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Post by thecurtain on Aug 30, 2011 21:43:48 GMT -5
"Get this kid checked out by a med team!" Agnes snaps to the police, and they're smart and used to her enough to listen.
"Ahh...Miss Joubert?" a newer recruit inquires. "Which...one?"
She pauses, ready to rip the new kid a new one, when she realizes why he's asking, finally seeing both criminals together. Aside from the fact that one's unconscious and the other smells like rank cheese and might have some brain damage due to being shaken at ultra-high speeds by a stupid, clumsy Hero, they look just about identical.
"Both of them. No, just take them to the hospital, and keep the closest of watch on them," she tells the police chief. "No extraneous metal in their rooms - that includes guns. I want guards posted outside their room at all times, and make sure the doctors know what they can do. Once their injuries are taken care of, I want them locked up."
Mac's faintly aware of being taken somewhere else. The road there is really bumpy and his head really, really hurts, and once he throws up in the cop car which really should serve them right, but really it's also pretty unpleasant for him too.
By the time they reach the hospital, his stomach is completely empty, the patrol car smells rank as fuck, and the driver has threatened to quit about seventy-two times. That's what he gets for not pulling over, Mac thinks. They both end up being carried in on stretchers, which is good because stretchers can't complain about how abhorrent he smells. It's all pretty much a blur after that. He doesn't have to move and he's not being arrested, at least not right away, so for now he can stop caring.
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 22:26:45 GMT -5
Jack awoke to another blinding flash of white and squeezed his eyes shut against it. Eventually easing them open again and after waiting for the world to come into focus he could see the stark white surroundings of a hospital room? He tried to sit up but was stopped short by restraints at his wrists. Dammit, what the hell happened? He felt fine, he should be in jail right about now shouldn't he? He could look around at least, and so he did taking in that yes this is indeed a hospital room. He could feel with his power that it contained very little metal, The bed frame was aluminum and unresponsive to him. His eyes finally fell on second bed in the room were Mac lay still, also restrained to the frame of his bed. Another check around the room to make sure they were alone." " Hey idiot.....Mac!."
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 30, 2011 22:34:57 GMT -5
A groan eventually responds to Jack's voice. "Keep i' down, yeh fucker," he rasps out, keeping his eyes shut. Too bright. Too loud. And he feels dehydrated. He groans again.
"Fuck that Wild Tiger. Fuck 'im." He's having a hard time focusing on much right now, so he focuses on that. "More like Wild Blender."
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 22:45:50 GMT -5
His mouth snapped shut before speaking again more quietly. "The hell he do to you?"
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 30, 2011 22:50:27 GMT -5
"He 'as like...shakin' me? Full power. Head feelsfunny." He's slurring a bit in his inability to focus. But he tries to make more of an effort to be understandable. "Sure got our arses handed t'us," he says. Someone has to say it.
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 23:07:15 GMT -5
" We sure did...that was pretty stupid." Jack's had a concussion before. He'll have to keep an eye on him. " Try not to sleep again...ya spew yet?"
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 30, 2011 23:13:17 GMT -5
He thinks a moment, trying to recall the ride over. "Seven? Eight times? Think I'm okay now. Belly-wise." Except the thought of throwing up makes him want to do it again. And he's strapped down on his back. What are these idiots thinking?
He remembers something else, suddenly.
"Jack. Wer gonnaget arrestsed when we ge' outta here. Bitch's orders."
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 23:19:29 GMT -5
Eyes dragged away from from Mac to look toward the ceiling. Hnn, there was metal in the lighting... " I didn't expect they'd just let us off."
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 31, 2011 6:14:10 GMT -5
His head's too out of sorts to be even thinking about metal. Jack's lucky they're on the same train of conversation.
"...Dun wanna go't'jail, Jack." he mumbles, experimentally opening one eye. Nope. NOPE. The hell is it so goddamn white in here?!
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Post by Conway on Aug 31, 2011 9:31:39 GMT -5
He has to be thinking about metal, he has to get them out of this. They were so stupid, what made them think they would get away with that!? " Doubt we really have much of a choice at this point, man. Even if we can get outta here before they come for us, not like you'll be able to run right now." Of course they probably wouldn't move Mac from here until he was feeling better. But Jack was fine now, they'd probably ship his ass out as soon as someone came to check on them and found him conscious. A fear seized him, they'd be separated. For sure even if they left here at the same time, in the prison they wouldn't be allowed to stay together. He strained against his restraints again, testing them and trying to keep it quiet so he won't add to Mac's worries. He had to find them a way out.
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 31, 2011 9:42:00 GMT -5
"Can't run. The'll find's." He tries to swallow, but it's dry. Fuck, he's gotta get better, he's gotta figure out a way out of this situation. Focus. There's gotta be something they can do, something they can use. But his sense for metal feels dull even as his eyes and ears have become more sensitive. How fucking useless.
"Y'hurt, Jack?" he asks suddenly, panic hitting him. He'd sounded fine - but then, he'd sounded fine before, when he wasn't.
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Post by Conway on Aug 31, 2011 9:53:31 GMT -5
He responded quickly to reassure him. " Yeah, m'fine. Hero just choked me out is all. I only passed out for a bit. Better off'n you I imagine. Frikken hero didn't have to rattle your damn brains."
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 31, 2011 10:12:54 GMT -5
The panic subsides as he breathes out air he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. Okay. Okay. Alright. At least he's okay.
"Some Heroes," he grumbles. "Sloppiest capture ever." With his worries out of the way he's focusing on making his words understandable. "Bet we coulda done a better job a'capturing ourselves." Doesn't mean they make much sense, though.
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Post by Conway on Aug 31, 2011 10:26:36 GMT -5
It's good that Mac can't see the look on Jack's face. " Y-yeah, I guess so." Seeing as how we cam stick to each other ..yeah we probably could have. "Coulda gone worse, lightning chick coulda fried us."
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Post by thecurtain on Aug 31, 2011 10:30:48 GMT -5
...Ugh, good point. He might even count themselves...lucky.
"Or the flamin' one."
REAL lucky.
Oh god now he wants to puke again.
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