Arthur (
paradoxlol) wrote2011-09-20 12:27 pm
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.049 | Voice.
Minimal death and destruction, no known curses carried back to the Barge, and I didn't get baked into any witches' pies or swallowed by wolves. [Or whatever it is that happens to sassy woodlands critters n fairy tales.] All in all, I'd say that was a good port. [Pause, then he makes a noncommittal "hm."] Despite being turned into a very articulate chipmunk.
[Private to Perry]
The silent treatment's gone on long enough. We're having a talk.
[Private to Perry]
The silent treatment's gone on long enough. We're having a talk.
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[A combination of luck and good reflexes keeps Arthur's arms free from that grip, at least, because if Perry managed to trap them, this would be over. Still, it takes a moment for him to actually react, because the force of being driven to the ground with those thick arms constricting his chest is enough to make Arthur see stars as the breath is knocked out of him. The glock almost slips from his fingers as he struggles to regain his senses, but that's enough for him to tighten his grip on the barrel and hold onto the gun like his life depends on it. Each breath sends a sharp pain through one side, and he's sure a rib or two's been cracked, although it's hard to isolate the damage through the haze of pain. Still, he's not giving up yet. Arthur wraps his legs around Perry's waist and uses the momentum, pushing against the ground with one free hand, to try to roll the big man so that Arthur's on top. Even if that doesn't work, he's already lashing out with the gun to smash it against Perry's head.]
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And the gun cracks down with perfect precision right on his temple. Perry goes completely limp for a moment. He struggles not to go under, not to lose this fight, not to be weak. What a fucking cheap shot. Then (possibly with another blow? He's too disoriented and close to passing out to register it properly) the big inmate slips into unconciousness, arms gripping tight until the end.]
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Good, still going strong.
With that, Arthur pushes himself off the ground and staggers over to the abandoned clip. Loading it back into his gun, he holsters the weapon and pulls out his communicator. Whether Perry's getting treated here or in the infirmary, Arthur's going to need a second hand.]