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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:13 pm
The truth of the matter is that Butch really didn't know Nye whether Nye was bluffing or not. He highly suspected, expected, it yet the other man's poker face was impeccable. You just couldn't tell. His grip on Ivie tightened painfully, causing the unconcious girl to groan a little at the pressure against her ribs. Butch didn't seem to notice.
"All the more reason for me to hold onto the slut. You won't let them shoot with her here." Butch seemed to be out of options, holding onto Ivie like this being the oen he had left.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:25 pm
Oooh! Oooh! Nye had seen this move pulled in movies. Inner!Nye, of course, was getting more and more mad by the second. That killer poker face was definitely a toughie to play around with, though. "Weird, from where I'm standing, it looks like you're pretty open from behind. And what do you know," he said smugly as he took another step forward, coming just a few steps out of striking range from Butch.
"Here comes Alex. Hey, Alex, just in time!" God, if he wasn't so good at pulling s**t out of his a**...
Nye waved to someone seemingly behind Butch, or something, for no living being was actually there. Not that it mattered, all he wanted was for the real-live Hulk to turn around, even for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:30 pm
The trick worked. Somewhere in Butch's mind he knew that turning his head was a bad idea yet there was a door behind him. For all he knew there could be someone, possibly even this 'Alex' the fop was talking about, loitering behind him and Nye was right; behind, he was wide open.
He did the stupid thing. He looked. Nye wasn't holding his gun, wasn't that close, and Butch looked.
He'd notice his mistake far too late.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:39 pm
Nye didn't waste a second.
He ran up behind Butch and took a swing at the back of his head, probably hurting his knuckles more than the baldness they impacted. A swift kick to the base of the spine was followed by Nye basically snatching his neck and trying to lean him back.
Hey, in case the punch knocked him out, Nye didn't want the 20-ton... thing to fall on top of Ivie.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:49 pm
As Nye's hand slammed into the back of Butch's skull, the hefty man saw double and probably would have fallen had Nye not gone to work on his back. He let Ivie drop to the floor where she landed with a heavy thunk, her head probably smacking the ground as she went, and let out a gargled roar. He was disorientated and that was dangerous. Arms swinging around him to try and get at Nye, Butch was practically fighting blind in this battle, unable to get at the niggler on his back.
It was vaguely reminicent of that battle with the ogre in Lord of The Rings, Ivie's writer pondered.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:54 pm
Seeing as Nye's writer has never touched a Lord of the Rings movie, she has no idea what Ivie's writer is pondering on. Nye's writer does, though, have Kung Fu Fighting playing back in her head.
Nye had come pretty close to getting hit, but got extremely lucky this time. Extremely. He didn't want any more bruises, you know! Letting go of Butch's neck, the 'pansy' ducked under the flailing arms and from the front, delivered a hefty kick to the man's groin, followed up by a punch to the gut. If he fell, it was time to flee.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:05 pm
Ivie and Butch's writer thinks Nye's writer really, really should watch those movies because they are out of this world.
But back to our fight.
If Nye was lucky, Butch was the exact opposite. It must be karma finally catching up with him because both of Nye's blows found their marks. His eyes widened comically as his groin was kicked with expert precision and he doubled over, just in time for Nye's gut-punch to find his face instead. Already off balance as he was, Butch fell to the ground with a significantly louder thud than Ivie had, disorientated and in a good amount of pain, blood beginning to trickle from his nose.
Better go, Nye. He's not getting up for a little while.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:10 pm
Nye thanks the writer for the hint.
Nye stopped to catch his breath for a few moments, letting the rest of he adrenalin seep out of him and some of his mentality right back in. Remembering Ivie, he turned and crouched down to loop her arm around his shoulders and to scoop her up by her back and underneath her knees- bridal style, baby.
Wanting to avoid Butch on his way out, Nye took the route through the janitorial closet on his left. Walking slowly and very carefully as to avoid tripping on any buckets, mops, and/or dangerous chemicals, Nye had to squint his way through.
