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| O'Boyle on a mission.; (Event quest part 2) | |
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| Run4 | Aug 4 2009, 07:33 AM Post #31 |
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Caleb leaned on the wall, having let Josef take a turn on Miguel. Then it dawned on him what talking gangster had said to him. All of Corotto's people now moved in groups. Shrugging his M60 and club back in place, then grabbed Josef by the scruff and muttered that revelation in his ear. Caleb stood up again and looked around for a suitable place to carry on the interrogation. He then nodded for Dejan and Josef to follow him, shooting Miguel one of his finest "Shut the fuck up!" looks as he limped ahead of the group towards a derelict shack not too far from the old train station. The place was a reasonably-sized tool shed full of hammers and the like for repairing wagons on the station's sidings. Caleb pushed the door open, wincing at the pain from his stab wound as it shot sharp agony up and down his back. Limping into the room, Caleb indicated a pulley on the ceiling. Taking Miguel from Josef, he headbutted the gangster to sedate him as he struggled, and then wrapped poor Miguel's arms in the rope from the pulley and tied him up to the pulley. Tying it off so Miguel was being held on the tips of his toes, arms stretched over his head, Caleb nodded, satisfied that they had a nice quiet spot to get their confession. Caleb raised an eyebrow at Josef, then indicated Miguel. Then he indicated the tool bench, covered with hooks, saws, nails, railway spikes, hammers, knives and hand drills. There was a rack above it festooned with chisels and screwdrivers. There was piping and steel bars propped against the wall nearby. This place was a sadist's paradise. Caleb walked into another room, which had a bench, a defunct radio, and a long-empty first aid box. It also had a chair and a stack of faded dirty magazines. This place would be Caleb's surgery for now. Extricating his antiseptic spray from his bag, Caleb then removed his shirt, eyeing his stab wound in the mirror propped on the desk. He sprayed some of the precious first-aid aerosol on it, noting with much dismay that the can was low on pressure, and consequently contents. Then he reached awkwardly over his shoulder with his staple gun and fired a pair of staples into his back to close the wound and applied a rough bandage to his upper body to keep his rough leather jacket from agitating the wound. It'd also control his ribs a little, in case any were bruised or worse. Caleb considered kicking the door shut and passing out then and there, but this wasn't the place for rest. Walking awkwardly back into the main room with his jacket back on, Caleb looked at Josef and Miguel. He winced. They'd forgotten Sheck. Caleb immediately muttered that to Josef and then walked out of the building to go find their abandoned ally, who was probably sitting cursing in Bobos, waiting for everyone else to arrive. |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 4 2009, 07:52 AM Post #32 |
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Josef reached for hammer, picking it up and tossing it into the air. Catching it on the way back down, Josef though about what Caleb said about Corrotos men. People did'nt take too kindly to people who tourtre there own men. If anything, they get the worst treament if there captured. Shooing Dejan out of the room, or whatever the hell his name was, Josef sat in a chair nearby. Flipping through one of the old magzines, he could'nt really make out any of the words or pictures. But, it gave him something to do. Pulling up his shemagah so then his eyes were only visble, both to protect his identity and be a little bit scarier, Josef waited until Miguel woke up from being knocked out. Josef did think of taking a buzz from some Jet, but, decided agaisnt it. I mean, if he was the one who had to do the tourtering and all, might as well not make it sloopy. Which, lead to another question. What were they going to do with Miguel after they were done? Just leave them there? Off him? Bring him back to O'Boyle. So many questions, so little time. Notcining that Caleb left the little shack, presumbly to find Sheck, Josef grabbed the hammer and stood in front of Miguel, looking for the best place to strike when he wakes up. The kneecaps were a old favrtioe, but, maybe the toes first? Yeah, the toes. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 4 2009, 10:35 PM Post #33 |
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((OOC- You want me to continue to control the NPC?)) |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Run4 | Aug 5 2009, 03:29 AM Post #34 |
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(OOC:That's up to Hench now I think. I'd say interaction between two characters controlled by different people would make an interesting interrogation) |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 5 2009, 03:37 AM Post #35 |
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((OOC: Zil, go for it. )) |
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| Zilabus | Aug 5 2009, 01:58 PM Post #36 |
