now they had to take forever to strip him off. Why couldn't the Fae just magic his clothes off and shower him herself? Ozma knew she had the magic ability to do so.

Pausing to rub his head and his forming headache he managed to pull off the final shirt of the unconscious blond and toss it off somewhere. The Fae would want him naked anyway. Moving away from the two for a second he slammed the water on, not even caring if the clothes got soaked, this just needed to get done. If he got paid it may not be as bad but damn it, this was sad. Beneath almost any of their fellow men, or at least the men that they used to have, some of these guys were questionable.

thomas_dawson April 23 2008, 06:11:34 UTC

Noticing the grimace on Gordon's face, Dawson smirked. "What's the matter fuckface, your feelings hurt? That the big bad Fae kicked your godsdamned ass out of bed for this runt?"

It took forever to get the unconscious bastard's fucking clothes off. Why could they have not just killed the fucker and got it fucking over with? Just cause some white as Ozma's fucking conscious bitch felt the need to have a Resistance fighter on a lead like a small dog? Although...it was just too fucking amusing that Gordon in all his 'I'm fucking bad as shit' glory was tossed aside like the least attractive fucking whore in the Realm. And that was saying something.

Dropping the pale, barely living body against the wall of the shower, Dawson reached up to adjust the spray to hit him. Fuck if he was gonna touch the kid more than he had to.

"Or are you pissed you didn't get a chance to fuck him yourself?" He asked slyly, feeling the need to prod his fellow Longcoat.

gordon_ransom April 23 2008, 06:15:56 UTC

"Could give a fuck if she doesn't want me back, unlike you, Dawson, I'm not completely run by my need to have sex every day. Though if you're considering taking Zero up on that offer I'd have to blow your head off. Never know a fucking good thing when you got it," Gordon replied before turning the spray directly on him, they could say he drowned. Wouldn't really be able to say it was anyone's fault, because he was not holding the fag up and neither was Dawson.

Though he could have gone on a bit more he didn't feel like it, after all the jackass was likely to toss Kieran to the side as he had been, and then someone would have to pick her back up again. While he didn't think a treasure like Kieran should be thrown away, he was more then glad to get her, even if he would be mocked for the leftovers.

Not his damned fault she didn't know an idiot when she saw one.

thomas_dawson April 23 2008, 06:26:14 UTC

Dawson laughed, before he ran through part of what the fucker had said. "Every day? You wait that long?" He was genuinely surprised by the idea. "Huh. No wonder you've always got a fucking godsdamned stick up your ass about something. You need to get fucking laid before it falls off from disuse, you fucking dumbass ( ... )

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doctorsrose April 24 2008, 00:53:10 UTC

Miel checked her room. Large bed with silk sheets of dark purple and translucent linen draped around it. An over abundance of trow pillows and large cushions. Fine Fae furnishings, scented oils ( ... )

thomas_dawson April 24 2008, 07:46:23 UTC

True, way too fucking true. Then again, he supposed, Jeb Cain did not fucking exactly make him think he was of the godsdamned rough and ready types. Probably one of those sissy motherfucks who needs candles and romantic shit to get up some bitch's skirts. Who had that much godsdamned time for that shit? "Fuck Gord, he probably fucking thinks she's the best there is. I've had some of those Resistance bitchs he would've had access to, all bark and no fucking bite. What's the godsdamned point to it then ( ... )

gordon_ransom April 24 2008, 21:06:59 UTC

He snorted, "Well compared to all his little men friends that he had at the rebel camps I'm sure she was the best he had." Take that as you will, Jebbidiah, but he knew that Dawson would easily pick up on his words. His attention shifted between the two men before offering a thoughtful not of his head, "True. Princess needs to keep herself clean, reminds me of the little girl." Now, he'd heard just like everyone else that Wyatt and DG were together, and so that would make Jeb naturally protective of her. "I wonder if we'll each get a round with the little one too."

Now that would be fun, assuming Zero didn't literally kill her while he had his fun. While Akzadellia was a treasure yes, DG was an innocent little one, and that was what got his engines going. So easy to break they were ( ... )

spiffeh_jeb April 25 2008, 19:31:58 UTC

The woman - they'd called her a fae, hadn't they? - had come to rescue him - wait, did he really want to call it that right now? she was obviously working for Zero, - from hearing any more of the conversation between the two men. Then again, he might be better off with her than two Longcoats who no doubt wanted to kill him, and he would rather not hear about what they wanted to do to Az when he was completely powerless to stop them.

Take him to her bed? He did not want to be taken to her bed, or anyone's bed, besides maybe his own, right now. Briefly, Jeb considered struggling and protesting, but he was in no shape to do more than stand weakly with the water beating down on him. The best thing he could do for himself and the princesses right now is to go along with this woman, whatever she was going to do, and regain the lost blood. He was sure that Cain would be out looking for them soon, as soon as tonight, if he had his way, and Jeb could help... somehow ( ... )