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[log] When violence doesn't work, try violence! [closed]
Characters: Hijikata Toshirou and Tim Wright
Location O5 | bldg 92
Date: DAY 003 | Night
Summary: Hijikata discovers an intruder, immediately resorts to violence.
Warnings: None
[Hijikata had turned absolutely everything over in this house. Quite literally, in some cases, when turning a corner was accompanied with a faint whisper or creaking floorboard. Over the past two days, he'd managed to simply grind his teeth and startle without too much flailing.
But after waking up to a prick of pain in his arm and the resulting paralysis, Hijikata's adrenaline was overflowing to the point where sheer cool machismo could no longer quell what was, essentially, freaking the fuck out.
As soon as he could he bolted upright, nearly throwing his body off of the bed. The sound of a door shutting greeted him, and the man quickly ran from the room and tore into the living room. The air was still and stale, just as always, but a man's voice whipped through the house as if torn by high winds. Hijikata's fists balled and he turned-
Or he wanted to.
But there was definitely something behind him.
What the hell was he doing, shaking in fear and assuring himself in a tiny voice that at least pissing himself in fright would give him temporary warmth!? This was embarrassing, even if he was the only one around to experience it.He was the only one, right?
Hijikata whipped around, yelling with (an attempt at) courage and kicked the intruder. Take that, armchair! Certainly, it was a blow that would have defeated even the mightiest of foes, and the chair couldn't have hoped to remain upright.
He sighed.
Mission accomplished. Now to get the hell out of here-
Searching the day prior had turned up an impressive amount of jack shit, and he'd smoked his last cigarette. The man worried his lip before gathering his things and trekking out into the snow.
Only to return hours later, his tablet urging him back inside. Frozen fingers prodded uselessly at the screen as he nudged his way in the door, shutting it with a bit too much speed and force behind him. Hijikata's stomach rumbled, but before he could groan in dismay there came a thud.
And another. Another.
Footsteps.
A prickle shot down his spine before a rush of focus set in. That sort of focus a man gets when he's standing outnumbered on the battlefield or has to take a dump but the nearest public restroom is blocks away. Hijikata let his backpack and tablet down to the ground, crouching to muffle any noise they may make. Careful paces took him to the threshold of the room where the sounds continued. He heard them clearly, or was fairly certain that they repeated, so unlike any other bumps in the night.
Positioning himself to the side of the door, Hijikata tilted his head. Whatever this was, it wasn't a ghost. He could hit it. And he would, just as soon as the intruder thought to leave the room. They'd be met with an elbow to the gut and a hand shooting out to grab them violently.]
Location O5 | bldg 92
Date: DAY 003 | Night
Summary: Hijikata discovers an intruder, immediately resorts to violence.
Warnings: None
[Hijikata had turned absolutely everything over in this house. Quite literally, in some cases, when turning a corner was accompanied with a faint whisper or creaking floorboard. Over the past two days, he'd managed to simply grind his teeth and startle without too much flailing.
But after waking up to a prick of pain in his arm and the resulting paralysis, Hijikata's adrenaline was overflowing to the point where sheer cool machismo could no longer quell what was, essentially, freaking the fuck out.
As soon as he could he bolted upright, nearly throwing his body off of the bed. The sound of a door shutting greeted him, and the man quickly ran from the room and tore into the living room. The air was still and stale, just as always, but a man's voice whipped through the house as if torn by high winds. Hijikata's fists balled and he turned-
Or he wanted to.
But there was definitely something behind him.
What the hell was he doing, shaking in fear and assuring himself in a tiny voice that at least pissing himself in fright would give him temporary warmth!? This was embarrassing, even if he was the only one around to experience it.
Hijikata whipped around, yelling with (an attempt at) courage and kicked the intruder. Take that, armchair! Certainly, it was a blow that would have defeated even the mightiest of foes, and the chair couldn't have hoped to remain upright.
He sighed.
Mission accomplished. Now to get the hell out of here-
Searching the day prior had turned up an impressive amount of jack shit, and he'd smoked his last cigarette. The man worried his lip before gathering his things and trekking out into the snow.
Only to return hours later, his tablet urging him back inside. Frozen fingers prodded uselessly at the screen as he nudged his way in the door, shutting it with a bit too much speed and force behind him. Hijikata's stomach rumbled, but before he could groan in dismay there came a thud.
And another. Another.
Footsteps.
A prickle shot down his spine before a rush of focus set in. That sort of focus a man gets when he's standing outnumbered on the battlefield or has to take a dump but the nearest public restroom is blocks away. Hijikata let his backpack and tablet down to the ground, crouching to muffle any noise they may make. Careful paces took him to the threshold of the room where the sounds continued. He heard them clearly, or was fairly certain that they repeated, so unlike any other bumps in the night.
Positioning himself to the side of the door, Hijikata tilted his head. Whatever this was, it wasn't a ghost. He could hit it. And he would, just as soon as the intruder thought to leave the room. They'd be met with an elbow to the gut and a hand shooting out to grab them violently.]
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If interrogation was what it'd take, so be it.]
What are you doing he- [He'd began to yell, but a swift knee to the crotch cut Hijikata's incredibly terrifying expert 'bad cop' level questioning short.
The man doubled over, grip not relenting on Tim's shirt, but any pressure put on the man to keep him against the wall was now gone.]
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[ Now that he has more room, he aims another desperate kick in Hijikata's direction while pulling up his own sleeve to reveal the site of his own injection. It's pretty bruised and livid - thankfully easy to notice. ]
Look at my arm, you stupid piece of-- look at my arm!
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If anything, Tim's kick snapped Hijikata back to attention. His head jerked up, and although his posture didn't completely straighten, he'd recovered enough to glare at the arm being shoved in his face.
He raised an eyebrow.] Eh? What? [It looked an awful lot like this guy had received an equally shady injection, but-
That would be an easy thing to fake.] What happened? [Fine, have a chance to explain yourself. Their brief scuffle had been enough to assure Hijikata that if he needed to, he could subdue the intruder again. Unless of course the guy broke man-code for a second time. Asshole.]
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[ He backs off a few steps, wanting to put a little distance between them. For obvious reasons. Jesus christ. ]
I don't know how I got here, I don't know why, and this morning I got woken up by the gift of mystery paralysis needles. And then when I think things can't get any worse -
[ He motions towards Hijikata, adding a touch of jazz hands for effect. INCREDIBLE. ]
- I get jumped by some asshole! Thanks for that. You made my day.
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All of it did.
Except that sarcastic bit at the end. That made Hijikata want to hit him again, and no villain would risk that sort of repercussion. So while the man didn't trust this intruder to any extent, his blood calmed down from boiling and he backed away as well.
He leaned against the wall, as if he wasn't the asshole who just jumped some poor lost probably ill guy. Hijikata scowled, taking in the actual substance of what Tim was saying, rather than just squinting at it suspiciously.] So you're saying we're in this together.
Have you run into anyone else? [Did they beat you up too? Is that why you're so bitter? What would you do if someone broke into your house, huh!? It didn't make him an asshole, just well prepared!]