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| The Corporation | Mar 26 2010, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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“LUST: Hankering for impure pleasures.” - Undisclosed Graveyard; 2010 DJ blinked up at the rainy sky, mud and blood mixing on his face obscuring his vision. His head felt like it had been jammed full of cotton and his body was beginning to numb in the freezing rain. He was not sure how badly hurt he was but he could definitely tell there was something wrong with his ribs. The last few moments had been some of the more violent ones in his life and they were given to him compliments of Tobias Devereux.. Though at the moment DJ could not see the source of his current misfortune. The rain water was causing the dirt in the hole to turn into a thick, slick mud which ran over his suit and hands making it difficult for him to move around. He tried to stand however the intense pain it caused his chest and head caused him to stumble forward, slashing down in the slurpy mud. “..aahhh..” he managed to utter out in a half hearted croak. He once again tried to pick himself up, this time bracing against the side of the muddy grave Tobias Devereux had beaten him down a few days ago. He looked up slowly as he could hear the distant sound of Tobias Devereux’s voice and another man. He leaned against the slick muddy wall for a moment before he turned, digging his feet and hands into it, slowly pulling himself up. The soil was not yet lose enough to cause him to slip down and despite the pain he was able to pull himself half way out of the grave. Coated in a thick layer of mud and soaked to the bone, DJ’s wild eyes looked around to spy Tobias Devereux and another shadowy figure. Not wanting to find himself in a two on one odds, DJ picked himself up off the ground. Moving erratically from side to side with his arms wrapped around his waist he tripped and stumbled forward. At one point, he completely lost his footing, falling over in the wet grass, rolling to the side as if to hide himself. He could no longer hear Tobias Devereux nor the mysterious other man and so he felt some what content that he was free for now. Using a near by tombstone to brace himself, DJ slowly picked himself up off the ground, the pain wracking his body causing him to shudder as he let out a loud grunt. “..car..” He tried to focus the clouds in his mind so he could get to his goal. He had to get to his car and get out of this crazy graveyard. Away from his attacker and back to his task.. This was.. A set back to say the least but he could still try to take the heart out of SVO. He could still do what he had to do in order to ensure the Corporation would have the advantage after Resurrection.. Night. The heart and soul of SVO.. DJ had to get to him. Tobias Devereux had cut him off here but he couldn’t be everywhere at once.. Could he? No.. no of course not. But first he needed to get to his car.. And the hell out of here. “..keys.. Car..heh-heh.. Uuugh.” he sputtered out, wiping blood and mud from his face as he stumbled forward over the slick wet grass toward his car. Seeing it ahead of him DJ broke out into a hobbled run, slipping and tumbling, crashing into the side car with a loud thud. He leaned there for a moment, taking in sharp breaths of air as his eyes wandered around where he was. Almost free.. Almost safe. He just had to get into the car. Just had to get in the car and out of the graveyard. And unexpected turn of events to say the least but he would have to fathom it at another time. He fished the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, stumbling in before he slammed it. Another moment and he had the car up and running as he breathed heavily, running his hands through his dirty, mud and blood soaked hair, taking a moment to view himself in the rear view mirror. “..there.. Not.. So bad..” He said as he blinked slowly, attempting to straighten his hair out as best he could. For his part he looked terrible, very much as though he had just been through a violent struggle in the middle of a graveyard for which he did come out the better of. Coughing loudly he released the emergency brake and roared out of the graveyard in an attempt to put as much distance between himself and Tobias Devereux as possible. “What.. Was unusual. Woo. Glad to be out of there now.. The craziest folks hang out around graveyards.. We’ll remember not to repeat that exercise in the future..Ugh..” he gurgled a little and hacked then reached spit something up into his hand, eyeing it. One of his molars, white and clearly torn from the root. “..well that’s not good.” He eyed the bloody tooth in his hand as he drove down the road with a quirked eyebrow, shaking his head as he put it into his pocket. Leaning forward he opened the glove box, doing his best to keep his eyes on the drenched road, taking out a few paper towels which he used to clean up his face as best he could. He could tell he had some swelling starting just above his eye and that there were lacerations all over his arms from his ordeal that were starting to sting with the threat of infection