Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Dec 6, 2015 22:50:26 GMT -5
Ellie felt a vague sense of nausea as she listened to Lev ask some truly disgusting questions. Oh god. Had she gotten him started on another bad habit? Making deals with people that wanted to take advantage of him? At least she'd just wanted to get faster medical care, not chop him up and sell him to the highest bidder. Oh god. Did Lev want to be the highest bidder for some chopped up sucker? She was going to be sick.
She walked a little slower to fall behind Lev, opting to trust him not to try to grab Fatass McAddiction again. They took the left and Ellie was looking about again. All of this gave her a very uneasy feeling. Something bad was going to come out of all of this, she could feel it in her bones. Nothing good ever came from associating with Scavengers. Especially not ones willing to slice someone up for auction.
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Angel of Music
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Post by Soup on Dec 14, 2015 20:52:55 GMT -5
There was a good moment where he just gaped at Levenin, whether in awe or disgust it wasn't given much leeway. The kid was bold downright asking him such a question, and with another person who looked none too comfortable with the sudden turn of conversation. Her color had flooded out of her face and she honestly looked sick, he almost felt bad for her.
"Okay, look. I mostly deal in mods only. Meatier currencies are usually commission only, and never for cash. So if you want to deal in selling cadavers for a living you need to find the right people willing to share that info---And not from me. Another thing being, it depends on who wants it and what it is. It has to be fresh, healthy. No offense, but I doubt your kidneys are worth jack out here."
Nick glanced back at Ellie and just stared, running a finger along the seam of the right eye-hole of his mask. If she could see his face his expression was one of honest curiosity and his voice filled even more so with it. "Your eyes are pretty interesting. Two different colors. What's going on there, hm? Heterochromia? Blind? Genetic splicing?" A pause. "....A mod?"
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Vigilantes
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Post by Levenin on Dec 29, 2015 3:35:32 GMT -5
”Oh… oh no no, don’t do that…”
Maybe Lev hadn’t exactly promised to not touch this guy again but he was determined not to. Patient’s wishes and all, so long as said patient didn’t require physical assistance. So watching as Soup proceeded to comment on Ellie’s eye mod so closely made it difficult for Levenin to not go over and move him back a few steps for his safety. Her face was dimmed by shadows, but he didn’t need 20/20 vision to see her mood was instantly souring. Personal questions were huge taboo. Perhaps another unspoken job of his role was to prevent a beating.
”H-Hey, what about teeth mods, yeah? Dental is pretty expensive, right?” Levenin interjected before baring his pearly whites. ”I make my own venom and stuff. How much is that worth?”
Ahead, he could already see the poorly illuminated streets through the alley’s opening looming ever closer. He hung the first right he saw-- an alternative route that was necessary, despite Lev’s wishes to keep to places with decent lighting. Especially at this time of the night, leaving one’s self too out in the open was just asking to be an easy target. Unfortunately, the Slum’s poor layout lead to nothing but mazes of alleyways that he had yet to really know by heart. ”Detour. I’m sure you understand. The police have been patrolling around a lot more lately so better to be safe. Umm, Ev? Could you scout, please? Find the best way north?”
He pointed to a fire escape above, leading to the top of a dilapidated three story building where she could get a bird's eye view.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Dec 30, 2015 11:02:47 GMT -5
Cold ran down her spine at the attention he was paying to her eye and she felt her stomach clench. She stood stock still, even as Lev clearly tried to distract from the situation, anger washing over her. Oh. Oh fuck no. Fuck this. Fuck him. No. Growling she stomped forward, grabbing Tweaker's shoulder to turn him properly towards her so her fist could find his face, mask be damned.
The blow sent him backwards to hit the wall of a nearby building and left her knuckles throbbing from hitting the mask. She had a brief moment to think she might have broken something in her hand (wouldn't be the first time) before she noticed that she had broken his mask. A long jagged crack ran up the middle of it from where her fist had connected and the whole thing was starting to slide off his face.
"Don't you fucking try to start shit with me." She snarled, rubbing her hurting knuckles. "Nin, lets just go. He's not worth our time."
