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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 4:13 pm
She had been very careful about making sure to not power up in front of Dallas.
This job though had left her no choice. Someone had gotten the jump on them, a last strike back sneak of sorts, and something had to be done about it. She powered up. One of Stillwaterite's hands had a fistful of Dallas' jacket, keeping him upright, and the other was sunk into the chest of the man who had stabbed him. She ripped his starseed, and the man crumpled to the ground. It was an automatic reaction to slide the starseed into her jacket pocket for later, even as she focused her attention on Dallas.
The corrupt teleported them away from the warehouse, and the two reappeared right beside the man's mustang.
Still's eyes drifted down to the stab wound, lips pressing into a thin line as the blood rapidly soaked his shirt.
"Hospital?" She asked, staying powered up just in case she needed to make another jump to take him there. She waited though. With the kind of business Dallas ran, she wouldn't be surprised if he had a back alley doctor he wanted to go to instead.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 5:12 pm
They almost had the deal in the bag before one of the traitorous bastards pulled a blade and tried to attack the weakest member of the trade. Knot was still learning, but she learned fast and she talked fast. Morals were a bit skewy and innocent for the line of work but she followed directions and that was all that mattered.
What she used the skills for later, he didn't care. What he did care about though, was a body being left at a scene for a drug trade. Their job had been simple, escort one of the men to the trade, drop the drugs off, take the man home. He shouldn't have been surprised when the other group turned chicken and tried to stab both Knot and the man. He chose to let the man die, his gun pulled and aimed at one of the lackeys. He felt the blade, as the other man crumpled down at his side.
A bleary gaze looked over the new form of Knot's before snickering. "Should've known." The crack in her chest and head were interesting but the uniform didn't lie. One of the negaverse agents.
"Mustang. Address. Jules." He rattled the address off, "For the love of god, don't go in that form. Drive. Don't worry about the blood and I swear to god Knot, if you scratch my baby, I'll stab you myself." To help with the bleeding, he popped one of the seats and pulled a medic kit out. Luckily the stab was on the opposite of his gun shot wound where Jules patched him up last time.
Sweat sheened a bit. "********, this bites." He looked at her, "Help me take the shirt off, I gotta keep pressure on it. Are you hurt?" The concern was only there because it would be a ******** waste if he got stabbed for her and she still took a hit.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:05 pm
"Got it, Dallas." Still let her glamour fade once Dallas confirmed their destination. Knot took her place as she quickly came around the Mustang to help Dallas peel off his shirt. Since she was next to him, she also frisked him for the keys. She grabbed the key ring and pulled them out. "No, I'm fine...thanks." She replied, moving back around the car to the driver's side. She went through the motions like it was breathing to get into the seat, but she realized that she couldn't remember the last time she had driven a car. Well. She put the keys into the ignition, and started it up. Just don't think about it. It'd come back, right? Like riding a bike. You never really forgot, did you? Brake and gear and...it just needed the gas now. Knot made sure Dallas was seated in the vehicle before she floored it. A few sharp turns, and she was speeding towards the address Dallas had given her. Idly she wondered if Sergei was working tonight, and wouldn't it be funny if he pulled her over for speeding? Well, maybe not so funny. This was a serious situation after all with consequences.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:53 pm
It was probably good and terrifying how calm Knot was, but it explained so much about the way she approached him. He was pretty sure nega's were just as susceptible in their...not powered forms to damage, but damn they had an advantage. The way she had popped whatever she had out of the man's chest, and dropped him like a sack of potato's had him eyeing her.
Any moment she could do the same to him. He place his gun in the car's side door, out of sight but within reach, if she tried to finish the job. "Focus on the road kid." He could see the grin on her face and wondered if she understood what was going on. He had been stabbed.
A bloodied hand came up to his head and he laughed. "******** me. You weren't kidding. If I knew I was walking around with one of you magical beings, I'd ******** skip the gun and let you loose on them." He side eyed her again, "You need to learn to fight in the not juiced up form. Next time I'm not bleeding on the floor darlin', we gonna wrassle."
