RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 8
POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Thursday, February 5, 2004 07:54
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Wash's Move:
Rolls his eyes at JAYNE's threat.
WASH: "Sumthin' unpleasant? Oh, God, what could it be? Maybe you'll spit and clean your guns while I'm eating... Oh, wait, you're already doing that..."
WASH proceeds to ignore JAYNE and continue eating.
End Move.
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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OOC: LOL, thats a great Wash line, Astriana!
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
After DAMON answers
SIMON drops the syringe on the metal tray with a clang as the expression on his face grows stern.
SIMON
With an Hungarian'esque accent
"Good, iz it safe?"
SIMON uses the straps to secure DAMON while looking him in the eye expecting an answer, much like DAMONs mother did when she asked him "who ate all of the cookies"
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
"Is what safe?"
Looks down at the straps with a confused look.
"Whatja doing?"
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
After DAMON says...
DAMON
"Is what safe?"
Looks down at the straps with a confused look.
"Whatja doing?"
SIMON
accent fading somewhat
"Making you safe."
SIMON pauses and his eyes harden.
"Iz it safe?!"
SIMON turns and retrieves a scalpel. Holds it up to the light and admires the clean sharp beauty of it as light scintillates along the razor edge, like diamonds flashing in a spotlight.SIMON continues to speak
"Entered, you have into my domain. Unasked, uninvited ... iz itsafe!"
SIMON looks into DAMONs eyes with an intensity that bores through DAMON with a fiery, yet bitterly frozen intensity, still awaiting the correct answer.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
Damon sees the scalpel in the doctor's hand and hears the voice in his head again telling him that something's wrong. Its getting louder, but he is still unable to break away from the drugs affects.
""Entered, you have into my domain. Unasked, uninvited ... iz itsafe!"
Damon still looks confused. "You brought me in here, I didn't want to... is what safe?"
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
As...
DAMON
Damon still looks confused
"You brought me in here, I didn't want to... is what safe?"
Calmed by the lights flickering on the scapel, SIMON lays the blade down and puts on surgical gloves. Picking up the scapel, SIMON quickly slices - expertly 'Xing' through the bullet wound in DAMONs abdomen.
PAIN shoots through DAMON, but his muscles refuse to react, except his vocal cords and lungs.
As SIMON reaches for the deep tissue forceps
SIMON
no change in his now placid demeanor
"Lies ... door was locked, you here before I returned. Pretending you had not broken in, perhaps? Standing outside, hoping ... I would not notice the lock was undone?"
SIMON digs savagely into the wound and retreives a gore covered bullet. DAMON is hit by another wave of nauseating pain. Amazingly, no blood errupts from the belly wound after this attack disguised as surgery.
SIMON
Waving the bloody forceps and bullet under DAMONs nose, an undisguised threat : this could get worse
"Lie no more ... lock you did pick?"
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
Location: very bad place
Damon opens his eyes, gasping for air in pained breaths. The drugs no longer provides warm fuzzy feelings and the pain from the mans hand in his open wound sears through him without mercy.
Waving the bloody forceps and bullet under Damon's nose, an undisguised threat : this could get worse.
"Lie no more ... lock you did pick?"
"NO!" Damon pulls another breath and answers as fast as he is able. "Shit, no I didn't do anything..."
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Mal's Move:
ZOE: "Sir? Thought you had WASH buy all this hooch as our cover cargo, now you wanna put it off the boat? The truck, yeah, maybe we ditch it here in the middle o' nowhere, but I'm thinkin' we outta keep the hooch on board. Hell, we could prob'ly all use a pull once we leave atmo, all we've been through the last few days."
[Mal shakes his head and replys]
MAL:"Best clean out your ears, ZOE. I said 'unload the truck an' trailer'. Don't want ta waste good booze, not when there's a whole load of limes an' a blender in that compartment there. Soon's we get Thorne's conex loaded and clear atmo it'll be margerita time. Dong Ma?"
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
As...
DAMON
"NO!"
Damon pulls another breath and answers as fast as he is able.
"Shit, no I didn't do anything..."
SIMON narrows his eyes in a raptor like fashion and droppes the dripping bullet into a stainless steel bowl on the tool tray.
The bowl rings with the impact. SIMON seems to be studying the sound until it fades.
He then turns and poises the forceps over the wound in DAMONs hip with his right hand. His left swiftly lifts the scapel from the tray and cuts a quick 'X' over the hole, exactly like the last bullet wound. Slipping the forceps just inside SIMON smiles a tiny smile.
SIMON
"Are you sure?"
Digs in with the forceps as roughly as possible and grasps the bullet. He pulls it out slowly with many twists and turns, stopping just from extracting it.
SIMON watches and makes sure DAMON does not fall into the void of unconsciouness. He waits expectantly for DAMONs answer.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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