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Tweak says, "I used a stunt butt!"

The Heads (the_heads) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-11 13:25:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 08, jason, katie, spike spiegel

RP: Stocking
Characters: Jason, Spike, Katie
Time/Date: just before midnight, August 11
Location: outside/stores/mall/etc
Warnings/Rating: Language, tasers, guns. it's a party :)
Summary: Jason is stocking because he drew the short straw
Status: Complete

"So, great, now that you've got the dogs all riled up, you send some fresh meat out into the thick of them?" Jason arched a brow. "Why don't you send Katie? They wouldn't attack a girl."

"Think at this point they'll attack anything that moves that isn't one of them." Matt thrust the handle of the wagon toward Jason, a grin on his lips as he arched his brows. "Sam and I have a pool going ... whether or not you'll make it back alive from this one." He clapped Jason on the shoulder. "I win if you don't."

"Thanks, that's ... awesome, Matt, thanks." Jason had known things were going to get touchy once they started in on the more ... disturbing aspects of prisoner torture, but it hadn't really occurred to him to think that he was going to have to go out and stock the damn stores ... and that someone might be watching for one of them to make an appearance. After the videos Matt had just flashed around, Jason could only imagine some of the things the more violent residents would want to do to them.

He swiped the handgun from where it was resting on the table as he started to haul the wagon toward the surface. He glanced toward the hotel as he passed, trying to notice if any of the windows were lit up or not. More than that, he was looking to see if anyone was looking out. He wasn't supposed to shoot to kill, but he knew some of the prisoners had guns. And magic. And one was a trained assassin who had been documented taking out a small army of berserkers on her own. But that was fine. He knew how to use a gun. More than that, he knew how to abandon the cart and run like hell if he had to.

Jason knew they were supposedly keeping everyone in check, but they couldn't disable guns the way they could disable the magic. Well, he supposed they could, but no one had mentioned any tampering of the guns, so Jason was going to assume the guns could fire just fine. He was glad that Kevlar was part of his attire for these outings, but it didn't do much to protect his head if someone decided to hit him with a head-shot.

Very carefully, Jason started toward the store behind the gas station to begin the restocking there. He knew there was ammunition to be put out on the next stocking trip ... just to give everyone a fair shot at what they were going to unload.

He was also supposed to be stashing weapons in a few days for people to find and get some warning that they might need things like that.

Jason was making his own bets as to how many were going to survive if they let the berserkers - reavers, whatever - get into the building. It wasn't like the doors to the rooms were going to stop them. And there weren't exactly a lot of people who had any wide-range attacks.

It was going to be interesting, he thought. Very interesting. Matt, he knew, was very eagerly looking forward to some injuries. Maybe even some full-on carnage. Jason was wondering, now, if people were going to band together for it or not. He was betting not, at this point, but he'd been wrong before.

Humming a little, but still trying to keep an ear out for footsteps, Jason pushed open the door to the convenience store behind the gas station.

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the_heads
2010-08-15 06:16 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," she agreed as she watched him, and she popped in another cartridge. They really needed to invest in some damn multi-fire ones or something, because she was sure there was going to come a time when she wouldn't have time to reload, and would either have to reach for her gun or ... well, be shot in the meantime.

"That's what we do instead of shooting. Not as messy. I'll do it again," she informed him. It wasn't an empty threat, either, and she glanced over very briefly to make sure Jason was well on his way out if not out already. He could use the backdoor - the one she'd come up through - instead of having to go all the way around the way he'd come down, so she wasn't worried about having to detain the shooter for long.

"The more I do it, the longer it takes to recover," she explained as she started to back up toward the door, having little desire to hang out here longer than necessary. Honestly, she wasn't sure if that was true or not, but it sounded good. She wasn't inclined to be shot, and while she was counting on him to assume she had armor too, that didn't mean he wouldn't try to aim for her head.

She really thought about making a grab for his gun, but he'd just get it back in a couple of days anyway ... and she smirked a little at that thought. She knew what was coming, because she'd done half the arrangements for the berserkers. Reavers. Whatever.

"So next time, think twice before going after the stockboys," she suggested as she pushed open the door and slid into the back room before pivoting to dart toward the one-way trap door, which Jason was oh so kindly holding open for her, and which she'd propped open on her way up, because wow, would it have sucked for her to have to go out the long way.

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lunkhead
2010-08-15 06:30 am UTC (link)

Spike wasn't one to let the threat of harm stop him, but something about the warning that it would take longer to recover made what little self-preservation instinct he had left take charge. He placed his hand over the Jericho possessively, but made no move to pick it up. Whether he planned to shoot her or not - and really, he would have if he'd picked it up - he had a feeling she'd shoot first and... That wasn't something he wanted to do again.

'I will,' he thought, finally moving to sit properly on the floor after he was certain she'd started walking away. 'Unfortunately for you.' Why go after the stockboy when he'd just found a very good reason to kill the female counterpart thereof? He didn't see a very good glimpse of her, just enough to note that she seemed to be a brunette or perhaps a dark-blond; but he figured it didn't matter in the long run. His ultimate goal was to kill them all, anyway. He just... needed to figure out a way to either obtain more fire power or protect himself from the electricity-gun... thing.

Spike reholstered his Jericho and lit a cigarette, moving to stand only once the flame had taken. So maybe things hadn't quite gone according to plan. And maybe his 'message' had been lost somewhere along the way. But at least he could hope he'd scared the hell out of the stockboy. Perhaps even busted a rib or two, depending on how strong the armor was.

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