And Away We Go..... [Closed]

[owe_ya_one_pal]

Characters:  Richard Gumshoe, Sho Minamimoto(, and possible Hijikata)
Content: A fight, an escape, and all the witty banter in between
Setting: The Brig
Time:  During the Zombie-pocolypse.
Warnings: Violence, and Sho being Sho.

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[pi_tothe_nth]

He had planned on waiting until the next port. Planned on a lot of things going differant then they were. But if there was one thing Sho Minamimoto was it was flexable. The undead slowly closing in on the city were the perfect excuse, the perfect cover.

He had made a deal, and until the dead came close enough to fight, he planned on doing his part.

He walked through the corridors of the ship, counting his steps as he went. To anyone watching it simply looked like another of the math fetishests kinks. In reality he was follwing a detailed map in his head. Even though he did look a little off; a small side bag bumping againts his knee and a familiar oversized green coat over his body. He walked, and waited until the coast was clear. The he pressed a long fingered hand to the floor. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.

Soon a hand darted out from behind Gumshoe, snaking around his mouth and pulling his bulk against an unfamilar chest.

"Struggle and I snap your neck." A voice purred into his ear.

[owe_ya_one_pal]

The words ment nothing. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't even properly input the messages that something was -touching- him. He was...well, he was simply instinct at that point. So fast and so rough, and it was only pure instinct that drove him backwards. Drove him backwards as hard as he possibly could, throwing every bit of force his body could manage into the wall behind him. He -felt- the hull dent under the force, and when the hands didn't fall away, he made a strangled sound before twisting hard to try and figure out who was on him and why.

[pi_tothe_nth]

He... hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting a mental dullard who would end up pissing himself at the smallest threat. Instead he ended up riding a bucking bull. A bull with enough power to...well... hurt.

He REALLY had not been expecting that.

But like hell he was going to go down to an... obtuse helmsman with a death wish! He snarled, holding on for dear life as Gumshoe slammed them both into the wall. He too felt the metal and wood creak behind there combined weight, and hissed.

"Goddmanit!!" he yelled before wrapping his legs around the larger mans hips, twisting and fighting to try and overtopple him with his own not-very-light weight.

[owe_ya_one_pal]

Gumshoe was a strong man. He was a powerful man. He was alot of muscles in a rather large body. He was alot of things.

He was not graceful. Or aerodynamic.

He hit the floor with a grunt and rolled, using the bench in the room as a wedge to try and keep the thing in his back from rolling with him. What the hell could make that noise? What the hell had enough power to..well, not be broken? He didn't like it, not one bit, and as he did his best to atleast -face- the thing on his back...if he could just -see- it.

Damned eye.