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Tweak says, "Charrrrrrmed"

William Decker [ The Hessian ] (reclamation) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-22 23:49:00

Entry tags:

hessian, jim hawkins, plot: omega, plot: tempus

Who: Russell and Will
What: Operation: Commandeer, or scavenging the city.
Where: Around Paris
When: Day 3
Warnings: A little violence is likely.

Gathering supplies wasn't something Will was completely used to, but in this kind of situation, it was one of the better ideas. After the chaos of the first two days, the movement, the injuries, struggling to get anything together ... well, it was just better to head out and find what was missing, rather than waiting and getting into an even worse situation. Plus, he didn't want to hang around and do nothing for so long. It was partially just an urge to move (the wanderlust from decades past) and partially the urge to occupy his brain with something mindless, so that he didn't have to listen to and argue with the voice whispering about bloody battles in his head.

Though no matter where he went, he still had to listen. One of the others came with him when he left, the kid who'd helped him with Iris and gotten them to at least one pit stop. Russell hadn't made a bother of himself, so Will could put up with him. Even if his style of speech was a little ... antiquated, to put it politely, that wasn't going to stop him from scrounging and carrying. A fight might be another matter - if they ran into someone who wanted what they did, or into more soldiers or revolutionaries ... they could cross that bridge when they came to it.

He brought the empty bayonet anyway.

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themegazord
2010-06-26 12:59 am UTC (link)

Off like a shot, Russell kept his mind to the task at hand, searching through the nearby cabinet that the men seemed so keen on rushing towards while at the same time trying to attack Will. Any person who had a hard time trying to decide what to do between fighting the big scary guy and opening an innocuous drawer had their priorities in a peculiar order. Forcing open the second drawer, he noticed a small pouch that upon opening, contained a good handful of coins that he didn't recognize but it was certainly likely that it would be useful for obtaining more useful goods. As soon as they could find their way back, maybe one of the other people would be able to buy some food. Russell could really go for a hamburger right now.

"Dubloon--Money," he stated, holding up the full pouch so all could see before he shoved it in the pocket of his breeches for the time being. He was going to just stay to the side when out of the corner of his eye, the previously unconscious man, clearly sore that he had been smashed in the face, quietly stalked toward Will from behind while the other men did their best to stay still and not give his location away. With Will out of the way the three could easily take down Russell. Dying by himself was one thing, but neither he nor Jim was going to let another someone from the building die here.

With barely a gasp emitting from his lips, Russell and Jim rushed forward and...time seemed to move forward while he himself remained detached from the actual situation. Sure, it was his hand clenched in a fist that forced the knife deep into the back of the man's neck, and it was his sheer strength that shoved the man forward to the right of Will's back, but Russell was no longer there. Letting go of the handle, he stood in horror as the man stepped forward and away, his hand still a little bloody as he stared at where the man once stood.

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reclamation
2010-06-26 04:56 pm UTC (link)

Will gave Russell a glance as the boy found money, but otherwise didn't pay too much more attention to him. The man still crouched on the floor probably wasn't going to get up, but the other one had a good chance of fighting through the terror and attacking him - which was the sort of thing he could admire as a soldier, and laugh at as something else - so he kept the bayonet aimed at him. He hadn't given much thought to the first man, the one he'd hit. He'd assumed that one had gone out like a light.

So it was a surprise when he heard Russell gasp behind him, and barely had time to turn around when there was the noise of running, the sound of a blade meeting its mark. Will saw the kid hit the first man and shove him the other way - taking Will's back out of the path of another knife.

It was all the second man needed to try and attack, but he got a fist to his face for the effort. He followed it up by bashing him with the bayonet, it having been ineffective the first time, and taking him down - a second hit ensuring that - before moving to the first man, whose neck was pouring blood. Russell was standing nearby, eyes wide, clearly unable to grasp just what he'd done.

Will could, though, and he could appreciate that the kid may have just saved his life. On the other hand, it did probably mean the end of their hunting.

"Let's go. Get back outside," he instructed as he hit the knife with his foot, wrenching it in the man's neck for a slightly faster death by bleeding. With one last look at the third, terrified man - who was now cowering behind a table - Will took Russell by the shoulder and pushed him out of the building. "You did what you had to. Don't let it get to you," he added as they went, because he recognized the look in Russell's eyes.

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themegazord
2010-06-27 06:44 pm UTC (link)

Clenching his bloodied hand into a fist in a poor manner of hiding the red, Russell couldn't help but let the complete shock of what he had done seep into his muscles and keep him rooted to the spot. For the time being, as Will was busy taking out the dying man and another who tried to attack, his brain forced him to replay a constant mental loop of what he had done, reminding him this was no video game.

So it wasn't a surprise when it was easy for Will to make Russell go where he needed to: outside and toward safety. Well, outside from one certain danger to a less sure one. His eyes flickered up to Will when he heard him talking, but it barely registered. How could he not let it get to him? Sure he was a super genius and a lifetime criminal to boot, but until ten minutes ago, he wasn't a murderer as well. That was the one thing that always kept him separate, put him on a higher plane than the other lowlifes who were spending the rest of their lives in prison, or worse. Now he was just like them.

Staring at some invisible spot in the far off distance, there was nothing Russell could do but focus on one thing and one thing only: to follow Will wherever he was going.

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reclamation
2010-06-28 01:23 am UTC (link)

Mindless words that Will had heard uttered countless times before wouldn't do much, he was pretty sure. Russell looked like he'd just walked out of his first real battle, like all the new recruits on the front lines tended to look when they survived the blasts. Once he'd broken out of it, he could say more. Maybe. Unless someone else decided he'd done enough damage for one day.

The Hessian hissed and rumbled in his mind, disappointed that Will hadn't killed anybody with his own two hands, that it had been a mere boy who sent that man to his final minute. Will ignored him and rubbed at the bandaged spot on his arm, which, he noted wearily, did not look much better than before. He wasn't looking forward to infection in an era when things like medicine were mostly guessed at.

"Come on. Let's get back to the shop. Wash off the blood." Or wipe it off, whatever. He made sure Russell was actually following him as they headed back for the headquarters-hideout the lot of them had made for themselves.

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