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Miguel dangled on the large rope, his arms outstretched. He was slightly dazed. He'd probably been out of it for about half a minute. Unless you where seriously hurt, you wheren't going to be knocked out for much longer. Miguel opened his left eye to a slit and glanced over the area in front of him. Luckily, nobody seemed to be in front of him, although he wouldn't risk turning his head to see if anyone was behind him. He just hung limp and listened. The ropes where already nubing his arms slighty, and it was very uncomfortable to be stretched all the way out for more then a few moments. Miguel wiggled the tips of his fingers slowly and cautiously, with such small movement he himself could barely tell if they where twitching. They still worked, although the rope was digging into his wrists. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Run4 | Aug 5 2009, 02:24 PM Post #37 |
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Caleb found Sheck sitting at a table in Bobos, cursing under his breath. The Ghoul shot Caleb an annoyed look as the big Tribal sat down opposite him. Sheck and Caleb were handed drinks by the barmaid, accompanied by a nod from the proprieter. Apparently, the staff at Bobos were grateful for O'Boyle's hunters clearing up the riot yesterday. Caleb and Sheck took their time with their drinks, not talking much, rarely even glancing at each other. They were both under the impression that they might be jumped by any of the injured patrons scattered about the bar after yesterday's pitched battle. Caleb finished his drink first, the alcohol barely registering with him, while Sheck took more time, apparently having more of an appreciation for the taste and qualities of the cloudy homebrewed spirits they'd been given. Tasted vaguely of apples. Caleb looked around the bar and stood up once Sheck had finished. Caleb nodded for Sheck to follow and limped out of the bar, bluntly explaining how he wound up in such rough shape. Sheck seemed somewhat impressed. Caleb led him out of the town, and over towards the ruined remains of the rail yard. He and sheck stepped through the wrecked chainlink gate of the massive train graveyard, just out of view of the station, and led him towards the toolshed. Easing the door open so as not to agitate his stab wound, Caleb led Sheck into the makeshift torture chamber. Sheck looked mildly disgusted at the dangling form of Miguel and then gave Caleb the questioning "What do we do with him when we're done?" look. Caleb shrugged. He picked up a steel bar and motioned swinging it in Miguel's direction. Sheck looked less than pleased with the brutal implications of the gesture. |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 5 2009, 03:53 PM Post #38 |
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Josef turned his head, and looked at Miguel. He could of sworn that he saw a eye open. Time to get to work. Motining with his head to get to work, Josef twirled the hammer around, before tapping Miguel with it in the leg. Of course, Miguel gave a quick glance down towards Josef. "Alright Miguel, start talking." Josef said before raising his hammer to strike Miguels foot. If he hit it right, then it might break it. Josef felt a small "*ping*" in his consiunce, telling him not to hurt him for the fact that he was a human being. Of course, if Josef listenied to that little "*ping*" then he would'nt get paid. If he did'nt get paid, then he would'nt get his jet. If he did'nt get his jet, he was'nt happy. If he was'nt happy, Josef was damn sure to make somebody else unhappy. Thus, Josef waitied to hear Miguel speak. If he did'nt, he'd get a broken foot. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 5 2009, 08:26 PM Post #39 |
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Two more figures entered. He could only see the slightest outlines of those approaching with his eyes open such a minute amount, but he could see enough to note that it was to wide to be just one figure. He should have attempted to escape when he had the chance. "Alright Miguel, start talking." Miguel kept his eyes firmly shut, feigning a Coma or prolonged blackout. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Run4 | Aug 6 2009, 02:17 AM Post #40 |
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Caleb walked into his little side room, not bothering to hide his face from Miguel. The gangsters he had left in a heap behind Bobos had seen his face anyway. He looked around as he sat down, indicating the spare seat to Sheck. Caleb was gonna let Josef finish up with Miguel out there. Easing himself into a position that didn't irritate his injured back too much, Caleb folded his hands at his waist and stared at the ceiling for a while. He took to thinking about how O'Boyle would react to hearing about how they made Miguel talk. Of course, O'Boyle might just be happy about a confession. But if the torture got too far. What if Miguel said what they wanted him to say, even if it wasn't true? What if they were torturing an innocent man? Well, not innocent, but perhaps not guilty of this crime. Caleb stood up and strode out of the side room. He strode to the center of the main room in the shed, ignoring the pain in his leg as he quickened his stride to intercept Joasef's hammer swing. Catching Josef's wrist, Caleb, let the mercenary step back. Then, turning to Miguel, Caleb grabbed the gangster. Pulling Miguel's head back so they were now making eye contact, Caleb shook Miguel a little. That snapped him back to reality. Caleb shook him again for emphasis on "I could break you without even trying". Caleb then let Miguel go, and to give the gangster his due, he kept his eyes locked with Caleb's. "Miguel, last shot at an easy end to all of this. O'Boyle says you were in on the riot in Bobos. Now you can tell us what you did and why, or we can beat it out of you," Caleb said to Miguel, as Caleb picked up his club, hefting it in his grip. It was like an extra-sturdy Baseball Bat. Curved like a gunstock, it had a menacing scrap metal shard on the outside of the curve for pinioning opponents and/or gutting them. Whirling it in his exhausted hands, Caleb looked at Miguel and raised his eyebrows. "Well, easy way, or our way?" |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 6 2009, 04:55 AM Post #41 |
