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Chance Avaritia "Greed" ([info]better_than) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-12-23 20:34:00

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Current mood:anxious
Current music:"No Ordinary Love" by Urbandub (cover)
Entry tags:greed, zoe hansen

Who: Greed and Zoe
What: Plan B in action!
When: Christmas Eve! December 24th, 5-6 am!
Where: NY subway, Greed's apartment
Warnings: Sketchy stalkers are sketchy!
Notes: Set this up early Lucky as I think tomorrow is gonna be busy for peeps! I know I get the joy of working on Christmas Eve.

It didn't take long for Greed to go out and find a suspect for his big plan. He had an entire row of these goons lined up ready for a mug shot before he settled on the right one. He could have just thrown all of them at her but then that could turn ugly fast. He just wanted to scare her a little bit. Make her run so he could swoop in as a white knight. She'd believe it, let him in enough and whisk her off to Kansas in the morning. It was pretty brilliant. Wrath or Zoe couldn't string him up if he'd saved the day!

Greed had set up everything down to the minute. It was still dark outside, the sun hadn't even risen yet. It was the right time of day when not a lot of people were bustling around the subway system. Even if it was Christmas Eve, it was still quite early, there wasn't many out aside from the homeless at the bottom of the station. The man Greed had labeled as "Idiot Joe" texted him the moment he spotted their target. Greed had overheard a while ago that every Christmas Zoe went to visit her parents grave. Sentimental stuff that humans loved to hang on to. So he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would be there at exactly 5 o'clock. The trip was further out so there was some time for her to get uncomfortable until her stop.

Joe sat a few seats down even with a nearly empty car. He was supposed to just be a shadow that made a few faces and hoovered over her once the car stopped. Greed was supposed to be a few stops down, giving Joe plenty of time to do magic. Greed was sure he didn't get all his money until the job was done first, unfortunately the little Sin missed his train. He either sat around for another one (but by then it would be an hour or so too late and the opportunity would be missed) or he ran back to get his car. He went with option B. Which would put him a good fifteen minutes behind schedule.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 04:28 am UTC (link)
Okay, okay, so Idiot Joe was going to make him work a little harder to play hero. This could go in his favor. He could if he wanted just swipe Joe's neck to the side and kill him right there. That would have been an easy out, but Greed didn't want to pull that card unless he had to.

The man twisted around throwing Greed off his back and to the ground, which threw his grip on the girl's coat. Greed felt the wind literally fly right out of his chest into the air. Greed shoved him with his foot, but Joe had his grip back on Zoe's coat jerking her towards them.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 04:40 am UTC (link)
Ack! Zoe lost her footing when Joe jerked her back towards the pair, crashing hard on her side with a sound of pain. She barely had time to figure out why Greed was there but she couldn't deny she was very thankful for it. She probably wouldn't have been if she knew he was the cause of her predicament in the first place.

Joe let go of her coat as he turned on Greed and there was a reason felons were fit, they had all the time in the world so normally spent it exercising. He threw punches at Greed's face and upper body, aiming for the places that would hurt the most like the liver.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 04:46 am UTC (link)
Seriously? This bitch was so not getting paid for this. Greed was strong. He may not be a tree, but he could do damage, even though this guy was a bit bigger than him by a few inches. Greed blocked the hits to his face with his hands, but he did not anticipate the punch to the side. That stung like a mother fucker. If this ass wanted to play rock-it, sock-it robots Greed was so on board.

After a few painful hits (it kind of started to tickle after a while), Greed threw his own punches which had the power of hellfire behind it. Greed could burn. He was being generous because it played in his favor, but now he just wanted to hurt someone. Joe was not going to walk away without some bumps and bruises. Dead if he kept pushing Greed's buttons, but Greed really was holding off on that. It would only be his last out.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 05:08 am UTC (link)
Joe went staggering back with Greed's punches, a little surprised at how hard he could hit. He took a few extra steps back as if he was going to run while Zoe got to her feet, her body ached and she felt gross but she was otherwise okay. "Chance...?" she asked, her voice spiked with worry as she took the couple of steps to his side since he was on the ground and helped him sit. All the pain he'd caused her was forgotten for the moment as one hand rested on his arm and the other touched his cheek, "Are you okay..!?" since she saw the brutal beating Joe had been giving him.

