TBC (onshakyground) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-01 21:53:00 |
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Current mood: | angry |
Entry tags: | avalanche, iceman |
Log: Hands Off
Characters: Dominik Petrakis & Bobby Drake
NPCs: MDC Guards
Location: MDC, Indoor Recreation Area
Timeline: 30th August 2013 , 19:30-21:30 [Backdated]
Description: Dominik doesn’t much like it when people touch his stuff, especially when a friend gave him said stuff
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, swearing and the such)
Ordinarily Dominik was a pretty calm person, the last recent weeks aside and for the most part he was finding a routine behind bars even if it wasn't one he had set himself, but it was making the time bearable. Petra wasn't find the time as easy and she was being visibly rankled by the guards. It was enough to get under his skin, especially as Petra was in effect a young woman who was feeling vulnerable as it was and as such didn't deserve to be harassed.
He'd had quite a few exchanges with the guards in questions, not backing down as they'd gotten in his face and just challenging their actions. Yes, he was their prisoner, but that didn't mean he stopped speaking out or taking action. Inaction was often worse than not doing anything at all because you had seen it happen but then made an active decision to do nothing about it. That didn't sit right with Dominik.
Sufficed to say he wasn't the guards most favourite prisoner.
Rogue's book had never been very far from Dominik's hand and seeing him with it wasn't an uncommon sight so when the guards approached Dominik was too engrossed to notice until it was too late. The book was snatched clean out of his grip and immediately the Avalanche was on the defensive, rising to his full height and moving forward only to be stopped by a hand on his chest. "What are you doing?"
"What's this then? A book from your girlfriend?" A guard sneered before he idly flicked through the pages, finding the handwritten note from Haroun and then the amendments by Rogue. "What's this then? Aw, a love note. How sweet. Haroun though, what kind of name is that for a chick? Or is her name, Rogue?"
"Give it back," Dominik growled as he brushed off the hand on his chest and surged forward once again. This time he was caught by the shoulders and he bit out a frustrated sound.
"Or what?" The guard holding the book challenged. "It's not like you have your mutie abilities to make me give it back." And then the guard did something that made Dominik's eyes narrow, he began to bend the book in all kinds of ways which if left for long enough would ruin it beyond all repair.
He used his strength to wrench himself free and snatched the book back, but as he stood there book in hand and the guard looked at him with that expression Dominik realised he was in a lot of trouble. Not that it stopped his mouth from running. “It’s my book so how about you learn to keep your hands off my shit?”
"Oooh, did you hear that? Looks like we need to teach this one a lesson about respect,” another guard pitched in.
“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to.”
Dominik set his jaw and eyed up the numbers before he tucked the book into his jumpsuit and he merely fell back onto the flat expanse of his shoes, doing his best to hold his own even if the numbers were not in his favour. It was pretty much a blur of fists and kicks, some of which landed and others which were blocked and returned, one punch landing with enough force as to break a guard’s nose, but that had been a lucky shot. Especially as the guards were highly trained and deadly, especially in their delivery.
He was going to be bruised and bloody long before they were done with him.
Soon the Avalanche hit the ground with all the weight of the rock that ordinarily Petra could mould to her heart’s content, but even as he laid there, blood escaping his nose, he still planted both hands and rose when really he should have just stayed down. That much evident in the way a guard drew a leg back with the full intent of delivering a kick to the teenager’s face.
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It had taken Bobby a while to finish his jobs that afternoon and make it to the indoor rec area where the rest of his fellow inmates were gathered, lounging about or playing games on the tables. He noticed Dominik reading on the far side when he came in, but that wasn't unusual. Dominik always had that book of his and Bobby wanted to ask him how many times he'd read it already.
He'd just picked up a chess board to set up a game and find someone to play with him when he saw the guards and heard the commotion start over the book. Iceman bristled, watching the large mutant be bullied by the guards. Like all the times before, though, Dominik didn't take it, and Bobby smiled a little, keeping an eye on the situation.
That is until it started to blow up. "Oh shit..." He hissed, seeing the guard throw the first punch and Dominik not make any offensive move until he had to defend himself. And he really did need to defend himself as more guards came. Bobby saw one coming behind his chair and he shoved it backwards and into the guard's path, effectively tripping the man head over heels onto the floor.
And Bobby didn't wait or leave it at that. He wasn't going to let his fellow mutant get beaten like that and just sit there and watch it happen. He was an X-Man, first of all, but even before that, before his powers even came out, Bobby had been known to defend the weaker students at school and in his neighborhood in Long Island. His father had raised him to stand up for what he believed in, and helping a friend, whatever the cost, was one of those things.
So when the boot was heading for Dominik's face after they'd knocked him to the floor, Bobby slammed his shoulder into the guard who was swinging the kick before it could land, using all his weight to take the man down and spare Dom at least one bruise for the day.
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The guard stumbled and a yell was out of his lips by the time Bobby was on his feet, rushing in to assist Dominik. Thankfully with his aid the kick never came, but even as Dominik rose the guards were on him the same way they were Bobby.
