run on for a long time :: finch jb
Sept 28, 2021 21:41:58 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Sept 28, 2021 21:41:58 GMT -5
He's cutting his teeth on a frown that could kill by the time they drag him into the Justice Building and throw his ass on the couch, a stray piece of wood from the faltering frame splintering into his skin cutting into his thumb. It's something sinister to awake like that, with a groan and the sound of the door slamming and your head pounding from both ends in its wake, a finger or two pressed to his scalp and pulling back blood that had yet to solidify into his hair from the gash.
He's in the middle of shifting his position for the umpteenth time when a Peacekeeper swings open the door, knuckles wrapped tight around a loaded gun and a bag of grasped loosely in the other. He tosses it hard and laughs gently when it smacks Whiskey square in the chest with a grunt and a thud, snake eyes locked on the swirling shadow of a Peacekeeper's visor as he picks it up from the couch cushion. "Ya really fucked yourself up there, Shitskey." And Wiz sighs at the familiar voice of Rex, resident golden child and Peacekeeper extraordinaire, "Take the gun and shove it up your ass." He mutters, falling back against the cushions as the door slams.
And then it's just him and time, or as his Father would call it between slurred sentences: the executioner that never misses.
The clock on the wall screams with anticipation as it counts down his own life, tick tock tick tock tick tock boom, it's as soon as Whiskey closes his eyes to sleep that he hears the door creak open and footsteps shuffle in. "I already told you what to do with the gun, Rex-" He starts, but the words fall into the void as soon as he pulls his head from a resting position and locks eyes with Glass. "Oh."
He feels his heart sink, anchor to ocean floor and it's like a fist to the gut and a knife to the heart. "Just when I thought the silence couldn't get any worse." He says to mask it all, but he can't help the solemn sound of a reaper's scythe that laces itself into the words.
He shifts forwards, pulling the ice pack from the right side of his head to his left and pulls his eyes away from his sister, tracing the wooden veins of the coffee table in front of him over and over and over and-
"Guess I'll be meeting one-eye Boone sooner rather than later, huh Finch?"
He's in the middle of shifting his position for the umpteenth time when a Peacekeeper swings open the door, knuckles wrapped tight around a loaded gun and a bag of grasped loosely in the other. He tosses it hard and laughs gently when it smacks Whiskey square in the chest with a grunt and a thud, snake eyes locked on the swirling shadow of a Peacekeeper's visor as he picks it up from the couch cushion. "Ya really fucked yourself up there, Shitskey." And Wiz sighs at the familiar voice of Rex, resident golden child and Peacekeeper extraordinaire, "Take the gun and shove it up your ass." He mutters, falling back against the cushions as the door slams.
And then it's just him and time, or as his Father would call it between slurred sentences: the executioner that never misses.
The clock on the wall screams with anticipation as it counts down his own life, tick tock tick tock tick tock boom, it's as soon as Whiskey closes his eyes to sleep that he hears the door creak open and footsteps shuffle in. "I already told you what to do with the gun, Rex-" He starts, but the words fall into the void as soon as he pulls his head from a resting position and locks eyes with Glass. "Oh."
He feels his heart sink, anchor to ocean floor and it's like a fist to the gut and a knife to the heart. "Just when I thought the silence couldn't get any worse." He says to mask it all, but he can't help the solemn sound of a reaper's scythe that laces itself into the words.
He shifts forwards, pulling the ice pack from the right side of his head to his left and pulls his eyes away from his sister, tracing the wooden veins of the coffee table in front of him over and over and over and-
"Guess I'll be meeting one-eye Boone sooner rather than later, huh Finch?"