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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 7, 2007 17:27:39 GMT -1
Rocky watched the men tussel and wrestle, making their ways across the bar house floor. She saw how Luke menuvered his way back on top, continuing to strike and attack the American. Her eyes had widened, ignoring the various people pushing into her to catch a glimpse. The bouncers had continued to move through the crowd, towards her, and instinctively Rocky had moved towards. When the bouncer had reached for Luke’s arms as the other went to pull the other man from him, she had held on to his arm as if concerned with his ability to get up. The bouncer had hooked his arms around Luke’s from the back as he pulled him backwards towards the door and Rocky’s action just went on without reason. She put her hands on his chest like to keep track of him as well as get between both the Brit and the American. As the bouncer pulled Luke back through the people and passed the doorway of the exit, he had let go with a small shove, scowling at him and the American that was also dragged out before entering again. Rocky looked over the Brit again, seeing his wounds and didn’t really know what to say. What could she say if she was a stripper? ‘Sorry for denying you that dance?’ So she stood there, her lips parted. OOC: Sorry, its crap but I had to hurry during Journalism
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 7, 2007 21:54:55 GMT -1
[it's not THAT bad] Luke groaned as he pulled himself up off the wet pavement into a hands and knees stance as he spluttered. He'd been through Heaven and Hell all in one night. That was it; he'd been kicked out of practically every bar in the ruddy city. What was he supposed to do now? He heaved his upper body up so that he was on his knees and he squinted through the rain as he looked up at the figure that was Gin. She was just a silohette but he could tell who it was. "What?" he demanded defensively as he shrugged his shoulders, "You want to watch me rolling around in the mud now?!" The other guy slowly rose to his feet. His eyes still burned with rage, which the rain would not put out. He stepped towards Luke aggressively; he was not done with him just yet. [there...I made mine crapper, just for you. ]
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 8, 2007 1:37:44 GMT -1
Rocky noticed the way Luke had stumbled after being wounded by this guy but still, it seemed as if he was unaffected. Instead, he looked less ashamed but at the same time, without esteem. "What?" He had snapped at her and she just stared like she was hurt, "You want to watch me rolling around in the mud now?!" All right, she had sort of deserved that if she thought she would act as if he was scum under his shoe then followed him out to help him and actually get away with it. “No, I’m trying to help you!” She yelled back. Her eyes had then diverted over towards the rogue American who was had proceeded to get up from the ground, the fire still set in his eyes when he had looked back to Luke. Rocky still had no incentive to help Luke, but it may have just been in her nature. She had turned back to the America, hands on his chest as well to push him back when trying to reason with him. “Listen to me, he’s my friend and just got out of a really bad divorce-“ There she continued again with her fibs, but this guy didn’t seem to bother with reasoning. Despite Rocky’s greatest efforts though, the man had tried to push passed her again and Rocky’s temper had continued to rise. She’s been holding back since she stepped into that bar, annoying and rage just continued before she was able to release it on the America. Her hand had grasped the male’s wrist, twisting his own arm behind him, halting him from stepping any further towards Luke. The brunette didn’t want to cause the man too much pain, but instead, disarm him for the time being. Holding his arm behind his back, she had looked down before bringing up her boot, and then releasing it back down on the side of his knee before letting him go and howl before returning back to Luke. She could admit, the attack Luke had displayed was more lethal but she had just wanted to rid her and the Brit of this burden and take off before he could stand again. Hand had gripped around the cloth on his shoulders before pulling Luke back to his feet, “C’mon.” She said and honestly didn’t know where she would bring him besides her car where she would give him a band-aid and probably question him about any body leaving with strippers lately but that was the extent of her thought so far.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 8, 2007 1:56:38 GMT -1
“No, I’m trying to help you!”That just took the cake. Shunned by her inside, here he was, outside with a battered face, and NOW she was showing sympathy. What did she want from him? Hadn't she tortured him enough? Despite knowing deep down the falseness of it, Luke blamed her for the state he was in. Not just the cuts and bruises, but the depression, the alcohol...women; the cause of all problems, and this Gin girl was exactly the type he should steer clear. But an inevitable trait of being male, he was obviously attracted to that very caution. He glanced over at the oncoming guy. Wouldn't he ever give up? "Bloody Hell, mate. What's wrong with you?!" he demanded amidst frustration, desperation and a little anxiety. They had been kicked out, battered and bruised into the pouring rain; their clothes sodden and bloody, and he STILL wanted a scuffle? If he did, Luke was more than prepared to give it to him. He rose to meet his aggressor, however before they