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madeinwales (madeinwales) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 21:15:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 12, dean winchester, ellen ripley, glados, ianto jones, jenny schecter, location: in town, open, remy lebeau

Day 12, morning!
Who: Ianto Jones and OTA
What: Not so good discoveries
When: Day 12, morning (round 9 ish?)
Where: Town square, by the straw dummies
Rating: PG

Status: Active

Sleeping in the barn wasn't the most comfortable thing there was, but the scent of hay and the feel of Jack nearby helped sleep find him fairly easily. Unfortunately, it meant that he felt stiff as all get out (not the fun kind of stiff, either) and that he needed to actually move to get himself feeling rather like himself again.

Ianto murmured something to Jack with regards to what he was doing and where he was going and took himself back to town, stretching his legs in a walk. No jogging. He had promised. It'd jostle his arm too much for anyone's liking, including his own. And, frankly, Doctor House scared him. The man was the crankiest beast Ianto had ever met and he had spent some time with Owen, after all.

Things seemed like they had calmed down a good deal, though it was still very quiet in what was left of the town. Ianto would have given an awful lot to hear some bird song around as he walked. But in a moment, that wish was forgotten when he stumbled up the straw men. Like bonfire night, only with the people in town. There was a man dressed like Logan. There was the Doctor's suit. There .. was a dress? Oh good God. And there was Jack's coat. Well, he'd be damned in someone was going to burn Jack in effigy!

Ianto stalked over, missing the other things laying about, and proceeded to strip the Jack dummy, wrestling the coat off. He might go after the rest of the clothes, too, since burning anyone in effigy in this place was a horrible thing at best. He swore under his breath as he worked, wishing for two good hands. The wool coat was heavy as hell and looked to be fairly authentic.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 06:25 pm UTC (link)

When the cake was knocked up, Remy made a startled noise -- thankfully, GLaDOS was releasing him nearly instantly, and he was able to release Dean and take a few quick steps back, twisting and sticking out that one hand for the cake. He caught it, along the bottom, tilting it instantly to keep it from splattering on the side of the box, and he dropped into a crouch so he could cradle it to a stop instead of cause it to impact suddenly, and thus splatter all over the bottom of the box. He ended up in a very uncomfortable looking, crouch-and-bend position, with his hand just inches from the ground and the cake balanced proudly atop of it.

Then he broke into a wide smile. "Merde. I'm so goo' a' 'dis." That was quietly reminded to himself, as he looked the cake over.. huh. Oh, man. The side had hit the box and it was a little rumpled now. Only the frosting, it looked like, but he wasn't going to fault it for being a little messy. Gambit didn't discriminate when it came to food. He was an equal-opportunity eater. So he was slowly lifting up from his crouch and rebalancing the box, before sending a smile over in Dean's direction. The poor man got a wave, too. Thanks, buddy. He appreciated it. But his attention was quickly turned to GLaDOS and the woman who's interrupted the little battle for the cake. And that, was when Gambit decided it might be a good time to leave.

Okay, maybe after he saw the outcome, and got the two women's names.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-23 06:36 pm UTC (link)

Ripley's eyes narrowed when Glados started towards her, and backed off, already starting to look for a weapon. Something in the woman's manner was setting Ripley's warning system off big time. Trouble with a capital T. Despite the backpedal, there was no evidence of fear, just caution. After dealing with rogue AI's, facehuggers, idiot company thugs and xenomorphs, a lone woman with a 'tude is not about to scare Ripley.

"Chill." She said. "A damn cake is not worth fighting over." /Idiot/. The word doesn't get said, but it's nearly audible from Ripley's expression.

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hellsboy
2009-06-23 06:46 pm UTC (link)

The woman moved away and then the red-eyed jerk also back away and suddenly Dean was falling to the ground in a heap. He'd been wedged between them so tightly that he hadn't even had to support himself and so he hadn't. Bad move. He crumpled fast with a loud grunt of pain.

"Ugh! Finally. See, this is why I like pie!" he grumbled. If he hadn't been injured, now would have been the time he got to his feet and took a few swings at the damned demon. Instead he let out a string of cusses as he struggled to his feet, everything made more difficult by the bulge in his pants.

"You ever do that to me again, dude..." he threatened even though the guy wasn't paying him any attention. "Hope it tastes like shit."

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-23 07:01 pm UTC (link)

What was that? Was the female subject saying something? GLaDOS was not listening because with each step the female took she was analyzing weaknesses. It appeared the subject had a weak tendon in her left ankle and a preference for her right hand. The tendon evidenced in her stride, and the hand by the way she moved it while looking around. GLaDOS presumed that it was for a weapon.

There was a slow blink as GLaDOS approached. Had Ripley been smart she would have run, alas, she did not. GLaDOS ducked down, a bit in her stride, pushing off on the balls of her feet she charged with her shoulder making impact with Ripley's midsection and knocking her to the ground in a very new sensation for GLaDOS.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-23 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Might have been a new sensation to Glados, but Ripley had been in mad-scramble fights for her life before. She went down with a pained yell ... her back WAS still all full of stitches, after all ... but she immediately started trying to beat the crap out of Glados, punching at the woman's face and bringing a knee up to try to ram her in the stomach with.

