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| O'Boyle on a mission.; (Event quest part 2) | |
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| Run4 | Aug 7 2009, 02:01 PM Post #46 |
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"Well, Miguel, you're tougher than you look. Now, lemme tell you, everyone breaks. It's a matter of how long it takes. And we got a while. So we're gonna take out sweet time, see what it takes to break you. See what we have to do. It'll probably piss your friends off when they find you, if they find you, once we're done. But on top of that, it'll probably scare the shit out of them. I know ways to make a man bleed that'd melt a Raiders bones," Caleb said walking over to Miguel, casually extending the blade of Miguel's switchblade with that characteristic shhhink. A sound that brought joy to Miguel for so long had just become a harbinger of dread. Caleb looked at the blade, tapped it, then waved it over one of the magnetic pads on one of the pillar drills. In the years before the war, those pads were for holding things when the pillar drill was in use. Caleb was using it to test whether or not the handle of Miguel's knife was steel. If it was, he wouldn't be using it for his next trick. He looked around the room, and spotted what he was hoping would be near the garage door at the end of the shed. two tanks, one tall and one stout, and some hoses and nozzles around them. Caleb knew those things were for gas welding. He couldn't weld himself, but this next trick wasn't for welding. He knew the basics of operating burning gear for heating Brahmin Brands. He decided against using Miguel's knife and instead grabbed a large screwdriver from the rack on the wall. Turning it over and over in his hands, Caleb looked down the room again. This trick with the screwdriver and the gas torch was brutal, but it always loosened tongues. "Josef, check if there's any gas left in those tanks down there for me, would ya?" Caleb said calmly. Extremely calmly considering he was about to begin stabbing a man's arms and legs with a red-hot screwdriver. He walked back over to Miguel and leaned in close to his face, "You'll loosen your tongue pretty soon. I've never done this to a human being. Guess people change from time to time, don't they?" |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 7 2009, 03:17 PM Post #47 |
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Josef moved overs towards the tanks. He was thinking of opening it and smelling it, but, he decided agiasnt it. Instead, he shook the tank around a little. A small "swoosh"-ing sound came from inside, incaditing that Gas was in there. Giving Caleb a thumbs up, Josef turned his head towards Miguel. The poor bastard problay does'nt even know whats about to happen to him. From what the looks of it, Caleb was super-heating a screw-driver and then going to attack Miguel with it. What Josef wondered was where. Problay legs and arms. It would hurt like hell, maybe cause some Intertnal problems. Miguel *had* to crack from this. I mean, it just seemed painful to just look at it. "Miguel, last fucking chance. Tell us who started the mess at Bobo's." |
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| Zilabus | Aug 7 2009, 04:04 PM Post #48 |
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Suddenly, they seemed to move out of sight, doing something or another behind him. Whatever they where speaking of was muddled and faint, covered by a loud, high-pitched ring. Miguels vision got blurry for a second, and he shook his head to regain the needed sharpness. The ringing stopped abrubtly. In the background, he heard the quick sloshing of a liquid. Water, perhaps? He didn't know. "Miguel, last fucking chance. Tell us who started the mess at Bobo's." "Far as I can tell, you guys where there too." Miguel spat on the floor. |
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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 7 2009, 04:42 PM Post #49 |
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Caleb sighed. Miguel still wanted to be snide. He still wanted to act tough. They could have broken him with less brutal methods, but that could take days. So Caleb lifted the Acetylene cylinder over, immediately regretting that as his back and arms began to ache. (OOC: there's a charcoal block inside acetylene cylinders to soak up the liquid acetlyene, they're a LOT heaveir than they look). Josef, rather more wisely, "walked" the oxygen cylinder over. Caleb walked around behind Miguel while he knuckled his back. Never show weaknedd in front of the target. Caleb walked over to where he and Josef had set down the cannisters and crouched, running the hoses and valve pieces through his hands to jog his memory. He set up the apparatus over the space of a good ten minutes, trying and retrying, as he had put one of the backfire valves on the wrong way around, preventing the acetylene from flowing. Finally having set the pieces up, he set the valves and let the gas flow, lighting it with Josef's borrowed lighter. (OOC: I know the process of setting up gas welding apparatus, but it's quite boring to write down) Still crouching, Caleb moved the screwdriver back and forth through the flame until it glowed an evil red, like burning coal. Then, calmly, he turned to Miguel and gave him an "I'm fucked if I'm gonna take the time to be less brutal with you" look. Caleb's expression changed suddenly and he plunged the still-red screwdriver into Miguel's thigh. And left it there. Miguel responded to Caleb's action with a short burst blood curdling screams. Caleb winced as he looked away and waved for Josef to get him another screwdriver. Josef snapped out of utter horror and passed Caleb another screwdriver. caleb caught it and looked back up at Miguel, still twitching and whimpering pitifully. "You're gonna get another screwdriver if you don't start talking," Caleb said to Miguel. On the outside, Caleb was calm, collected, and ready to stab Miguel with another red-hot screwdriver. Inside his own head, Caleb was screaming like you wouldn't believe. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 9 2009, 03:56 PM Post #50 |