if he did not get himself clean soon. “..ok.. We’ll.. Swing by the motel and get ourselves.. Cleaned up.. Fix ourselves up.. Change our cloths.. Then we’ll head over to Juliana’s place.. Without any Tobias Devereux around to stop us.. This time.” he managed to wheeze out before he coughed violently, blood and spittle spattering on his steering wheel. He steered through the rain on the slick road for awhile before he managed to pull toward a small Motel 6, rolling into the parking spot in front of his room. Coughing and wheezing, DJ opened the driver’s side door, stumbling out of it. His body was still not reacting properly and even though he knew his brain was telling his legs to walk forward he was instead swearing around in various different directions, not generally the one he wanted to go in. Eventually he did manage to get to the door of his room, pushing it open as he fell in, landing on his chest with a thud. He laid their for a moment, groaning slowly. “..not.. A good day.. Perhaps. Could have been worse though..” Croaking he dragged himself into his small motel 6 room using his feet to kick the door closed behind him. His body was slowly started to shut down on him and he knew he needed to take a shower to clean all the gunk out of the wounds on his arms and on his face. His ribs also needed to be bandaged as he could feel the bruises forming there. All in all he was not in what one might call good shape. Moving slowly toward the bed, he used the sheets to slowly and painfully pull himself back up to his feet, his wild eyes looking around for anything to support himself on. He immediately started to fall toward the dresser as he mounted an expedition to reach the bathroom in all due haste. After a few steps his legs gave out again causing him to collapse against the dresser drawers however he did manage to stay up right this time. He felt like the world wouldn’t stop wobbling on him as his vision blurred in and out. He was just a few feet away from the shower and he knew once he got under the water it should spark some sense back into himself and once the soap touched his wounds he would be tossed immediately back into awareness. “Keep it together.. We’re almost there.. Can’t let Tobias win.. He didn’t do that much to you.. To Us.. But he will pay for interfering.. Putting his stupid.. face in our business.. He’ll not longer consider what a wise idea that was.. He.. He’ll pay.. In his own time.. In his own time..” DJ’s face contorted from a confused, unsure expression to a gritty, determined snarl as his body seemed to change with it, taking a much more aggressive sharpness to it. His fingers gnarled up and his back stooped slightly as he moved to a near by wall, dragging his body across it leaving a trail of blood and mud in its wake. With enough effort he was able to make it into the bathroom where he slammed open the door, moving inside, leaving heavily upon the sink. This was the first time that DJ was able to see what he actually looked like since the beating. His left eye was starting swell up and a deep purpleness was beginning to touch around it. Blood ran down from the corner of his mouth mixing with graying spattered mud that was held in place by his stubbly beard. When he opened his mouth he could see where his molar had once been, now just a red, gory hole representing its former dock. Cuts were mixed with gray and black mud across his face and his suit was ruined beyond recovery with dirt and crud. “Well hello beautiful.. You're looking very nice today.. Eheh--eheh.. So.. How did it go at the graveyard? Get.. Everything you wanted done? No? Not so well? Talked to the dead broad? That’s good.. Didn’t have much to say? They generally don’t. Look’s like you ran into a little trouble? Oh?.. A lot of trouble? Well..” He narrowed his eyes at the mirror, a half cocked grin appearing on his face before he convulsed with a shudder of pain, a choking sound coming from the back of his neck as he leaned forward on the sink, spitting red blood filled spit into the sink. He shook his head for a moment then turned toward the shower, moving slowly toward it as to keep his balance. “..keep your footing.. Don’t fall over.. If you fall over in here and break her neck no one is going to find you for days.. You will probably stave to death or worse, you will suffocate on your own spit.. How charming would that be for them to find you like that? Heh-heh.. DJ killed by himself in his own bathroom having choked to death on his own bloody spit.. A headline for SVO no doubts..” He pulled the curtain open and cranked the water on high, steam rising immediately from it as DJ simply moved into the shower, still clothed, collapsing onto the ground. He pushed his head against the far wall to keep it from being completely covered in water and let it wash over him. It mixed with his dried blood and cuts and mud and dirt, turning into a sickly brown mixture that gathered near the drain. DJ’s lids got heavy as he stared at it for a long while, simply basking in the sensation of the water running over him. “..swirlies.. Huh.. Imagine that..” |
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