But Joe, when he'd taken the steps back, had no intention of leaving. He just did it to get out of the way of Greed's punches. Now he was pissed. Zoe didn't notice at first as Joe took out his knife that looked like it could do some damage but she looked up in time to see him rush forward with a growl.

She instinctively cried Greed's name and yanked on his arm with everything she had, pulling him back and out of the way as Joe brought the knife down in a swinging action, if the knife did scratch him it wouldn't be nearly as much damage as it could have been. But Zoe didn't anticipate how much of the platform was still behind her and one foot stepped off when she pulled. Her foot hit air and gravity did the rest by pulling the rest of her down and making her crash on the tracks that were quite a few feet below.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 05:39 am UTC (link)
Greed was fine, this was just a cat fight. Joe was just turning this into a direction he didn't like. His plan would backfire if Zoe didn't even---

She rushed to him. He stared at her wide eyed, wiping away the crust of blood over his lip. For a moment he saw his girlfriend, his Zoe. But he didn't have a chance to keep her there when in a flash she'd dropped onto the tracks.

He launched himself at Joe again, not without energy, wounds and all. He pounded that knife out of his hands, poking the blade at his throat. "If you don't want to see your blood painting the floor then run your ass as fast as you can." He patted his cheek and then stabbed Joe in the calf. That would sting.

If his toy was dead he was going to go on a rampage, Joe his first target. Greed scurried to the platform edge relieved when he saw Zoe still moving.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 05:46 am UTC (link)
The stab to the calf was more than enough to get Joe to limp away but it was the look in Greed's eyes that made him want to leave. No girl and no money was worth the promise that Greed held in those eyes.

Zoe didn't know which were new aches and which were old aches. She put a hand to her head and then rolled her shoulders. So far, nothing seemed broken. Her clothes were a little torn and she was dirty with a few visible scrape, a tear in her tights that showed a cut on her thigh.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 06:01 am UTC (link)
Greed reached a hand down for her to take. "Zoe," he waved his arm to pull her up. Once she had crawled out of danger (a train now would have been messy), he looked her over with his hands and his eyes. She looked okay. Instantly he zones to her tights with the wide hole, that only ran bigger when she moved. When he got her to her feet she wibbled forward. "Are you broken?"

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 06:10 am UTC (link)
Good thing Greed was strong and Zoe was pretty light weight compared to him so he wouldn't have a problem bringing her up off the tracks. She seemed tired but when he got her to her feet, she instantly cried out in pain, grabbing on to his arm so she didn't fall.

She looked down at her booted foot and tried to test it, putting some weight on it but winced and held his arm tighter, "I don’t think it's broken.." she would have noticed that right away. She shook her head, "But I can't walk on it."

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 04:01 pm UTC (link)
She looked like an injured puppy, tugging on his arm as a lifeline. He slung an arm around her waist her weight still falling forward. He sunk to the ground feeling around the inflicted ankle. It was already starting to puff up, poor girl.

Greed draped her arm around his neck, picking her up just under her knees to carry her up the stairs. "My car's a few blocks down."

This had turned out a little better than expected.

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Zoe winced again when he poked around, keeping only her toes on the ground ever so often. She knew she'd need help out of the station but she went wide eyed, protesting, "Chance-- No, really-- you don't..!" as he picked her up. She was flustered because it was the first time he'd ever carried her and it was an intimate position to be in when they weren't on the best terms. But she relaxed after a tense moment, her body finally feeling like it wasn't in fight or flight as it started shaking a little. She put her other arm around his neck, resting her brow against the side of his jaw as she closed her eyes and said a soft, "Thank you.." but something in the back of her mind was trying to get her attention.

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She wasn't heavy but the added weight tore the wound open a little more with each step on his side. His shirt was already soaked with his own blood from the cut Joe had managed before running off.

He was gloating inside that she was glued to him. He laid his cheek against the top of her head, both of them getting glimpses of the sides they liked because the blinders were off for a few minutes.

