nomans_land | Somewhere between July and December

Somewhere between July and December

1.
[ 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. ]

2.
[ 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. ]

3.
[ 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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You're tellin' me I survive a fight with Chapel?

[ Those wide eyes are concerning. Does he just not want to talk about this? Tough shit, if so. ]

I don't believe you, pal. I fought that tough sonuvabitch, there's holes in the roof here, and Punisher freshly stuck over a grave.

[ Come on. What else could have happened? ]

It doesn't fucking matter-- it didn't happen to you, it probably won't. It doesn't matter.

[through gritted teeth and those wide, wide eyes]

[ Huh. This Razlo guy really doesn't want to talk about it.

Sorry Razlo, but Wolfwood's not a nice guy. ]

All right. [ He shrugs, then turns to use both hands to lever his busted leg over the edge of the bed. Looks like that hour or so of sleep is all he's getting tonight. ] I'll just have the other guy tell me.

[he just gives Wolfwood a look

and shoves him back over]

The hell do you think you're doing.

[ Wha--? No, asshole, he's getting out of bed, don't stop him again. ]

The hell do you think you're doing?

[ If he's not going to sleep and the rain's stopped, then he's going to go dig out the car before all that mud dries and gets hard. He might not know the first thing about rain, but he knows what happens when wet sand gets dry. ]

Every single person I've met in the last... however the fuck many months I've been here, they've all given me grief about this place. About that asshole.

[ Here he nods at Punisher, then shoves off the bed. He's getting up. Move. ]

I'm really goddamn sick of it.

[nahhhh he's going to flop over, because Razlo's going to shove him over again]

I don't give two squirts of piss about any of that. You're your own pain in the ass, I know that much. And I know you're going to sit your ass here, or I'll strangle you myself.

[ Try shoving him, and he'll grab that arm and try to get Razlo into a choke hold. Who's strangling who, dipshit? ]

You and what army, Tiny?

[Tiny??? he gives Wolfwood a toothy grin

and leans his entire arm across the other man's throat]

[ So they're choking out each other! All right, fine! They're gonna see who can go longest without air, huh?

Because he's not staying put. Nobody gets to tell him to stay put. Nobody gets to tell him to do anything anymore, got it? He's not gonna... He's...

Whew this asshole is strong. He's not going to be first to yield though! No matter how red his face gets, no matter how much the room starts to sway, Wolfwood's not letting go. If anything, he's holding on tighter.

Yield, you bastard! ]

[Razlo would literally rather die than give in, and he keeps smirking even as the oxygen is slowly pushed out of his lungs, but he can do this all day

he pushes the entirety of his big ol body over Wolfwood]

[ Fuck! Okay, okay, he can absolutely throw his guy if he can just get some leverage, if he can just...

Wolfwood's scrambling for a foothold, but with that busted leg, he can't get the strength he needs to push Razlo off. Not that he's not trying! His leg is screaming agony but he ignores it, shoving his heels into the floor and shoving at Razlo's stupidly large bulk with all his might. Off, asshole!

The room is getting dark at the edges. That's not a good sign. ]

[he is sent up, just a little, like a little jump, but then he twists and ends up sitting on Wolfwood's stomach so

so not a good sign either

and Livio isn't going to be thrilled]

[ No, Livio will probably not be happy that Razlo sat on Wolfwood until he was unconscious. But that's what's happened!

Congrats, Razlo! You're now the proud owner of one (1) passed out Wolfwood. ]

[he hops off of ~~pop~~ Nick, sighs to himself.

again, he is thrilled either. that was certainly no challenge, and he stumbles just a bit.

Livio would tuck Nick in, and this time...Razlo apparently has to. Rolling his eyes, he tosses the blanket back over him, then resolves to sit fitfully on his own little tiny bed and wait]

[ Just for the record, suffocation headaches suck. Even before he opens his eyes, Wolfwood's head feels like it's going to pop, and his thoughts come back with an annoyingly groggy slowness.

His mood does not improve when he looks over and remembers that that guy there's not Livio. ]

Ow.

[ He's sitting up -- slowly, granted, but he'll be fine. He's not going anywhere, he just needs to get his blood back where it belongs, because right now it's going to make his head explode. His face is very red. Let him sit up. ]

Don't do that again.

[once again he isn't exactly thrilled. staring Wolfwood down from the bed beside him proves that. his blank face]

Then don't be a pain in the ass, ready to go throw your life away so fast.

[Livio would agree]

Don't assume dumb shit either when you don't know anything.

[ Yeah, no shit he doesn't know anything. Nobody will tell him anything useful. It's a running gag at this point, really. ]

Throw my life away, huh? [ He snorts at that. ] You weren't gonna kill me, who're you trying to kid?

[ It's still Livio in there, somewhere, and no Livio ever would smother him just for trying to walk on a busted leg. ]

D'you know how to drive?

Maybe not. [he can't kid anyone, especially not Wolfwood. Not even one who isn't his.]

I do know how to drive, yeah. [a little wary, mostly curious though]

Good.

[ Okay, now he's getting up . Don't fucking sit on him again, okay? Maybe give him a hand instead? He can use Punisher as a crutch, maybe, if he can get there. ]

Look, you want me resting or whatever, and I don't want to stay here and wait for that worm to come back. So here's a compromise, okay? Help me dig the car out of whatever mud heap it's buried in out there, then I rest while you drive us the hell away from here.

[does he know that Razlo doesn't know what that means...he must not know.

but for all of that disregard of human...humanity, he grumps]

Fine, whatever.

[he knows he's going to just make him sit there right]

[ He knows he's gonna have a big fucking gun in his hand by the time they're out at the car, right? With a sharp poking end? He's gonna help dig it out of the mud -- let him help. ]

Glad you're finally seein' reason. [ He He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and not wincing in the slightest when the foot of his busted leg hits the floor. ] Once the car's free I've got one stop I need to make, in July, then me an' Livio are gonna go hunt down the Eye of Michael. Kill as many of those bastards as we can. I guess this means you're comin' with us.

[he probably knows, but, he's a problem. he's a problem on purpose!!]

If only you knew...

[he's the problem, it's him. but he rises to his feet and hums]

No shit I'm going. Can't not.

Are you good with that?

[ He's made it to his feet, and the splint Livio put on is holding just fine. He should be able to get down the stairs just fine, so long as he's careful about how he steps.

He takes a step, and blanches. Fuck, okay, no, maybe it's not fine, but he'll manage. Ow. ]

Because if you're not, you need to say so right now.

[he blinks at Wolfwood-- a bit startled to even be asked. Most don't. Of course, Livio does, this isn't some sort of prisoner deal.]

We'll get to kill these fuckers, right? The scientists, anyone left?

[ Making somebody go on a murder spree against their will isn't something he's interested in doing. They've both been on the other end of that too many times as it is, right? ]

Every last one of 'em.

Somewhere between July and December

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