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((OOC- I didn't know if you wanted me to post or not, as I am technically skipping post order, so I'll put one here, and can take it out if you want.)) Miguel screamed from a place he didn't know existed. Somewhere deep down in his throat. His voice gurgled and rasped as he wailed, blood spattering around his mouth. Miguel screamed until he was hoarse, and even then he tried to let out a sort of rasping moan. His thigh burned hot with intensity, sending waves of liquid pain surging through his entire leg at every moment, moreso when it moved. Miguel faced the large tribal defeated. He tried to spit out words, but they refused to come. All he could summon up was a faint whispering mumble, his voice cracking. When he couldn't speak, Miguel went into a panic, swinging and flailing on the rope, desperatly trying to slip his hands out of it. Miguel coughed blood and desperatly looked at the figures. |
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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 9 2009, 04:48 PM Post #51 |
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((OOC:Well, Hench hasn't posted and I don't want this thread to hold up the event, considering the other two are approaching conclusions)) Caleb threw down the second screwdriver, disgusted by his own brutality. He stood up, wincing as he strained his injured body. He grabbed Miguel and steadied him. Then he pulled the still-hot screwdriver from Miguel's leg. Caleb wanted to puke. The stench of burning flesh and his own disgust churned his stomach. He resisted that wish to sit down and shake all over at what he had done to this man, how he had brought him so low. Instead, Caleb grabbed Miguel's head and lifted it to look him in his eyes, tears straking Miguel's dirty and bloody face. Caleb held Miguel still as he tried to look away. Had he broken Miguel so badly that Miguel couldn't even look him in the face? "Don't say I didn't warn you Miguel," Caleb said, feebly justifying the savage methods he had used to get him to break. Caleb steadied Miguel again as the gangster whimpered. "Tell us what you had to do with the riot, and what Corotto had to do with the riot. Tell us why Corotto wanted a riot. Tell us everything and this can all end." Caleb then let go of Miguel's head, letting it fall to his chest as the gangster dangled, weak and defeated. Caleb swallowed hard as Miguel looked away. Caleb had been fighting the urge to vomit since he had stabbed that first screwdriver into Miguel's leg. Killing was somewhat used to killing. He didn't like killing, but he did it anyway. Caleb had never tortured before. He had heard of how other members of his tribe had tortured. He had read books about torture, written by people who had been tortured. He knew how to torture, but he had never done it himself. He was shocked by his own brutality. He was even more shocked at how quickly that shock was fading. "Am I getting numb to this already?" Caleb thought to himself. Caleb folded his arms and waited for Miguel to respond. He was muttering incoherently for now, trying to talk, but failing. Miguel's teeth chattered and his whole body shook. He was sweating all over and hanging weakly in his bonds. Surely he'd given up the will to resist any more turture. |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 9 2009, 05:06 PM Post #52 |
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((OOC: Sorry for not posting, you guys can skip over me. I got to go to work early tomorrow and i have been busy all day. I'll post sometime afternoonish tomorrow)) |
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| Zilabus | Aug 9 2009, 06:21 PM Post #53 |
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Miguel shuddered. The removal of the foriegn object from his leg eased the burning a great deal, but it did not end it. It would burn and sting for many days, as all burns did. Although, this was likely a wound that would not heal. He could not bare to look any of them in the eyes, nore even glance directly at them. He kept his head racheted in any direction but that of his captors, and tried to keep his eyes shut. His mouth hung open, but he could barely speak, and every sound he made had the effect of producing a horrible scratching down his throat. Sweat poured down his face, and his vision was blurry and painful. The large tribal forced his head forward roughly. "Tell us what you had to do with the riot, and what Corotto had to do with the riot. Tell us why Corotto wanted a riot. Tell us everything and this can all end." Miguel still couldn't look at the man. Not even now, not even with the anger gone from his voice. Moments passed as he tried to think of a suitable answer, or of anything at all to say. Everything felt fuzzy. Dull, and slow, as if he had just woken up. He tried to focus desperately. To answer the man's questions. Miguel quitely whimpered out a response. He could barely hear himself, but didn't try to speak louder. He doubted he could even if he tried. "We- we started it. We. There was more then a few of us. We knew there was going to be a lot of people there. I don't even remember why. Why the people where there. Hell. Half the town was there. You where there- you know. You where there. He payed us. All of us. We did it on purpose. It was just to get you guys. Just to get O'Boyle. He can't keep the order. He'll screw us all over if he gets elected. All we had to do was make sure he looked like some kind of- idiot. Like he could talk big, but when things happened he couldn't really keep it under control." Miguels voice already ached. "He did stop it. You did stop it. But it wasn't realy the best way to do it, Made him look like some sort of brute." |