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It was a moment of peace and the past all wrapped up into one but Zoe noticed the blood pretty soon, it was staining her jacket too. Pretty much everything she was wearing was headed for the trash. "Chance.. ohmygod, you're bleeding!? Put me down!" was he crazy? He was injured and was carting her around like no big deal? Ugh, he was just going to make things worse for himself. She had a sprained ankle and a few cuts and bruises, he was bleeding.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 04:04 pm UTC (link)
"We're almost there," he huffed not stopping to let her down. "I can't even feel it." His focus was to get her to the car, get her home, then whisk her off to Kansas. There was valuable time being wasted here.

But, her concern pulled at a different side of him that wasn't coated by the big bad Sin. The ten percent that she actually liked. "See," he nodded his head towards the black vehicle parked just ahead.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 04:11 pm UTC (link)
Zoe was too tired and in pain to try to argue with him especially with the car so close. She was trying to see where the blood was coming from but couldn't with him carrying her, "Yay." she said dully and absently when he said the car was right there, she shook her head, "We should get you to a doctor. Can you even drive?"

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 06:25 pm UTC (link)
He unlocked the doors from his letting, sitting her on the his hood while he opened the door. That's when he got a glimpse of his wound. The shirt was drenched on the entire left side. He flipped it up, poking his finger at it. It was a little more than a scratch, but nothing that needed serious care.

"Looks worse than it is I think." His mood was a lot calmer now, because for once in weeks she was talking to him.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 06:26 pm UTC (link)
Now that she got a better look at it, she looked even more worried, "Chance, I really think you should see a doctor, that is a lot of blood....!" she sighed because his stubborn nature was one she wasn't in the mood for, "Fine.. then at least let's drop by a store so I can clean it up before you drop me home." though her apartment was a good chunk of time away from where they were. She needed to ice her foot as soon as possible and they needed to patch him up quickly as well.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 07:16 pm UTC (link)
He stuck the shirt to the wound which was too abrasive to the opening. It stuck at least like tape until they could get back to his apartment. "I liked this shirt..." He moors helping her down off the car and inside.

"We're closer to my place," he insisted not stopping nubs drug store. He had enough stocked in his bathroom to take care of it. "You need to get that up right?"

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 07:25 pm UTC (link)
She was wary, their past hadn't been magically erased because of this but she had to take his help. She looked at him and said slowly, "Yes..." then looked at her clothes, "But I need to change my clothes." since they were destroyed, having black blotches of oil and dirt all over them in addition to tears. She even had streaks of black on her face and hands.

She shook her head and shuddered at the memory of the guy, "I'd really just love to take a shower." all the blood and oil wasn't half as dirty as the feeling of Joe touching her.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 08:41 pm UTC (link)
"That went badly...." He hadn't intended for more than a little scare session, but Joe went overboard. His paws nearly cost him his favorite toy.

"We can get you some clothes..." He whipped into a a little shoplifting strip. The few cars parked along the entrances proved there were employees there even if the stores weren't open yet. He'd raise a fuss. "Be right back." She couldnt walk in so he'd have to make a decision on something for her. Greed would never come out with just one item. The sales associate looked through the window at this cute but crazy man who kept banging on the door. He flashed his credit card, hiding his open wound under the zipped leather jacket.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Zoe frowned, that was an odd choice of words. But before she could dwell on it he was offering to get her clothes. "What? No. No, no, really, just take me home." She frowned and patted his arm as if trying to stop him, "Chance, come on.." but then they were parking and wanted to beat her head against the window. "You're bleeding and you're going to go shopping?"

She put a hand to her forehead knowing this was pointless to argue but then dropped it and quickly shouted after him as he started to get out of the car, "Just something simple! Whatever is on sale. Think of it this way, only if you hate it, then get it." because she knew his taste in clothing which went from ultra expensive to downright hooker attire with no in between. All she needed was a simple top and bottom that shouldn't cost more than $10 total so she could wear something to get home from his place.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-24 10:07 pm UTC (link)
Greed picked up a handful, so he had two or three bags when he came out of the store. He had paid for half of it, the rest he had shoved into his bags. He even got himself a new leather jacket. This one was so ruined. Shoes too.

