InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I <3 padded cells"

Rex slides out of bed quietly, not waking Tattoo Dawn. He's real sure of that, because it's easy to tell when the crazy bitch is awakened. She'd probably sick a leopard or one of her other crazy ass tattoos on him if she was awake. And he just doesn't feel like dealing with that shit right now.

He's sick of laying awake. All these sleepless hours have done is given him time to think about how the past few days here in St. Roch have been bullshit. He's no better off than before he came -- worse in some ways, he guesses. It was a stupid idea, but still... he thought it would've worked anyway. Getting mixed up with Tattoo Dawn is always an experience however it turns out. Rage, lust, pain. Every time it's some combination of those feelings pushed to the breaking point, and he always walks away from it fucked up.

This time it's empty.

He came into this fucked up. Numb and looking to break that -- even if it was Dawn doing the breaking. It wouldn't have been pleasant, but it would have been something. Then, he could have pulled himself up and gotten back to normal. Instead, it's nothing. He knows he should be going insane by this point -- wanting to kill her, wanting to fuck her or going through hell for being caught inbetween.

She nearly killed him yesterday in a burning building. He fucked her on a roof two hours later and then later threw her off that roof.

But Rex has stayed cool. It's not getting to him like it should. And if it's not... then why is he putting himself through it?

He kneels in front of his trunk, sliding over the plate that conceals the occular scanner. It reads his eyes and opens the compartments containing his weapons and armor.

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Warhawk stands over the police with one boot up on an iron railing as they load Tattoo Dawn into the prisoner transport. There's a glowing spike in the back of her neck, which is the reason she's unconscious and staying that way. One of the cops looks up at him, asking what the hell that thing is.

"Nerve spike. Leave it in the bitch until she's back in Belle Reve." The cop jumps back a little as Warhawk's large wings unfold. A short burst of his thrusters kicks in, launching him into the sky where the Nth metal takes over for him to glide away. He's going to head back to Midway now and hope he can find some other way to deal with his shit.