He could see city turn into suburbs. "Turn here. Park a bit away. I don't need Jules freaking out or nothing." He grinned, "If we ask her nicely, she'll give us booze."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 10:13 pm
"If I wanted you dead, Dallas, you would be already." She replied softly, eyes still on the road. From the corner of her eye she had noted the careful movement, and the words to focus had been something of an indicator a well. A corner of her lips couldn't help but quirk up in amusement though. "No, I've been nothing but honest since I've met you." The woman nodded her head in agreement. "Yes." She replied. "I do, and it will be wrestling with clothes on." Just in case he tried to get any ideas or make any suggestions again. Knot did as instructed, turning where directed and then bringing the vehicle to a stop in quiet suburban street a ways down from the house they were going to. Scratch free, his baby was. Knot turned off the car, grabbed the keys, and slid out the driver's side. She closed the door behind her and came around to the passenger's side, looking to help the man out of the car and to one Jules' door step. Knot opened the passenger door, and offered a hand to him. "I'd settle for asking her nicely to patch you up." The woman replied with a brow quirked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 9:14 am
"It's a habit Darlin'" He smiled, "We'd both off each other if we wanted it. I'm not born out in the barn." He shrugged, "You gonna learn the same lesson someday. Friends that you think Friends? They the ones that screw you over the most." He breathed in as pain settled in and the blood stained the car seat.
"Clothes off too." He winked, "You think I'm gonna pass up those sweet pale thighs, you dead wrong babe." ******** ******** ********, he could feel the lightheadedness. He would've rather got shot again then the shallow stab wound. Jules was gonna hate patching him up.
He'd kill for some bourbon.
"Alright, keep your best face on kid. Don't be scared of her either." The house, with its nice picket fence and manicured yard and perfectly placed flowers was a vast difference from the warehouses, grime and dirt.
He practically rolled out of the car, stentson boots stomping on the ground. "Should've brought flowers." The blood dripped on the sidewalk and he grimaced. "Do me a favor and grab the hose when you can, We don't need blood trailing from the car to the sidewalk. Jules will get pissed too." Speaking of it, he rose his voice a little.
"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOO NURSE?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 10:00 am
She'd been busy tidying up the kitchen, having whittled away the evening hours by baking upon baking the night away. Cookies were tucked away in batches, each collection set aside and sealed away in a tupperware dish, one stacked on top of the other. She'd made some for the night shift at work, for the folks coming on during the day, for some of her favorite "regulars" that would no doubt filter in during her next shift and various other individuals who she deemed worthy enough to bake for, each cookie receiving just as much attention as the next. Company had not been expected, her phone remaining as quiet as it typically did on most evenings when she was off from work. She'd adorned some comfortable pajamas (with little cute cat prints on them, no less) to do her chores in and it was about the time she'd finished wiping down the countertops that she heard the long, suspiciously southern drawled out call of, " "HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOO NURSE?"What in God's green Earth... The towel paused in its swipe, eyes narrowing towards the front door. The porch light was still on, shining into the darkness that apparently held one drunken sonofabitch who thought it'd be funny to stroll up to her door in the middle of the night. Stomping her way towards the front door, bare feet echoed against the wooden flooring until she arrived at her destination, swinging open the door and sending the floral design on the front slapping against the surface. "Jimmy Wayne Dallas, I ought to call the police on your sorry a**, hollering out like this in the middle of the ni---" Her words caught in her throat as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Fireflies flickered around, a small breeze caught the nearby bushes and petals from the flowers and there, on the path leading up to her house, stood a half naked Dallas and a strange woman at his side. And blood. A lot of blood. The hand holding the towel moved up to pinch the bridge of her nose before Julianne Payne took a step back, gesturing for the two in her front lawn to come in. "Get in here before someone else sees your sorry a** and calls the cops on us all."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 11:28 am
Knot didn't reply to the friends comment. Dallas was entitled to believe what he wanted about friends, as she was. Machine and Bus had her back. They always would. She knew this, and she had their's. That's all there was to it. The woman couldn't help but roll her eyes, but she was amused at the comment about her legs. Yes, she was learning he had a fascination with them, and she smiled when he warned her about Jules. She was really excited to meet the woman and--- Oh. There she was, and she was already giving him sass and was wearing adorable pajamas and she loved it. Knot smiled at the woman from behind the cowboy, and raised a hand in greeting. "Ms. Jules, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." She replied, but didn't move to follow them inside. "I've heard so much about you. It's left quite an impression!" Knot moved off instead to go retrieve Jules' hose instead. "I'll be right in." She assured. "I'm going to hose down the side walk."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 11:46 am
"You wouldn't call the police on me, babe." Dallas would've winked, but it was taking just about all his effort to stand up and walk. "God you're a sight to see Darlin'. good. Love the cats. Do I smell cookies?" He ambled in, right to the kitchen because they had been here before.
Besides, Cookies smelled good. He looked at them longingly. food would be good for the pain. "Now now Jules, before you get riled up and all." He gave her his devilish grin, hoping to charm the woman from the anger.