could lock horns once more, Gin intervened. He blinked and glanced from person to person with a blank expression on his face. As Gin's intervention wore on, the American seemed less and less inclined to let her stand in the way. "You didn't see..you...you're making a big mistake..." he threatened, stepping closer to her, "...whore." he muttered viciously before attempting to push past her. That was when she reacted, immobilizing him in an instant. If Luke had blinked, he'd have missed the whole thing. He knew that strippers would need to be well versed on defensive combat, but this seemed much more efficiently run than that of a street brawl. She had training. Perhaps if he had been more sober, he could have identified it, but to him all he knew was that she'd be able to kick arse. Nevertheless, he gladly accepted her hand to help him back on his feet but once he was just above eye level with her, his knees felt weak and he almost fell on top of her. He was totally zonked; a tired, bloodied drunk.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 8, 2007 20:13:26 GMT -1
Luke’s weight falling on to Rocky was a surprise just like the wallop the liquor stench had hit her. Hand had held on to his ribcage right above his muscle curving into his waist. Groaning a bit at the weight put on her, Rocky spared a side-ways to her pick up truck. She figured it would be the best place to go; the bar wouldn’t let him back in and it was pouring down on them already. Sighing, Rocky had lifted Luke’s arm, trying to rest it on her shoulders before trying to escort him into the car. Opening the passenger side door, she tried to maneuver and help the Brit honestly -after observation of him- she didn’t think he’d stay awake. He was gulping down liquor like water, got into a fight and now could barely open his eyes. Questioning him wouldn’t be plausible in the current state. After helping him sit in the seat, she closed the passenger side door, jogging around to get to the drivers side. Her boots were sloshing over the wet ground, and the cuffs of her pants were already stained with mud. Entering the driver’s side again, she placed her hands on the steering wheel before looking back to Luke. One hand had gone up and knocked off the horrendous hat from her head, wet strands of dark locks had fallen forward before looking to Luke. “You have a house around her or anything? I’ll drop you off” She knew he wasn’t in the best state, and wouldn’t be capable of bringing himself home or perhaps even speaking clearly after what he had been through. But she would have to at least try to get him to safety and then continue on with her hunt.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 8, 2007 20:32:52 GMT -1
"Mnnn." he gurgled as he shook his head. Even moving his head side to side brought him pain as his headache managed to cleave his head in two. He groaned as he grapsed his head, putting pressure on it in a futile bid to dull the pain, only applying force to his head only made things worse. He didn't have anywhere to go. Well, he did, but there was no way he was taking her back there. She'd be jumped on, defiled as the less than civilised residents had their wicked way with her and left for dead. But more importantly to him, he'd be mugged and beaten to an inch of his life before they ransacked his place and left him with nothing in this crummy life. No, bringing pretty ladies back with him was out of the question. As he glanced out the window at the American, lying face up in the mud, he felt some respite and a faint smirk played on his lips as he watched the man rolling in the puddles encircling him, in agony over his injured leg. But it was as the smirk faded that he was overcome. Finally, his head drooped and he fell into the land of unconciousness. It had been a very interesting night for him.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 8, 2007 21:47:26 GMT -1
Rocky looked over at Luke, concerned when she heard the low moan before losing consciousness. Oh the night just kept getting better and better for the brunette. In disbelief that her luck was this bad, she faced front again before shaking her head. She didn’t have much money; credit card scams could only take you so far and even they were risky. After weighing the limited options she had which were only leave him in the car, leave him at the bar, or bring him to a motel, she had decided that the latter was the best decision. Regrettably, though, she’d either have to stay in the car or share a room with him for the knife. After pushing the key in the ignition and changing the gear, Rocky had cursed herself for wedging herself with this responsibility. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boots had trekked on through the various puddles again as Rocky’s hand gripped the key to the motel room. With her chin tucked in, looking down to block the rain from hitting her eyes, even though everything else on her was wet, she went back from the office towards the passenger side of her truck. Opening the door as the rain continued to pour down, she didn’t know if it was useless to try to wake up Luke. Despite Rocky’s training, it would be impossible for her to carry the dead weight of an adult male. He just had to groan, slump and help himself by allowing Rocky the ability to assist him. Touching his shoulder, Rocky shook him a bit, calling for him over the rain, “Luke?” She asked and then cupped his face to get him to look up, “Come on, Luke. Wake up.” She pleaded but with a drunk, passing out was nothing foreign.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 8, 2007 23:43:10 GMT -1