Bobby found himself grabbed from either side and Dominik soon had his arms wrenched behind his back and that grip he found was pretty fucking steadfast, which meant he wasn't going anywhere despite his best efforts.
He was bleeding from a cut to his eyebrow and there was an already a bruise forming along his jaw and even though he couldn't see it Dominik could feel a cut on the edge of his lower lip, blood skirting the edge of his tongue as well as escaping his nose. And his ribs hurt, quite a bit. Fuck.
It looked as though the guards wanted to continue but a bark from a nearby door caused them to think twice, a previously formed fist dropping to the side and hand unfurling.
"You'll wanna watch that attitude," one guard shared with a snarl. "Or it's going to get you and your friend over there into a lot of trouble." A glance over his shoulder at Bobby before the guard patted Dominik's cheek, smirking as it was clear that it hurt. "So be a good boy and we won't have any more issues."
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Bobby didn't miss the way the guards reacted to the barked order from the door, and he craned his neck to try and see who had given the cease and desist, but a bulky guard blocked his line of sight. Buoyed by the change of demeanor in the guards and their obedience to whoever that had been, someone who outranked them, no doubt, Drake pulled against the arms that held him and gave a dark glare (dark for Bobby) at the one speaking to Dominik.
"You better be the careful one, mister! Just wait until my friend's lawyers get a load of what you and your asshole buddies did. I saw everything. Everything." he emphasized, meaning he'd seen it had been the guards who had instigated and that Dominik hadn't earned the beating they'd given him. "Just wait till I tell them tomorrow during visiting hours. We'll be out like last week's newspaper and every single one of you dickwads are losing your jobs. Good luck paying child support to your baby momma on a zero dollar salary!" He smirked at them, unafraid now that they were called to heel. Not that that would have stopped him from running his mouth to begin with.
When he met Dom's eyes, his own icy blues were determined and probably the most serious the prankster mutant had been since being locked up. Bobby gave a sharp nod. He'd back him up again if the need arose.
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The guards scoffed at Bobby’s threat and rolled their eyes before one spoke. “Yeah, yeah, your word against ours, kid. Who they gonna believe? Two out of control mutants or a couple dedicated men of the law, hm? Do the maths, the odds ain’t in your favour.”
A not so friendly elbow to the stomach and the guards were soon on their way, moving back to their respective positions and leaving the two mutants be, safe in the knowledge they had exerted their control and showed them who was boss.
“Assholes,” Dominik muttered as he moved over to where Bobby was. “You alright?” He lifted the back of his sleeve and wiped it first across his nose and then his lip, doing his best to clean up the blood. Not that it did a lot, but it sure as hell beat just standing around bleeding.
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Bobby let out a grunt at the elbow to his stomach and half-doubled up, pressing his arms around his abdomen as he struggled to breathe for just a moment. “Yeah,” he coughed, voice weak, “walk away! That’s what I thought!” But it wasn’t really loud enough for the guards to hear, and they seemed done with them for now, anyway.
When Dominik moved closer, Bobby straightened up and tried to not look like the elbow had done any damage, mostly because Dom had clearly gotten the worser end of the deal. “Dude, I’m okay. You look like you’ve been through eight levels of Donkey Kong. As one of the barrels. Come on, let’s get to the sink and clean up those cuts.”
There was still a spark of anger in Bobby’s eyes as he gave Dominik’s arm a pat, “At least you got your book back. Where’d you get it from?” He wondered as he led the way over to the small wash sink against the wall. If he had his powers, he lamented, he could get Dominik a nice cold ice compress for his face so the swelling wouldn’t be so bad once it started.
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"Had worse," Dominik answered with a small smirk. "Book belongs to a friend, seems like a prized possession. Wasn't about to let the guards get their dirty hands all over it." He reached into his jumpsuit and took a moment to look the book over, exhaling a breath as it didn't look liked that much harm had come to it. "But thanks for your help, think you saved my face a major ass kicking."
He wandered over to the sink, placed the book down and proceeded to clean up his cuts, watching as the water turned pink with his blood.
"The guards can be real dicks."
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"Well, you know. Saw it about to go down, had to do something about it." He shrugged.
"Yeah. They're real assholes. But look, bro," Bobby leaned closer, glancing over at the guards as he did, and handed Dominik a paper towel to dry once he was finished cleaning up, "I got your back, ok?" He nodded solemnly, then caught movement from the guards and returned to acting nonchalant, giving the guard a grin and leaning back against the sink with a wave.
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“Still appreciated.”
Dominik took the offered paper towel and used it to dry himself off, including staunching the bleeding on his lower lip because that seemed to be the most persistent out of all the cuts. Bruises were easier even if they hurt for longer because at least they didn’t bleed everywhere, but Dominik knew he was going to be feeling that ass kicking for a while, especially across his ribs.
“Good to know,” he said with a nod before he turned and clapped a hand around Bobby’s shoulder.. “And if you ever find yourself in need I got yours as well.” It definitely wouldn’t hurt to form alliances in case they were needed, for whatever happened.
Dominik had a feeling that the real fight hadn’t even begun.