Post by altoh on Jan 8, 2010 18:59:51 GMT -5
Light steps and shuffling feet echoed down the hallway of the Gwazine's brig. Two MPs and a mechanic cut through the stale air with purpose on their mind and a prisoner on their arms. The cell door next to Wu Jinyuan's opened, and Marc Simmons was unceremoniously dumped into the floor of the cramped room. His right hand was completely covered in bandages, and the MPs angled the fall so as to force Simmons to land on it. They succeeded.
Moaning with pain, the Petty Officer stirred on the floor and mouthed off something unintelligible. The mechanic responded by kissing Marc's face with the heel of his boots, whistling. He pulls Simmons' up by his collar, and started to speak. "Aww, shit. I'm sorry, dude, that was an unnecessary overreaction on my end. Here, let me fix you up a little bit. Don't want that torn lip to be infected with gangrene!"
The mechanic's fingers pulled out a small bottle of disinfecting iodine from his pocket that he swiped from an office in the Gwazine, god knows who it belonged to previously. He then poured the iodine down Simmons' bruised and bleeding face, which promptly triggered painful howling from the pilot who dared to take the forbidden machine out for a spin.
As the brown liquid dripped from the bottle, the mechanic continued to taunt. "WAS THAT WORTH IT, BITCH?! WAS THAT WORTH WRECKING THE GOD DAMN LEG OF THE GUNDAM?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SPARE VERNIER PARTS WE HAVE LAYING AROUND?! YOU THINK WE CAN BUY THAT SHIT IN GROCERY STORES?! ANSWER ME, MOTHERFUCKER!"
The mechanic threw Simmons to a corner of the cell, and left, promptly accompanied by the two MPs who proceeded to lock the door, with smiles on their faces. Simmons writhed in pain, barely able to mouth off curses.
All in all, it was an entertaining spectacle for Wu Jinyuan if he was able to see it. But he had no problems hearing it.
Moaning with pain, the Petty Officer stirred on the floor and mouthed off something unintelligible. The mechanic responded by kissing Marc's face with the heel of his boots, whistling. He pulls Simmons' up by his collar, and started to speak. "Aww, shit. I'm sorry, dude, that was an unnecessary overreaction on my end. Here, let me fix you up a little bit. Don't want that torn lip to be infected with gangrene!"
The mechanic's fingers pulled out a small bottle of disinfecting iodine from his pocket that he swiped from an office in the Gwazine, god knows who it belonged to previously. He then poured the iodine down Simmons' bruised and bleeding face, which promptly triggered painful howling from the pilot who dared to take the forbidden machine out for a spin.
As the brown liquid dripped from the bottle, the mechanic continued to taunt. "WAS THAT WORTH IT, BITCH?! WAS THAT WORTH WRECKING THE GOD DAMN LEG OF THE GUNDAM?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SPARE VERNIER PARTS WE HAVE LAYING AROUND?! YOU THINK WE CAN BUY THAT SHIT IN GROCERY STORES?! ANSWER ME, MOTHERFUCKER!"
The mechanic threw Simmons to a corner of the cell, and left, promptly accompanied by the two MPs who proceeded to lock the door, with smiles on their faces. Simmons writhed in pain, barely able to mouth off curses.
All in all, it was an entertaining spectacle for Wu Jinyuan if he was able to see it. But he had no problems hearing it.