“Luke? Come on, Luke. Wake up.”Luke? Who the Hell was Luke? The was diembodied and muffled. Somewhere in the distance, a woman was calling out. Was it to him? Slowly, his eyes opened as the fluid covering his eyes blocked out any features of the world around him. He could feel hands around his face, but at the same time, he couldn't feel them. His first instinct to this touch was to pull away but the voice, as it reverberated around in his mind, kept him enticed. He slowly blinked repeatedly, every time he did so, the image in front of him coming into more clarity. Until that familiar face came back to him; Gin. Luke...right, him. "Urgh..." he groaned as he moved his hand up to the bridge of his nose, wiping outwards, freeing his eyes of Sleep, "Hey." he smiled, a curious amalgamation of genuine pleasure to see her and that of his flirting.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 9, 2007 15:48:59 GMT -1
A thankful sigh had slipped from the plump lips of the brunette again when and saying to herself, “Oh, thank God.” Looking back to him, she was holding on to his wrist to help pull him from the car though still needed his cooperation. “C’mon. I got you a room.” She said, and knew that he probably still wasn’t in the best condition to walk or think for that matter. Glancing towards the door with the designated number of 12, she tried to pull Luke towards her and out of the car door, aggravated enough with the rain pouring on to the leather she was wrapped around and clouding her vision just to help some guy she didn’t even know because it was the right thing to do. Was this her punishment for something that was frowned upon? Wasn’t her occupation torture enough? Pulling Luke up to his feet again, she had wrapped his arm around to hold on to her shoulders as she closed the passenger side door and snaked her arm around his waist to hold him. Slogging towards the motel door, stopping under the awning, she pulled the key ring from her pocket before going to unlock the door.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 9, 2007 17:50:53 GMT -1
Not feeling at all well, Luke propped himself up against the door frame, wishing Gin to hurry up. He stared out into the rain. Torential rain with the rumble of thunder not far off. Even watching the rain drip down was making him nauseous. He coughed distastefully before he felt something trying to claw it's way up his throat. He wretched again as his body went into a scrunched up contraction. Third time lucky, he hurled up all over the ground, splatting his and her shoes with congealed liquid, alcohol and bits of stomach lining. No food...he'd been having a liquid breakfast, liquid lunch, liquid dinner, liquid supper. He was amazed he'd lasted this long before his body reacted against the amount of liqour entering his system, however that wasn't the first thing on his mind. The first was the acidic taste at the back of his throat. He had done his best not to puke out of his nose as well. In the aftermath of that goryily disgusting charade, he fell to his knees and groaned, clutching his mouth with one hand and his head with the other.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 10, 2007 23:14:13 GMT -1
Turning the key Rocky felt a ray of sunshine when the key finally worked and honestly thought that her luck had dropped so low to the point where she was given the wrong key. However, when Luke’s head had fallen down, vomiting on both the floor and their shoes, she groaned. That was the rainy cloud over her little, small ray of sunshine. She had let out a heavy sigh and couldn’t help but letting the curse word “Shit.” Slip from her lips. She pushed opened the door before reaching down and trying to help Luke up again. Her ultimate goal was to allow Luke to pass out, wake up in the morning and hit the road so she could get back to work. He was her responsibility for now, and he wasn’t exactly going easy on her, but it was just a couple of more hours. When helping Luke back to his feet, she held on to his arm as she walked him towards the only door that she could assume was the bathroom. Allowing him to sit down on the edge of the bathtub there before going to the sink and quickly washing her hands, not even wanting to glance down at her boots. Having to handle all of this at once, she just shook her head when thinking. Rocky knew how to take care of a person with a hang over but the person was usually either herself or a friend. She barely knew this guy, yet was trapped with the task. Looking over at Luke, she had turned off the faucet before pushing back her wet hair and wrapping one arm around her waist. “So… you get to stay here for the night. Don’t fall back into the bathtub.” She stated and just thought that when he was ready, he’d take the bed and then she’d take a chair.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 11, 2007 1:02:13 GMT -1
Luke coughed into the bathtub. He had puked his guts up on the front steps so what was coming up now was just the residuals left over. He spat bitterly, trying to get as much of the stuff out of his mouth as possible. “So… you get to stay here for the night. Don’t fall back into the bathtub.”Luke muttered something inaudible and waved her off with one hand. Falling into the bathrub was his intention. He did not fancy being moved around anymore that night. Spluttering one last time, he heaved himself up and over the side of the tub, rolling into the bath and his own puke, where he lay motionless as unconsiousness took him once more for the final time that night. Another uneventful night. [have you never slept in a bathtub when gotten so lashed? ... Cos I'm not gonna answer that...]
