death by Ren (tyburn) wrote in warrantlogs, @ 2015-10-26 10:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime tyburn, liam hyde |
Can someone hose him down?
WHO: Stowaway, Jaime, Liam
WHAT: A wild stowaway appears
WHEN: 25th
WHERE: The Whiskey Sour
WARNINGS: PG13(?)
Officially the compulsory post-ceremony celebrations following the recent graduation and crew assignments ended a day after the main event; but as usual, the major bulk of the newbie class trickled into various subgroups that carried on their celebrations -- one of the unofficial milestones that marked the completion of their passage into certified members of the RAC. It was the perfect cover. After his slip up with Noa the other day, Jaime had been playing a game of denial and reclusion. What had started as a sinful distraction with a stranger from a bar had turned into a spiral of retrospective self-pitying and distaste. The walk of shame felt soberingly well named as he made his way back to the Whiskey Sour. Coupled with the rippling aftermath of the whiskey, Jaime only had thoughts for aspirin and a lie down before they set off again. Jaime massaged his temples and took off his shades as the cargo bay doors opened slowly. The smell hit him then, strikingly sharp and unrelenting. Jaime made a face and swore. "Dammit Cody," he muttered, certain that he was going to find the raccoon that had been following Noa back on Io. It had probably died there because no one had been feeding it. He didn't need this right now. Jaime took a quick sniff and shuddered, following the smell towards a large pile of cargo boxes with slow, hesitant steps. "...here, coon." he crooned, crouching slightly as he neared the offending source of the pungent smell. "Come here--" The guttural cry echoed loudly throughout the carbo bay and drowned out the colorful curse that escaped Jaime before everything went black. And the silence that followed served only to accentuate that initial cry and the clatter of Jaime's sunglasses on the bay floor. Enough to pique the curiosity of one asshole onboard by the name of Liam Hyde: Killjoy, self-proclaimed manly beard champion, roommate to a real-life Disney prince. He shook his ridiculously long limbs and was following the sound back to its source; disaster hair, screwdriver in hand as he thanked(whatever God, Gods, Aliens, etc) had moved him onto Whiskey Sour. The smaller size was a blessing when trying to pinpoint sources of trouble, normally known as 'Noa and Cody have done something'. His nose twitched, the smell of something rank; something that could be either an animal or a dead thing or both. "Fuck's sake." Whoever had dragged this smell on board was in it for a stern shove against the nearest surface(some bullying habits were hard to forget). His steps slowing as a the hairs on the back of his neck prickled; years of being a killjoy had honed his senses -- sharpened to cut through obstacles and win(see what to hack away at, who to kill; remember: collateral damage happened). Liam feels annoyed. Clucks his tongue, running it along the roof of his mouth in an attempt to distract his brain from the discomfort of his nose. "I swear to fucking god, guys ——" A split moment of hesitation as his brain processed the scene: a stranger, the leg of someone sprawled unconscious or dead in the cargo hold and a man charging towards him in a sort of frenzie. Liam cocked his fist back(teeth all sharp in a half-smile). Plunged headfirst. Why didn't he have a stupid wrench? The mental panel digging his skin It smelled, puerile and raw — the stink of garbage and human skin Fuck, he was going to throw up — pea green all over Scuffed sneakers; kicked the knee— CRACK — satisfying THUNK — CRACK — metal and bone, metal and bone, metal and bone — His hands fumbling for the sturdy communication panel on the side, a slippery feel of buttons beneath his thumb as he jammed it repeatedly to ring the cockpit. Whoever was potentially dead on the cargo bay-- this time Liam Hyde didn't want to know first. For good measure he kicked the now unconscious stowaway again, because fuck you. A moment later he threw up. Yeah, it really smelled that bad. |