"You could tell them you finally offed me." he coughed, blood pooling around his hand. "It's shallow, just a lot of blood. No damage, little lightheaded. The kid's name is Knot. We were on a job." He paused, "She under my wing for now Darlin', but you can put her to work."
Just like he had by making her hose down the sidewalk, blood would be washed away and the sidewalk dried before morning even set in.
"Jules, you wouldn't happen to have some bourbon?" The not bloody hand was totally going for some of the cookies.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:30 pm
Eyes cut back over to the woman who'd been escorting the injured man, seemingly bright and peppy (with manners, no less!). Her name was called out, the light haired girl addressing her with pleasantries and leaving Jules slightly dumbfounded as all she could do in response was offer a wave out of courtesy. When she followed Dallas inside, though, she was certainly not courteous. “What in the world… it's one thing for you to go mess yourself up, cowboy, but did you have to involve a young woman in your chaos too?” He was already ambling his way towards the kitchen, tell-tale drops of red marking his trail as he struggled towards the spotless, newly cleaned kitchen. There was an exaggerated sigh as Jules dropped the towel to the ground, bare foot scootching after him in an attempt to collect the spilled body fluids. By the time she made it in after him, he was already busying himself with requests. One hand shot out to smack the backside of his grabby fingers, nevermind the fact there was, ironically, a Tupperware made out specifically for the rascal. “I don't need you bleeding on these, sit down and let me take care of you first.” Pulling out one of the barstool chairs, she gestured for him to sit, rolling her eyes at his request for alcohol. It was deja vú all over again. “I should make you do without this time, serves you right for disturbing my evening.” Still, when she disappeared into the back hallway, she returned with several towels, a handful of supplies and, despite her threat, an unopened bottle of bourbon. It was almost as if she'd purposely stocked up on hard liquor for his increasingly frequent visits. Almost. “What sort of trouble did you get yourself into this time, Clyde? And where'd you pick up your Bonnie?”
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 8:55 am
Knot made quick work of the blood trail. She located the hose, and took to spraying the sidewalk with the utmost pressure to clear any evidence. She also took it a step further and extended the hose out to spray the exterior of Dallas' mustang. The woman finished off by spraying down the walk way leading up to Jules' house, and once she was done, the hose was neatly coiled and returned to the way she had found it. The woman dried her hands on her long shirt, and stepped up to head back inside to join the two. She opened the door quietly, slid in, and closed it just as quietly, catching snip its of the conversation as she entered. Gravitating towards the voices, Knot appeared, and offered another smile for Jules. "Oh, I picked him up." She answered. "I wanted to learn the trade." She came to a stop nearby, brow quirking as she looked towards Dallas briefly to assess where his condition was at, and then back to the other woman. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2018 10:11 am
"I got you messed up in my chaos and I didn't hear any complaints." He grinned, though the pain tinged at the corners of his mouth. "There is a lot of people messed up in chaos Jules. Men, women. Young and Old." He scoffed, "I'll use and abuse anyone I can to achieve my goal. Wouldn't you do the same?" He totally was going to buy her new towels. Maybe a rubber mat if he kept making habits of coming here to get stitched up.
Rubber mats would suck to bang on though. Hmm.
Though Knot wasn't really his fault. She came to him first. Something the woman affirmed as she joined them again. "Kid's right. Cornered me in a bar and made an offer I refused. Proved she was useful." He cocked his head, "Needs to work on her self defense and awareness though. Almost got stabbed tonight." He grinned, "I just took it instead. You know...."
He batted his eyes at Jules, "I was hoping to see a good ol' woman and get 'Er hands on me." The southern drawl eloganted a bit. "God bless the earth you walk on Jules." He reached greedily for the bourbon. It was a good bottle too. "Bottom's up Kid." He popped it open as he took a seat. It was followed by a heady drink from the bottle before he passed it over to Knot.