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Angel of Music
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Post by Soup on Dec 31, 2015 2:21:18 GMT -5
Nick's attention turned on Lev the minute he jumped in on the impromptu show and tell and flashed his teeth at him. He didn't get a chance to properly question the obvious splice job as Ellie grabbed him and a fist collided smack dab in the middle of his face.
The force itself knocked him against the nearest wall and he could have sworn he heard a cracking sound even louder than the obvious shattering his mask let off before metallic bitterness flowed into his mouth. The mask itself had fallen away to lay forgotten on the ground, the other half dangling from his neck by wires. Whatever wooziness that had left him moments before had come back even stronger and the added taste of blood made him want to heave onto the pavement. He slid to the ground, the bricks of the wall snagging at his clothes and hair as he did.
"H-Holy shit..." He sputtered and spit, a shaky hand grabbing at his scarf to quickly press it to his nose. He grudgingly accepted that he probably deserved that---offhand comments weren't a pleasant opener he should have known better. And what did he have to show for it? A busted nose staining one of his favorite scarves and now a compromised identity. Another trembling reach with his free hand into his lower hairline and the wires came free from his ports. He gazed down at the shattered bits of mask sadly, all that time and work put into this wasted.
An eye for an eye. Her gloves had been ruined after all.
Nick let out a tired laugh and let the scarf fall, wiping at his nose with his arm in its place. "Yeah, leave me here. That's what I wanted in the first place."
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Vigilantes
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Jan 14, 2016 20:15:02 GMT -5
”Ellllllvrika!!”
Lev had to stop himself from screaming out her actual name in the middle of his shock. But really, why would she do that after she promised him she wouldn’t? Okay, maybe Ellie didn’t promise to not inflict bodily harm but doing so defeated the purpose of the escort mission she had agreed to.
”We’re not leaving him, especially not after you punched him in the face!” Levenin scolded, bending down to slap Soup’s scarf away from his nose as he attempted to get a better look. ”Don’t lean back, it’ll make it worse. I can't believe this...”
A rare moment of rising anger for Lev— when was the last time he’d ever felt steamed over anything? By now, Ellie’s impulsiveness was standard but right now, it only served to push him over the edge from worried to disapproving. Levenin reached inside of his cape to dig out a roll of gauze before shoving it into Soup’s nostrils as gently as he could. He sighed in relief after a quick survey of the damage. Everything seemed aligned enough through the swelling. No embedded fragments of mask either.
”I don’t think she broke it, at least,” he said, still searching for any kind of pain killer hidden in his pockets. ”But I’m still not gonna leave you alone like this. We somehow managed to make everything even worse than it was… I’m sorry…”
Lev might’ve demanded Ellie apologize but besides the fact his anger was quickly fizzling out, he knew full well she wouldn’t. He stood first, offering a hand to the wounded man, another sigh. ”Let’s… just hurry up, okay? Evrika, scout, please? It’ll get you away from him, won’t it?”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Jan 20, 2016 12:08:14 GMT -5
Ellie actually felt a little offended at the disapproving tone Lev was using with her. How was she the one in the wrong here?! The creepy fuck had said he preferred to carve out mods and then directly asked her about her eye! If she'd been the stupid one to get knocked out in a Slum alleyway the tweaking fucker would probably have wasted no time slicing up her face worse than it had been before. He was lucky she stopped after a single punch.
And now he was wasting medical supplies on the dick. Great. Not like she worked hard and put herself at risk to get those supplies and money for the clinic. She narrowed her eyes at him when he told her to go scout ahead, jaw clenching in irritation. One of these days he was going to get himself killed because someone smiled at him.
"Whatever." She said with a huff, tightening her hold on the bundle she'd taken from Soup. It was a real temptation to just ditch the both of them right now and take the stuff for herself. Lev could find her later if the fat fuck didn't kill him. But no, she'd feel bad if he got hurt while she wasn't around. Even if he deserved it for being fucking stupid.
Damn it.
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Angel of Music
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Post by Soup on Jan 31, 2016 15:58:33 GMT -5
Nick winced as the gauze was shoved forcefully into his nasal passages, albeit his would-be nurse was trying to be gentle. He reached at Levenin's hands and took them in his own, pushing them away as gently as he could in turn---he needed to find his own bearings, not that he didn't appreciate the help. This wasn't the first time he'd walked out of a situation with some injuries here and there (he hid them well).