"The ... fuck ... is ... WRONG WITH YOU!" She half panted, half bellowed as she first fought for air, then finally got some air into her lungs.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Gambit had heard you, Dean. He was just triumphantly studying his cake right now. He was pleased indeed. And with a smile, he rose up and turned around to face Dean. Yes. He was so good. However, his attention was drawn by the two women. Ouch, that didn't look it was going to be good-- and he was taking a step forward. Well.. if he could give up just one slice, it wouldn't be that bad, right?

"Fille!" Shouted out to the pair of them, referencing the blonde in particular. "You gon' come share 'dis ca'e wit' me?" He had no idea that she wouldn't want it, now that the frosting was damaged.

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hellsboy
2009-06-23 07:42 pm UTC (link)

The red-eyed man was absorbed in worshipping the cake or whatever it was he was doing. Dean was glad for that. Meant there wouldn't be any more cuddling or whatever the fuck the guy had thought he was doing. When the red eyes faced him, Dean shook his head. "Look somewhere else, dude. Not interested." You're lucky your head is bashed in too, he thought.

Dean lifted his brows again as he watched the two women going at it with fists and fur flying it seemed. Laughing slightly, he backed quickly away from the rough and tumble. No way in hell was he getting pulled into that again. He stood a good distance away and watched though. Because it looked like the two women were pretty evenly matched so far.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-23 07:59 pm UTC (link)

The subject was fighting back, that was quaint. The knee that came up was dodged, though the woman did manage to make contact with the side of her ribs. Problem was that unless she was incapacitated, GLaDOS really didn't understand that the feeling of pain was intended to tell her to stop. She thought it was just a quirk.

So, as the woman started swiping at her, GLaDOS very methodically worked her hands around the woman's throat. And squeezed.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-23 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Ok, now they /really/ had a problem ... Ripley was pretty much incapable of NOT fighting when things went lethal. Hell, she'd been nuts enough to go toe to toe with damned xenomorphs. Only ... she didn't realize Glados was, essentially, another Ash. At least, not yet.

When Glados started choking her, Ripley went for Glados' face again, one hand going for her thoat, the other scrabbling as she tried to ram a finger into an eye socket or something, gurgling as she fought to get the woman the HELL off her, twisting frantically.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"Hey, hey!" That was enough, and Gambit was (unfortunately) setting down his cake and jogging over to the two women, swatting his hand as if he were scolding two dogs that were fighting.

"G'wan! Gettoff! G'wan! Stop 'dat!" He was grabbing onto the lighter woman from behind and he grunted at the pain it caused in his shoulder, but he was hauling her up and away from the other woman, disengaging their fight, and holding onto her with one strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, and the weaker arm about her waist. "S'nough! C'mon! We don' 'ttack people 'roun' here 'less we doin' it fer fun or profi'!" Scolded as he walked backwards, hauling the lighter, jumpsuited woman along with him.

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hellsboy
2009-06-23 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Since he couldn't really break up the fight now that it had gotten serious, as much as he would have liked to, he was glad that the demon had decided to do it himself. That was good. He was doing a good job of it.

Now was time for payback.

Dean shuffled toward the cake box that had been left on its own and with delicate taps of his boot he worked the box up onto his toes. Then, bending down with a bit of a wince over the pain it sent through his ribs and elbow, he used his forearms to pick up the box from his feet. That accomplished, Dean stood up straight again and grinned over his shoulder at the three fighting over the cake still or whatever it was that was the issue now. Then, quietly, he wandered away from the fray with the box of cake in his arms. He never looked back.

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sarcasmquotes
2009-06-23 08:51 pm UTC (link)

GLaDOS was scooped up and she was still swinging, appendages flailing as she tried to squirm free. Subroutine disengaged as she realized that it was her favorite subject dragging her off. She wondered why. Usually the rats in the maze did not help one another. They did not know how. Was her favorite trying to help or harm her? GLaDOS wasn't quite certain.

GLaDOS, all 5'10" of her seemed to relax as she relented to being dragged away. "You shou' real' pu' me do'n, ami," her voice came out teasingly. Her eyes, however had not left Riply and the growing red mark around the female's throat.

Not to be thought worse for wear, GLaDOS had a few bruises of her own to deal with. She just wasn't too worried about them.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-23 09:10 pm UTC (link)

Ripley gasped, then rolled to her side, then onto her knees, gasping and choking and coughing as the pressure on her throat was released when Gambit hauled Glados off of her.

What the HELL was it with her and getting choked, she wondered, somewhat muzzily, as she fought to get to her feet, leaning somewhat drunkenly against one of the straw-padded poles as she continued to fight to get air back into her lungs. Shit just liked choking the hell out of her, didn't it?

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	KICKING THIS LEFT <---- ace_of_clubs 2009-06-24 11:42 am UTC (link)
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