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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 9 2009, 06:37 PM Post #54 |
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((OOC:I'll wait til Hench posts. I have a twist in mind.)) |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 10 2009, 11:32 AM Post #55 |
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"Alright Caleb, we got it. Lets go." Josef said, bounceing on his toes. Caleb just stabbed a guy with a burning screwdriver. And then pulled it out. It took nearly every fibre in his body not to hurl right there. Tapping his fingers agiasnt his thigh, Josef kept monting his head towards the door. If anything, they could just knock Miguel out and leave him there. Or, just kill him. But, above all, he wanted to leave. |
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| Run4 | Aug 10 2009, 12:57 PM Post #56 |
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Caleb nodded and shuffled towards the door, holding it open for Josef and Sheck and Dejan. He waved them out and nodded them off. He knew there was no way he could let Corotto and his men find Miguel in this state. He looked at Sheck and Josef as the stopped and turned back. "I know these Wastelands better'n any of you. I'll find him a village to set up in. Corotto won't let him live if he talks, and he won't be happy with us if he finds Miguel in this state. I'll catch up," Caleb said to the Josef and Sheck. Dejan just looked at him. Caleb waved them on. He waited and waited, sitting on the workbench, looking at Miguel. Miguel couldn't look him in the eye. Then Caleb walked over to Miguel, drawing Miguel's switchblade again. Miguel froze as he heard the knife extend, and then relaxed suddenly, falling to the ground as Caleb cut the rope holding him to the ceiling. Caleb blindfolded Miguel with a dirty rag and dragged him to his feet. With Miguel's eyes so hidden, he didn't see Caleb take a shovel from the corner. Because no self-respecting shed doesn't have a shovel. Caleb walked back to Miguel, who was standing, shaking in the middle of the room, trying to keep all of his weight off his severely wounded left leg. Caleb grabbed Miguel's shoulder, startling him. "Time to take a walk Miguel," Caleb said. He led Miguel out from the far end of the shed from the town, walking him through the empty railyard, past the derelict trains and skeleton remains of other buildings in the railhead depot. After a good ten minute's walk, between Caleb and Miguel's injured legs, they reached the gate at the far end with little more incident than the blindfolded Miguel tripping and Caleb barely catching him with his injury-dulled reactions. They padded out into the desert for a while before Caleb stopped to look around. |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 12 2009, 01:44 PM Post #57 |
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Josefs mind was racing. For one, what was Caleb going to do with the shovel. The most logical reason, was, well, to bury him in a shallow grave. Of course, that might provide some problems. It could be used as a scare tatic, like, dig a grave and push Miguel in and then knock him out. Or something like that, Josef kept on looking over his shoulder, thinking there was a sniper trained right for the back of his head. Rubbing his hands together as he walked, Josef reached for his Chinese pistol. Josefs head was scanning around, looking for anything that looked like a target. Of course, Caleb had also stopped to look around also. "Caleb, what you see?" |
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| Run4 | Aug 13 2009, 05:17 AM Post #58 |
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(OOC: didn't I send you all back to O'Boyle's camp? Meh, either way. Time to drop my karma) "I see a lot of empty space Josef," Caleb said, drawing his revolver slowly and quietly, so as not to startle Miguel. He led Miguel a little further into the desert, then stopped him roughly. "Final prayer, Miguel?" Miguel froze, whimpered a little and then stood up straight, reaching up and removing his blindfold. Miguel's face twitched a little, but his hands were steady, as were his eyes. Caleb nodded his respect to Miguel for at least facing death with dignity. Just out of sight of the others now, Caleb cocked, raised and fired his revolver. At this range, there was no way he could miss. Miguel keeled over, a hole between his eyes. Caleb holstered his pistol and hefted the shovel, preparing to dig Miguel's grave. Even digging in the loose, fairly soft sand, it took longer than Caleb would have liked with his injuries. Eventually, he had a respectable hole to roll Miguel's corpse into. Caleb went over a short tribal prayer for the slain foe in his head as he shovelled sand back over him. Caleb then got to digging another hole, into which he dropped the shovel, the rope used to tie Miguel, and the blindfold. Caleb then kicked the sand down over them and returned to the others. It was time to get back to the camp and get paid. |
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