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"Ha!' oww... "For fek's sake... You ain't gotta tell me I botched it."
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My life. Why are folks so keen on sacrificing themselves for me, but lose their fekin' minds when I take a punch, or a bullet, for them? Another bump, another fekin' grimace. "I ain't lookin' for folks to tell me what I can and can't fight for, Cinc…
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I'm gunna let her have that defensiveness. If that's what she needs — to feel like she fekked up — then it's best she lets it simmer a while. Images of Fleece and Sierra flit into my brain again, and I shift uncomfortably. "Like you ain't snoggin' f…
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I pause for a few minutes, and give up on trying to sleep. It hurts too bad right now. "Just so we're clear, I ain't payin' for the ride..." I chuckle, but it stings, "unless you're payin' my doctorin' bills — and I ain't gunna listen to your arse a…
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OOC: Spending hold 1/3 — What does Cinch wish I would do?
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OOC: Reading Cinch. Roll+Sharp. (Highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 12)
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"Hell, even runnin' protection with this thing'd be worth their jingle..." I wouldn't fek with someone drivin' this truck. "Either way, the Irons wins havin' someone like you on the docket. I consider that a win, in spite of the shite circumstances …
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I listen attentively, in spite lookin' like I'm trying to sleep. The bumps send shots of pain through my torso, though, and I suck a sharp breath in through my teeth, failing miserably to mask my discomfort. The story don't sound like anything out o…
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... Fleece... shite. She ain't gonna be happy 'bout this. She weren't too happy 'bout me gettin' my face all fekked up — gotta think this'll be frowned on... I snort at the question of me havin' a good time with Isle. "Mis'rable," I tease, my voice…
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I settle in for the long ride, knowin' that won't be the only shite we see out here... Might as well rest, if not for this fekin' shoulder Cinch is goin' on about this being her fault or some shite. I put a hand on her shoulder. "Cinch — I just don'…
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Helping Cinch. Roll+Hx (+2). (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 2. Total: 10)
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I get up off my arse, regrettin' putting pressure on my bad leg. I give Ace a hug that lingers just a minute too long... I don't give a fek if I get shite for it — Ace pulled my arse out of the fire plenty when I was a kid, and seems she's doin' the…
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Fek... This is all fekin' sideways. I look up to Ace and shake my head. "Not on me; but if they follow us all the way to the Irons, I'll pay 'em up square."
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I look up at Ace with chagrin, and a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind next time I'm fleeing a gunfight, unconscious, and bleeding out on a bike." I look to Cinch, waiting patiently to git the fek out of dodge.
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The hug hurts more than I want it to, and I feign a smile for Ace. She's always been tough as nails, as long as I can remember. I'm feelin' pretty fekin' blazebrained right about now... My mouth feels stuffed with cotton, dry and sticky as all shite…
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Consciousness comes back to me slowly, the world a grey blob that shifts and slides into focus in patches. My body protests when I try to shift my weight. My muscles are tense, stiff, and sore. My head is pounding. I give up on tryin' to get comfort…
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OOC: Harm roll. Roll+1 (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 13)
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"FEK!" Blaze-brained, arse-headed, sun-scorched, rock-suckin', fipper-fekin', piece-of-shite, mother cooker! I kick at the damn bike, movin' as fast as I can to get it off me before those fek-faced UF blazebrains are on me.
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Act under fire. Roll+Cool. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 5)
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At first, I don't even notice I've been shot — I heard the bang, and spun 'round to see which one of those blazebrains shot at me... Then I feel something warm runnin; down my shoulder, and I know I've gotta move. Did that fekker fell off his bike…
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Harm move. Roll+1 (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 6)
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Well... I ain't got any keys to the car, or nothing... And I told Cinch I got this... I guess I knife the tub of rocks.
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OOC: Acting under fire. Roll+Cool. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 4)
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If Cinch ain't stoppin' me, then I'm gunna stroll right up to him, as close as I can get — the goal being to get close enough to slit his throat before anyone takes notice.
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Liberate... I look over to the garage and the Blazebrain blockin' my view. This doesn't look good. I shake my head, and show Cinch my knife, tucked into my jacket. "I got this," I whisper, motioning for her to stay put as I start crossing the space …
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"Holy shite, Cinch..." Wot the fek did I just hear? If I wasn't awake just yet, I sure as shite am now... I put an arm around her shoulder, and pick up the pace. "Yeah. C'mon. Let's get you the fek outta here. You need a place to hole up? Lemme get …
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I can sense Cinch's urgency, and pick up the pace — at least as fast as I can. Once I'm dressed, I say my goodbyes to Isle (presuming she's conscious enough), and head out the door with Cinch. "So what the fek happened?"
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Fleece... You ever have someone in your life that you always had fun with? No matter what it was, they always seemed to make shite better? Fleece was that for me, for a while... We used to get fekked up, and snog each other senseless under the star…
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All honesty, I could sleep for fekin' days. I don't bother getting out of bed. "Who's fekin' there?"
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Y'know, I can't help but think about my place in all this... The Fippers, the Fat Man, Sierra and her shite witch of an ex-master all bearin' down on me... How do I navigate all these external fekin' interests comin' in to steal what's mine? That, …