Tossing the bags into the backseat, no one would have guessed he had a gaping wound to his side. Without a word he peeled out of the parking lot and to his apartment running every stop light on his way. The sun was up by the time he reached his building, leaving little ice and fog on his windshield. He bundled Zoe into his arms again with the baggage and proceeded inside where it was warm.

There...safely in his apartment.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-24 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Zoe's mouth dropped open when he brought back more than one bag. There wasn't a need for it so she shook her head, "I hope to God those are all for you.." she wasn't going to accept anything more than what she needed and she was going to pay for it herself.

During the hellish drive she seemed to be in thought. Something was niggling at her and now that things were calmer she could process what happened. She didn't kick up a big fuss when he picked her up again, her only protest a sigh of surrender.

Once inside, she looked at the sofa and then at him, "Can you please put me on the sofa? And get some ice and the first aid kit? The swelling has to go down before I can shower and I can clean your side in the meantime." she didn't want to go near his bed. She didn't want to know who'd been in it or what'd been going on in it.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-25 01:18 am UTC (link)
He dropped her down on the couch with all the bags. He was more intent on pulling out all the purchases than looking over his own wound. "Oh, right. Ice." He came back with a towel full of ice after he'd dropped half of it on the kitchen floor. He dumped it in her lap, proceeding to take off her boot so they could see the real damage. He was gentle but every time she hitched her breath he stopped moving and looked at her as if she needed to tell him he could proceed.

When her shoe was off he looked at those damned stockings. "Really?" He had a pair of scissors in the kitchen he was ready to just cut a hole right above the ankle and rip off the foot of those things. He hated them.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:27 am UTC (link)
Zoe shook her head as he was distracted from the important thing at hand. Like blood and injuries. Sometimes she didn't know how he got anything done. She took off her ruined coat slowly and jumped when he dumped the ice in her lap, "Thanks.." she muttered. She wasn't big and muscle-y like him so she flinched and winced as he poked and prodded but she let him do it since they needed to see the extent of the damage. And for right now? He almost, almost seemed like the guy she knew. Almost.

She gave him a look when he complained about her tights, "It's cold." she handed him the ice bundled in the towel and gave a shake of her hair, "Look away for a minute." she was not taking them off while he was sitting right there and she couldn't leave the couch.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-25 01:36 am UTC (link)
"I could just cut them off." He made a scissor motion with his hand. "It's not that cold!" He also had a car with heat where she had to walk in the open air.

"Fine, fine," he covered his eyes with his hand but she didn't budge. He peaked through his fingers with a grumpy sigh turning his back during her state of semi-undress. "Done?" he asked after a minute because it felt like at least five.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:42 am UTC (link)
The tights were completely ruined so he wouldn't be destroying them but she wouldn't give him the perverse satisfaction of cutting them off.

She crossed her arms over her chest until he turned his head because she didn't trust him to not look. When he asked if she was done his response came with her bunched up stockings hitting him in the head. When he'd looked, her abandoned coat was draped over her naked legs but part of her shins and her feet were visible and the injured foot was swollen and discolored.

She reached her hands out for the ice, "Give me that and get the first aid kit so I can clean you up." her eyes going to his side where his wound was. She was trying to act like it was no big deal but her concern for him was seeping into her tone.

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[info]better_than
2012-12-25 01:47 am UTC (link)
Getting up off the table he shoved it towards her so he could prop her foot up onto it with a pillow, tossing the ice right down on it. It was cold, the ice hadn't even started to melt.

In a flash he was gone to the bathroom peeling off his leather jacket onto the floor. He came back into the living room with the giant first aid kit which he dumped on the couch beside her. He sat back down on the table with her foot propped, peaking under the ice to see if it had made any change.

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[info]history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:53 am UTC (link)
Zoe placed the ice next to her foot so it could do its magic and she could tend to Greed. There was zero difference when he peeked because like with most wounds, the only thing that healed them was time.

She rooted around in the first aid box and took out a bottle of alcohol and a square cotton pad. She looked at him and said gently, "Um.. you need to take off your shirt." she'd have asked him to just hold it up but it was just easier to not deal with it.

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