"Gimme a second, here." letting go of the other man's fingers he reached up and gingerly felt around the bridge of his nose. It wasn't broken. Good news there. The cracking noise from earlier must have been the components in his mask shorting out when the metal snapped through. After a moment of pulling his snagged clothes from the bricks behind him, he pulled his pack closer and opened it. A quick dig through the contents had him fishing his own gauze from a small medical kit and holding it out in offering.
"This is to replace what you used on me." His tone was absolute, he wasn't taking the roll back. Final answer.
Turning away from Levenin , he scooped up the pieces of his mask to give them a once over. It had been completely snapped in half. Evrika's strength was no doubt impressive he had to admit. The wiring had to be re-soldered to fix it, but sadly the outer casing would need to be replaced. Nick stuffed the pieces into his bag and glanced over to where she had disappeared to.
"...I" a pause as he slowly pushed himself to his feet, taking the offered hand when he felt off balance. He was still wobbly and laid a palm against the building for some form of support.
"Actually, no...We owe your friend an apology. She was right to do that, I spoke out of turn. Your anger was misplaced just a bit."
Shouldering his bag, he slowly staggered his way after Evrika. Some stumbling steps later he almost matched her pace, letting out a small cough to hopefully get her attention.
"I wanted to apologize to you. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question after, y'know, revealing my trade. I was honestly just curious, given I have my own mods." his ears dipped down. "I understand if you'd rather leave. I haven't exactly been welcoming of your help from the get go."
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Post by Levenin on Feb 22, 2016 19:27:31 GMT -5
Well, he’d made her mad. Not like that was hard to do, but Levenin couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. He really did try to avoid spiking her temper, as terrible as he was at doing the exact opposite of that. But even as she reluctantly agreed to scout for him, Lev wasn’t about to excuse her anger being taken out on their guest. Er, his guest, rather. He knew Ellie wanted nothing more than to leave and start their mission, even if that meant eventually doing it alone at this point.
”H-Hey, don't-!” Levenin protested as his attention was taken from the woman by the feeling of stubby fingers clasping themselves in his. ”Y-You shouldn’t touch it. You might move something out of place and make the bleeding worse. Umm, I don’t think it’s broken but I don’t think the Novigel will do much for it from the outside… Unless I stuff it up the nostril, maybe...”
Levenin dug deeper into his pockets, as if more supplies would magically appear if he willed it enough. He’d brought medigel, sure, but only just a few packets. Most of it was knock off brand to begin with, meaning more was needed if something came up. Wasting it on the chance it’d fix a cracked nose wouldn’t be smart right before a mission that was still waiting for both him and Ellie. And then it hit him-- no wonder she was angry with the situation. How could Lev forget he was her medic before anyone else's, especially when supplies were limited?
Almost as if Soup could read his mind, Lev was presented with a roll of gauze, to which he fumbled around in surprise. ”Oh no no, it’s fine. I can always get another later… Y-You’re the patient and… You gotta worry about your own things.”
No arguing his way out of this one, but heaven knew Lev couldn’t argue his way out of a paper bag anyway as he conceded to watching Soup stash away the shattered remains of his mask. He continued to say nothing as he helped the man get to his feet and follow a still miffed Ellie not too far away. What was even happening anymore? This whole thing was a bad idea but he’d feel too guilty bailing on his promise halfway through.
”I’m sorry too,” he called after her. ”…I forgot about our deal.”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Feb 23, 2016 15:09:37 GMT -5
Ellie's frown only deepened when the scavenger approached her and she took an automatic step away from him. His apology caught her a bit off guard; it was rare that anyone to own up to what they did to piss her off. Well, Lev constantly apologized, but those were less sincere and more a result of being an anxiety riddled fuck. She turned her focus on her sleeves, tugging them down to cover more of her palms. "Don't waste your breath. My friend over there won't rest until this is done." The word dripped with sarcasm. She then squared her shoulders and jabbed a finger into his chest, "Take it as a warning shot. You try anything? Anything at all? You won't be getting off the ground again, got it?"
Her glare was turned to Lev, eyes narrowing at him. "You? Shut the fuck up. This isn't about our damn deal." She let out a huff through her nose and turned back around to march forward. Fuck the both of them.
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