The first seep of natural light came through a metal door which he had to nudge open with his foot- an employee-only exit that lead to the back of the shopping center with a bunch of parked cars as witnesses. At least it wasn't the middle of a crowded store.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:17 pm
There wasn't a lot Ivie could really do at the moment, being unconcious as she was. A quite gurgle did escape her lips her her head lolled back from being carried like she was yet there was no resistance; Ivie was quite dead to the world at this point of time.
The carpark wasn't as deserted as Nye thought. A solitary little old lady was slowly but surely feeding one-cent pieces into the ticket-machine and had just finished when she caught sight of Nye and Ivie. "Oh dear...is the poor thing alright?" She wobbled out, heading over to get a closer look. She had yet to glimpse the rather stunning bruise marking Ivie's neck.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:26 pm
Nye almost jumped out of shock. He sat down and set Ivie to lean against his legs. As he reached for his scarf, he realized that he picked the most brilliant day not to wear it. And her face was bruising, too.
How was he gonna explain that?
Choosing a tricky angle to support the girl's neck with, Nye attempted to cover up the bruise from the woman's sight. "Ah, she's fine. Just slightly claustrophobic, and she got overwhelmed by one of the crowds. Nothing to worry about, really."
Don'tnoticethebruisedon'tnoticethebruise.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:33 pm
The old lady noticed the bruise. "What have you done to the poor thing, you brute!" Noticed it and jumped right to the wrong conclusion. An umbrella was waved in Nye's face threateningly; he was right at the correct height for that, sitting down and all. "Don't you even think of moving, young man!"
Obviously not all little old ladies are technology impaired. This one, umbrella still pointed at Nye, flipped out a surprisingly modern little mobile phone and dialled in the emergancy number. Not five minutes later, a police car - sirens thankfully silent - rolled into the carpark, two officers swinging out and taking in the scene with mildly hidden amusement. If this guy was really an assulter it was unlikely he would just be sitting here yet they had to check it out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:04 pm
Nye grimaced. He was in mild pain, shock, and was just called a brute. Not even bothering trying to explain, he just sighed and listened to the woman's threats. Occasionally, when the umbrella got too close he flinched. But that was it.
Once the police came, the old lady said something about karma and turned to wave the officers over in her screechy wanna-be falsetto voice. The uniformed men, grinning smugly, climbed out of their signature vehicle and came over, one holding a notepad idly. "And what do we have here?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:10 pm
"A CRIMINAL!" The little old lady screeched out before Nye could say anything, her umbrella waving wildly. Oh she meant well, she really did, she was just a little overenthusiastic about it. "See that poor girl? Bruises everywhere and on him too! Oh, he should be locked up!"
The second officer, arms crossed, squatted down near Nye and took a good, long look at him, before taking an even longer look at the unconcious Ivie. It was a somewhat appraising look, it had to be said, yet the officer wouldn't admit it. "Here, son, let her go. We'll look after her."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:27 pm
Ooh. There were lots of things Nye could say to that. For example: a man could not call him 'son' unless he was old enough to be his father. This guy, despite the moustache, could not have been more than 35. A 10-year age gap did not qualify him to call Nye 'son'.
Still, the mentally worn-out Nye did little but loosen his grip on Ivie and clear his throat. He'd take the more logical option for now. "Before you do that, Officer, I'd like to inform you of the man laying in the employee-only hallway off the food court and another in the bathroom, both presumably unconscious and possibly armed. Once the Miss Callaghan here wakes up, she can tell you just which one of us three assaulted her and which one stood in defense."
Sounding mighty confident for someone who looked like they were about to get arrested. "Cuff me and take me downtown if you'd like," he said with a sigh, "But I know rather well that I'm not guilty."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:35 pm
Policemen wern't all bad, not like in the shows. These ones actually knew their job and wern't about to make any arrests without all the evidence. "Barry, go check it out." The one crouched by Nye said, before reaching out and tugging Ivie from Nye's grasp. He didn't move her far, just onto the grass nearby where she could lie straight. The old lady, quietened down now since the policement had taken control, offered her own scarf and the officer doubled it up, sliding it under Ivie's head.
"We'll see what she says when she wakes up" He said, not yet admitting that Nye might be right. After checking the girl's vitals he let her lie, calling for paramedic aid to be sent out to the spot,. "Now, could you please give me your version of what happened?"
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