nomans_land | Somewhere between July and December

Somewhere between July and December

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[ It wasn't the fastest car he'd ever driven, but it made better time than the old man's shitty station wagon had, and it was definitely faster than walking across the desert. None of the maps he'd found tucked under the seat had Hopeland on them, which was worrisome as all hell, but on one of the maps there was an orphanage marked, just off of a city called December.

The ghost he'd talked to on that mountaintop had told him he'd die in December, but that ghost had also ruined his last cigarette, so fuck that guy. If he died, he died, but first, he was going to make sure Miss Melanie and the kids were okay.

The sedan hums its way across the desert, kicking up a dust cloud that can be seen for miles. ]

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[ With a shudder and a hard jolt, the car comes screeching to a halt, the dash going dead as the engine seizes up. Wolfwood swears, punches the dash, then swears again when the solid dash nearly breaks his hand for his trouble. He'd managed to get the car hotwired, but apparently cars in this messed up version of Noman's were more different from the ones he knew than he'd realized. Is it out of oil? Out of charge? Not like he can do anything about it, whatever the problem.

Please ignore the man in black, standing next to a very dead car in the middle of absolute nowhere and screaming at the sky. It's therapeutic profanity, and it really is helping. ]

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[ Sunburned and exhausted, Wolfwood crests the hill and finally, there before him, sees the building that his map identifies as the December Orphanage. Even from a distance it's clear that the chaos that's affected the rest of the planet hit here, too -- there's clear bullet holes in at least one side of the building, walls that have collapsed, and the whole place seems as deserted as everywhere else he's been.

But he's here now, so he might as well have a look around.

He really wishes he still had his Punisher, though. ]

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[Livio actually may never have been taught how to dodge? Does that come within Chapel's notes? Let's compare them or something: your horrific teacher and how to dodge.]

I've seen something but it...probably wouldn't work on this kind of lock-- what if-- give me your jacket, and I'll break the lock manually? We wrap it around it to muffle the sound?

[ In any universe Livio got the worst of it, and it's not even close.

With a quiet laugh, he shrugs out of his jacket, handing it over. ]

You read my mind, buddy!

[ Assuming it's not alarmed, it's just a regular locking door knob -- remove the knob, and the door's not locked anymore! ]

...Hey, wait a sec, why can't you use your cloak?

[there's a pause, a guilty one-]

I didn't want to get it all messed up, if something goes wrong.

[at least he admits it?? and he's already wrapping Wolfwood's bulky jacket around the doorknob]

[ Oh you asshole! ]

Anything that happens to that jacket happens to your shit too, you jerk!

[ He can barely keep from laughing. What a dick move! ]

Ay-ay captain, or whatever.

[still sheepish, and he doesn't bother to snap a little salute-- just kicks at the doorknob until it actually does shatter a hole in the door--

but at least it isn't too loud??? and so far...it's silent, too. no alarms. unless they're silent alarms throughout the place]

[ It's quieter than blowing up the door would have been, but not by much! But it wasn't too loud, apparently. No audible alarms start screaming, no lights start flashing -- at least, that he can see -- and there's no footsteps, no shouting coming down any of the unseen hallways.

Wolfwood retrieves his jacket -- not torn, but differently dirty now, thanks to having Livio's boot all over it, dickwad -- and shrugs into it before ducking through the open doorway and into the dark space beyond.

It's a cargo bay, which is to be expected on the other side of a loading dock. There's a big empty space at first, although here and there are signs of past rapid activity -- there's garbage here, scattered about. Pallets of who knows what, cleaning supplies and foodstuffs and all the other things that a big facility needs to order to keep running, those are stacked more or less neatly at the edge of the open space, but some of them -- mostly the food pallets -- have been torn open and scavenged. Past the open space, further into the dark where it's hard to see, there's what look like shelves, big tall things that go all the way up to the ceiling. It's the warehouse for the facility, loaded with supplies.

He can't see the back of the room from here -- it's too dark, but there's got to be a door somewhere, right? ]

Congrats, bud. You just won a lifetime supply of toilet paper.

[he's surprised there isn't more chaos, like someone's left in a hurry, in a crisis. things aren't tidy so much as just efficient.

there has to be a door, there has to be more than this. maybe it isn't a lab but there has to be something.

Livio scoffs]

Whoopie-- luck's finally coming my way.

[ It's very efficient. Looks like whatever evacuation happened here, it didn't happen in an emergency. They took what they needed, and left... which doesn't say good things about who might still be here for them to kill.

Still. There's supplies here, whole shelves of paper products and office things and food, tinned and dried and powdered. ]

Keep it coming! We need all the luck we can get.

[ Once the place is clear they should get the car and come back from some of this stuff. Leave a nice surprise for Ms Melanie and the kids for whenever they make it back to the orphanage. ]

You see a lightswitch anyway? I can't see a damn thing back here.

[at least they....this must mean they weren't in physical danger? so that has to mean something right!

he manages to laugh, a tiny one]

I don't...you mean they didn't make you to see in the dark?

[he can't either but you know]

[ Nobody's shooting at them, so yeah, that's certainly nice. Let's keep it that way, at least for a bit! ]

Fuck you no! [ He laughs back, whistling past the graveyard. If you can't laugh at the shared tortures you and your bestie survived, then the torturers win, or something like that, right? ] They gave me a big brain and a big dick, they didn't have time to mess with my eyes.

[ He can see better in the dark than most people, but it's pitch black at the back of the warehouse -- the only light is what's coming from that open door, and it's still night outside. But Wolfwood'll make his way through the shelves and stacks to the very back wall, and report back once he gets there. Fingers crossed nobody starts shooting in the meantime. ]

[if you can't burn it to the ground and laugh like mad-men then no, you lose it all.