Once the bottle was passed off, the bloodied hand came out and took Jules, gently taking it up to his mouth and he nipped at the tips. "Job. ******** rats turned square, aimed for the kid because they thought she was weak." He looked over at her, "She proved them wrong in the end, but job is done." Grim eyes fell down to the floor. "Jesus, It's a bleeder, but it's shallow. You gonna take a swig to steady the hand babe?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 9:19 am
Packages of gauze were being opened, a stack forming of the white fluffy pads as Jules readied her makeshift operating table. Taking supplies from work was much easier to do than narcotics - something she'd have pulled out for the scoundrel, had she not already known of his tendency to prefer dulling the pain with alcohol instead of drugs. When the young woman arrived onto the scene, the nurse was drawing up a medicine from a small bottle, the label tiny and obscure. Needles and syringes were also easy to obtain, the medication a little tougher. Still, Jules was a clever woman and it looked as if her five finger discount at work was proving useful for the outlaw and his apprentice. "So you're a pushover when it comes to ladies, I see." A wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the girl - Knot, as Dallas had called her - and offered a more genuine smile while the cowboy took a long drink of the newly opened bottle. "If you're not the squeamish type, I could use some help with cleaning while I work. If you are, you're welcome to take a seat and wait - I've got cookies over on the other counter, if you're into sweets." Her head nodded in the direction of the dishes before the syringe was put down. Once gloves were applied, she made quick work of making initial swipes across the wound, collecting the blood and debris (mostly fabric from a shirt she had to assume the half-naked cowboy had already rid himself of) as her nose wrinkled. The syringe was picked back up and one hand held itself around the wound while the other brought the needle into the open area. "Not all of us require alcohol to do our jobs, cowboy," she murmured softly as she found the spot she was aiming for. Curtly she explained, "Local anesthetic" before inserting the needle and pushing the syringe. The now-empty cylinder was set aside as the nurse turned to get her sutures ready. The duo were still explaining the situation as she worked, Jules finding herself pausing at one particular tidbit. He'd been stabbed trying to defend the girl?
Her heart softened at the thought. As much as she wanted to tease him and sigh at his carelessness, the fact he was being protective over... No, she wasn't going to focus on that, her emotions needed to keep themselves in check, especially around someone like Jimmy Wayne Dallas. Even if she might have found him even more attractive, now that she possessed this new information about him. "It sounds like you two didn't have any problems when it came to finding trouble," she finally mused softly, her tone still light and teasing as she threaded her needle. "Are you alright, Knot? I can make this big lug wait a few minutes and patch you up first, if you'd like."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 10:59 am
Knot was content to stay out of the way and quiet for the time being, but took the bottle Dallas offered when he passed it to her. For a moment she hesitated, if only because she had helped the man barge into (to her) a stranger's house for medical attention...now she was going to drink the woman's liquor? Yes. Clearly the woman and cowboy had some history. She even looked prepared for him, to be honest. The white haired woman took a swig, and then placed it on the counter in case Dallas wanted more or if Jules wanted some. Her neutrally curious expression shifted, eyes lighting up as Jules asked for some helping cleaning while she operated. "I'd love to!" Knot replied, pulling a hair band off of her wrist and quickly throwing her hair up into a messy top bun. She then moved over to the sink and washed her hands before making her way over to Jules' side. Knot grabbed a pair of gloves for herself, slipping them on to the best of her ability, and waited for instruction from the nurse on what she needed to do. In the meantime, while waiting, she also took to watching and listening to the banter between Jules and Dallas. History indeed...and a colorful one at that. It was fascinating to be in the same room as these two...were they...? "Oh, I'm more than fine." She smiled at the woman. "That Texas girth had me covered. I don't have a scratch." And she was very thankful, because he didn't have to. After a moment, Knot added, "Could you teach me how to do that?" She pointed at the needle she was threading. "I'd really like to learn---not now, of course." She grinned. "I don't think Dallas would appreciate novice needle work."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 11:47 am
Dallas mused for only a second. "Just the pretty ones." He almost hissed as she jambed the needle in and the area went blissfully warm and numb. It would help with the needle work she was about to do. Once the bottle made its round back to him, he took another swig.
"Be gentle with me Knot." He gave her a careful glance, remembering the way her hand had sunk into one of the men's chest, pulling something out and dropping the man instantly. He wasn't sure what it meant, but if she wanted, she could just as easily do it to him.
"You give her cookies, but not me?" He rose a brow, "I'm the one ******** bleedin' all over...." He hissed a bit again, grumbling and eyeing the sugary treats. Unlike their first meeting, and because Knot was here, there would be no repeat of island adventures.
Unless.....he perked for a moment, they both took pity on him. "No but it does make the job more interesting." He sighed, not even willing to broach the subject of a threesome while he was being stitched up by not just two hands....his gaze dropped to Knots.
"Might as well practice on me then some poor lug who can't hol' the alcohol and the pain." He raise the bottle of bourbon that was making its way to being half empty already. "If you gonna try letting one cattle out, you gonna get ran over by a stampede anyways. Get your fingers wet Knot, Think I can take it after getting stabbed anyways." Plus he was sure he'd get some sort of reward for being a dummy for her.
Like a ******** cookie.
or better, his gaze dropped on Jules.
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