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Miguel was awake, Josef knew it. But, he decided to be a sneaky bastard and pretend he was still in a coma. He was about to beat the shit out of him before Caleb intercepted him. I guess this is turning into something like a sick game of pass around Miguel he thought as he started to lean agiasnt a nearby wall. Nodding towards Sheck, Josef watched to see what Miguel was going to do. He was really getting tired of this. If he would just spill his guts then this would be all over with by now. Then, he could go home and get paid. But, Josef waited to see what Caleb would do. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 6 2009, 01:29 PM Post #42 |
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Miguel ended his ruse. It seemed that they knew he was faking. That didn't mean he would submit however, not by a long shot. Two people stood before him, both recognizable figures. He looked away from them. His mouth a tight line of disproval. It was hard to keep focused on nothing when one of them shook him powerfully. "Well, easy way, or our way?" Miguel looked straight at the large tribal man. His mouth remained shut, his eyes bent into an angry 'V'. He closed his eyes tightly, and didn't say a word. Out of his control, his mouth bent into a frown, and his face wrinkled. |
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| Run4 | Aug 6 2009, 03:56 PM Post #43 |
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(OOC: and so the torture begins . . . lets put Caleb's Strength to use) Caleb sighed. He really didn't like torturing people like this. He really didn't like torturing people like this. Flexing his hands on the haft of his gunstock club, Caleb stepped towards Miguel and swung the club around, landing a strike to Miguel's outstretched ribs. Not a bone-breaking strike. That could kill poor Miguel. And Caleb wanted the canary to sing before he died. Caleb followed up with a shoulderbarge that swung Miguel back like a pendulum from the pulley. As Miguel swung back, his face connected with the heel of Caleb's hand, dramatically splitting the gangster's lips and throwing a little spray of blood and saliva into the air. Caleb then stepped around bahind Miguel, and swung his club downwards, striking Miguel on the left Achilles Tendon. Caleb then kicked into the right Achilles Tendon. Walking back around in front of Miguel, Caleb altered his grip on the club and swung it again. He was already getting tired, and his knife wound was probably bleeding again. Caleb would have to let Josef back at it pretty soon. But for now, Caleb had his gruesome, unpleasant way with Miguel. Laying his club down with the rest of his gear, Caleb picked a tattered looking pliers from the tool desk. Spinning it in his grip, Caleb walked back over to Miguel. He grabbed a fistful of Miguel's haphazardly-cut hair and pulled his head back. "Well, looks like some of these stitches are ready to come out," Caleb said. He got a good grip on the end of one stitch line and gave a solid tug. Miguel roared as the stitch ripped free. Caleb pulled a little harder and the whole cut tore open again as Miguel howled. Caleb stepped away from the dangling, whimpering gangster and nodded to Josef. It was Josef's turn to have a go. |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 6 2009, 05:02 PM Post #44 |
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OOC: Sorry for the short post, but, i got to go. Josef twirled his hammer around a little. Mainly as a scare tatic. Throwing the hammer up in the air, Josef caught it by it's handle. Looking Miguel in the eye, Josef swung the hammer towards Miguels gut, connecting with a loud "oof" and a little bit of a crucnh. Maybe too much of a crunch. Circling Miguel like a shark might around his prey, Josef looked for a weak spot. Swing his hammer like a baseball bat, in a two handed grip, Josef hit the back of wheres Miguels knees were. That very well could cripple that leg or...worse. Josef did'nt know. But, it looked like it hurt. And sounded like it. Generally, when people yell, then it hurts. A lot. Moving back to Miguels frontal side, Josef looked at Miguel. "So, Miguel. Change your mind yet?" |
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| Zilabus | Aug 7 2009, 01:36 PM Post #45 |
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Miguel stood, well, actually, hung there with as much indifference as he could possibly muster. Getting stitches in was expensive, and so was going out to mend bones. Then again, the cost of getting these damages repaired was by far the least of his problems right now. "So, Miguel. Change your mind yet?" Miguel shuttered and wheezed, attempting to speak. His left eye was covered in blood now, an murky hot liquid that stung horribly. Miguel gathered up all of his resolve. Now wasn't the time to lose it, although it was a promosing option. "I'm afraid I'm pretty set in my ways" Miguel whispered out in a painful rasp. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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