Wolfwood's response has him snorting rudely--]

They clearly lied to you and gave you fragile bones instead, bonehead.

[he can't see completely within this darkness, but he can make out shapes, eyes adjusting to the light better than someone normal would. and he's picking his way more easily through the area, not bumping into anything]

[ He's pretty sure what he's seeing is the back wall, but it's hard to tell. ]

Blame that big stupid worm! That thing voided my warranty.

[ He doesn't have his lighter anymore, but he's got some matches, swiped from the orphanage kitchen drawer -- thanks, Ms Melanie, again. He strikes one, and in the sudden flare of light, he can see the back wall clearly.

There's a really big cage against the back wall of the warehouse. It's thankfully empty, but the dried blood on the floor -- and the bucket in the far corner -- say that there was somebody in here within the last, oh, six months or so. There's a lot of dried blood, actually. More than one person died in here.

There's a set of double doors in the wall not far from the cage, an elevator, and a third door that leads to a stairwell. Wolfwood isn't checking those doors yet, though. he's still stuck at the cage, and the story that mess is telling. ]

Shit.

[the moment he sees the blood he freezes, a chill going down his spine-- it takes everything he has in him to keep moving, to break out of his full body freeze.

that's a lot of blood. people were tortured here, they died here, they were unmade here. Livio is silent for a moment, then he gently snags the sleeve of Wolfwood's jacket.]

Come on. We can't do anything standing here.

[ Not just people. This place processed new arrivals from the orphanage, right?

He yanks his sleeve roughly out of Livio's grip, but the point is made. They can't do anything for the dead, other than add to their numbers.

Fuck it.

He can't kick the double doors open with his broken leg (well, he can, but he doesn't want to), so instead Wolfwood drops the match, raises Punisher, and slams the butt of the long arm into the doors. They fly open with a crash, revealing a branching hallway that heads off in three directions. At least here there's windows at the ends of two of the corridors, where a little moonlight filters in. ]

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[ There's no response. The place really might be deserted! ]

[it's utterly still-- and no, in case you were wondering, Wolfwood's angry response was not a surprise. he'd expected it, maybe Livio had counted down the seconds.

he lifts one of his Doublefangs, scoots into the hall, and swivels--]

Hmmm...I feel a little dumb.

[ What's it's not a shock that the hothead did something violent and rash?

Still, looks like all that sneaking was for nothing. There's nobody here! ]

Dumb nothing, I'm fuckin' disappointed. Where is everyone?!

[ Doesn't this place have emergency lights? Surely there's a switch somewhere for that kind of thing, right? C'mon, buddy, let's head down one of those corridors with a window so at least they can see where they're going. ]

How the fuck am I supposed to shoot these assholes if they aren't here!

You're disappointed you won't get shot in the ass? What'd they teach you.

[he adds dryly. granted, he wanted to cut loose too, but as far as expectations go, this isn't the worst.]

Might still be something here. We'll keep going.

[ They'll keep going. This hallway's got a couple doors on the way to the end with the window, and then once the round that bend, the whole wall is windows. It's still night out, but with the moonlight from outside it'll be a lot brighter in that part of the building. ]

They taught me how to get shot a lot, what'd you think?

[ He's laughing still, without bothering to keep his voice down anymore. If anyone's here and they want to come confront the intruders, they're welcome to it... and if anyone hears them coming and tries to scurry away, well, he's listening hard for them, too.

He flings open the first door they pass without preamble, and peers into the darkness. It's a smallish room, with a big table and a bunch of chairs. A meeting room of some kind, maybe? ]

Nothing.

[ Damn. ]

[Livio chuckles just a tad-- they taught him the same thing. how to get shot at, how to get cut, how to hurt. that's been their greatest lesson.

Livio's tense all the way down the hall, through the darkness, through the slivers of moonlight, and when there's nothing?]

.....Jeez.

[ Just that meeting room, and then offices, and a washroom, and more offices. It's a whole office building, and there's nobody here! There's the other hallway, the one that went right where they went left, and they should probably check it out just to be thorough... but if there's nothing on this side, what're the odds there's anything on the other side? ]

You know, when I heard processing facility, I was thinking more torture and less paperwork.

[ Even if there was anybody here, they'd just be clerks and secretaries, wouldn't they? Maybe they'd get lucky and find a security guard, have a half a second fight instead of no fight at all. ]

Dammit!

Edited 2023-09-18 05:04 (UTC)

Isn't torture paperwork? That's what I'd always heard. Never done any before myself.

[he's disappointed about the lack of fighting but also kind of relieved he hasn't seen anyone already dead, either.

but who does torture and paperwork within earshot of the water cooler? The eye, apparently]

[ One of these doors has to be a stairwell, right? Maybe the next floor up isn't just offices? ]

Would I rather get electrocuted for an hour or write reports for an hour. [ Honestly, it's a hard choice! ] You know, I might take gettin' zapped. At least it'd be less boring, right?

Not just electrocuted-- have those things plugged to your balls. I think I'd rather have that done.

[that'd be
not boring either, sure]

If you say so.

On my fuckin' nuts?

[ C'mon, here's a stairwell. It's got windows all up the side so at least it's not pitch black -- let's see what's on level two of this stupid place. ]

See, I was just thinkin' regular zaps, like those tomas prod things. You ever get hit with one of those shock sticks? I had an instructor who loved 'em.

I did, in the balls.

[at least he can say this breezily like commenting on the weather oh look, there's a storm a'coming--oh no, my juevos]

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