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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:07 am
He already couldn't use his arm, already would have to wait for it to heal, along long wait. but now, whatever this man planned on doing, Jerome wasn't at all convinced that he was going to stop.
He couldn't lose his arm more then he already has, He couldn't lose his arm!
He needed it!
Labcoat got his grip back, and another crank was followed by a forced scream fro the gangster.
Jerome tilted his head up, dreadlocks hanging over half of his sweating face, his eye set coldly on the women when she spoke to him.
"I ain't the shot caller" He panted.
Jerome jerked again, but instead of pulling away, this time he kicked one of his leg back, and swept it to the side as hard as he could, trying to catch Labcoat by the ankle of the leg. a desperate attempt to stop him from breaking his arm any further.
Even if he didn't really consider this action beyond a moments pause of the clamp not growing tighter.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:15 am
Jerome's retaliation was swift. Too swift for labcoat to react. In an instant and a rush of fabric, the goggled man hit the floor.
The woman watched, impassive. "...honestly, Clyde."
The man turned a glare on her. He stumbled back to his feet and dusted his coat off, head swiveling back toward Jerome. Though most of his face was concealed, his displeasure was apparent. Maintaining silence, he jabbed an arm at the bound Rocket to grab the vice at its center and twist the entire tool counter clockwise.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:42 am
There was a definite crack from this action, as Jerome's entire arm was pulled and twisted, while still having the binds holding him, limiting the give he might have had.
Where he had been slouched, and staring pointedly back at the Labcoat, his Inked eyes widened in horror at the action that followed, drawing his entire body up, and rigid.
The room was filled with the man's reverberating scream, quickly joined with swears and vulgarity.
He ducked and thrashed, as far away from Labcoat as he could, head lolling down as he shivered and swore, kicking the legs of the chair.
"Y' ********," he growled shakily. "Get it over with, ********' punks. Y'don't think I know this game?" He glanced over, his vision blurry. "Y'can't do nothin', nothin'. Get it ********' over with."
God, this was how he was going to go... this was where he was going to die.
Just like Jayden, the scene suddenly so clear in his mind.
She had been bound to a chair too, made completely defenseless as they re-opened her scars, and sliced off the remaining fingers on her hand.
The digits had been laying on the ground under the chair soaked in all the blood she had lost from wounds that he couldn't see from his angle at the window.
Put on ******** display for the others, his homies to watch while they too bled out.
Jerome close his eyes, and leaned away from ******** you."
...This is where he was going to die.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 1:08 am
The woman tilted her head a degree, arching an eyebrow at Jerome's shouting.
It was impressive. She had to admit. Most people would give in at this point. Beg, even lie. Give up some scrap of information. But not this man.
Several moments of silence passed. Only the sound of Jerome's ragged breaths filled the small room.
The woman sniffed and lifted her arm to glance at a small wristwatch. "That's enough, Clyde."
Labcoat looked up. He obviously didn't agree.
The woman frowned, "You're behaving like an animal. It's not professional or becoming.
Looking frustrated, he released the hold on Jerome's arm.
"We're behind schedule anyway... thanks to Sager." She sighed and turned her attention back to Jerome, seeming to remember he was in the room, "You're lucky we're all pulling double duty today. But don't worry. Once we've patched up the mess out there we'll have a lot more time to play games. Look forward to it." She offered a small smirk and, just like that, turned to leave.
As the door swung open the guard outside stepped back in. With Labcoat's help they set about untying Jerome's hands, keeping a gun trained on him. It didn't look like they'd be making any effort to re-set his broken arms. His teammates would have to help with that when he returned to his cell.
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