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 11, 2007 18:50:07 GMT -1
Rocky watched the Brit turn and fall back into the ceramic tub she had directed forbidden to him and then finally passively glanced down at her boots. The site of puke covering her just repulsed her and caused her to look away again. Pushing off of the wall she had been leaning on, she walked out of the odor-infested restroom and closing the door behind her. Jogging back out of the hotel, though she was in no rush to get wet again, she had returned to the pick-up truck again to retrieve her duffle bag before going into the hotel room again, locking the door behind her. Carefully slipping out of the boots and black pants, replacing them with a pair of gray sweatpants and trading the leather vest for a white t-shirt. Her wet hair in disarray was tied back again before retreating to the bed in hopes that she would fall asleep. It would be difficult, seeing as how it was only a few hours until dawn again and she wanted to get this job over with. And to think, she actually assumed that it was going to be the succubus that was giving her trouble instead of bar hoppers.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 11, 2007 21:11:13 GMT -1
Six hours, twenty six minutes and seven seconds later. Luke's senses slowly came back to him as he regained consciousness. His eyes opened and blinked into focus as he stared sideways at the sick in the bath. His cheek was pressed up against the yellow sludge. It was lucky he'd been sleeping on his side because if he'd been sleeping upwards, he'd most certainly have choked on the foul substance. He brought one hand up to wipe the drool and sick from his mouth, his knuckles colliding with the wall of the bath in the confined space. That was when he finally noticed his surroundings. Where was he? A bathroom? More importantly, how did he find his way here? Slowly, he pulled himself up, much to the distaste of his head. At the sudden tilt of his head, his mind screamed out in retaliation. Grunting, he scrunched up his eyes and grasped his head. As he looked down, he realised his clothes were covered in vomit, his white shirt drenched in a yellowish tinge down his front. He tried getting to his feet, but he knew that wouldn't be possible yet, the best he managed was pulling himself over the bath and onto the floor beside it. Landing on his back, he breathed heavily and stared up to the ceiling for a moment before trying his luck. He needed to get up. He needed to know what he was doing here. He needed to know if he had done something he'd regret. Grasping the toilet, he heaved himself up onto it and then pushed himself up to his feet, before launching towards the door, which he pulled open clumsily.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 12, 2007 20:10:29 GMT -1
Auditory senses perked up when consciousness aroused yet Rocky didn’t know where she was. Slowly opening her eyes, showing off green orbs, Rocky then remembered the events prior to her slumber, resulting in her awakening. Groaning at the thoughts, she pushed herself up from the hotel bed before pulling back the covers and stomping over the hard floor to her duffle bag again. Shuffling through the various clothes and a few automatics, she plucked out some jeans, replacing the gray sweats with the tight denim. Her fingers pulled off the white t-shirt, exchanging it for another plain gray one that was better fit to her size. While changing her attire, however, her mind was on the man in the bathroom. Due to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to return to the bar now that it would be closed, she debated over what to do with him. After fixing in a few loose ends, like tying up her hair and loading herself with a 9mm, she walked to the closed bathroom door again. Knuckled crackled on the door twice when calling out “Luke?” but then found the door swinging open and the hang-over victim standing in the doorway, startling her. “Oh geez,” She started before catching the odor and flinching back, “you really need to get back in that tub.” She added, though that’s not what she had come to address Luke for.
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