Jimmie Janks | The Human Pincushion (sharperpleasure) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-11-02 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | jimmie janks, luc wheeler, week 12 |
{ W h o } Jimmie and Luc
{ W h a t } The man who sticks needles through himself for fun questions the doctor's credentials.
{ W h e n } Tuesday night, right after this happens.
{ W h e r e } Luc's trailer
{ R a t i n g } PG-13 for language, violence, and blood
{ S t a t u s } In progress
The first thing Jimmie had done after leaving Michael's trailer was go on to his own tent - he'd left some jewelry in after his show, and he ripped it out much less carefully than he would have normally. He'd thrown on a shirt, as well, though he hadn't buttoned it up at all. Blood trickled down his face and chest where he'd pulled the rings out, but he couldn't be bothered. He had a mission, and taking the time to stop the bleeding wasn't part of it.
He hadn't been to the doc's trailer before, but he always made sure he knew where it was set up, just as a precaution. It was the first time he'd gone so close to it, and definitely the first time he'd pounded on the door. When the answer didn't come quickly enough to suit him, he flung it open and stormed right in; in his experience, being a doctor meant you couldn't truly expect privacy, even in your own home. It had always been that way for his father, at least.
Of course, this man wasn't a doctor like his father. This was a con man, an extortionist. Fists balled, paying no mind to the fact that he was still dripping blood from the holes in his flesh, he stormed through the trailer looking for the man. "Just what kind of charlatan are you? You... you quack!" If that didn't get his attention, Jimmie didn't know what would.