Split
Posted: 03 Dec 2017, 03:58
Rhett Keyes
Hudson had been roaming the sewers when suddenly the surrounding area around him manifested into something completely different, taking him aback. "What the ****?" He asked, looking around quickly, wondering how the hell he got from the sewers to-wherever this place was. And then his eyes fell on 'Jesse.' "What the ****?" He asked again, this time with a little more robust behind his words.
Jesse Fforde
The conversation with Hudson and Renard had gone well, but it left Jesse unsettled. It felt like the two men wanted to consider Jesse a sire, but he wasn't. Not to Beckett. Jesse was doing what he'd have done for any of his own, and he'd stepped up for Beckett and Renard only because it appeared Rhett wasn't willing. Which wasn't like Rhett -- the way he'd spoken about Dhara, once, and not because she'd been his wife, was proof that he cared for his childer. He helped them, wanted them to be safe. Jesse wasn't even sure Rhett would have introduced Beckett to Fforde; he wouldn't have needed to. He would have had it under control. And this... would not fly. Jesse missed Rhett. If there was anyone he could have spoken to about his current issues, once upon a time, it would have been Rhett. So, he went somewhere secluded. Somewhere Hudson wouldn't know how to get out of -- the Greenhouse in Cerberus, its plants still strewn all over the place, thrown and ripped from pots in a fit of rage. Jesse had positioned himself in front of the door that wasn't a door. There was no way out. Over the day, the tongue had grown back and Jesse suspected it had something to do with his 'conversation' with Clover. This would, at least, make this a little easier. "We need to talk," he said.
Rhett Keyes
The place wasn't at all familiar to Hudson. When he heard what Jesse had to say, he crossed his arms at his chest and nodded. "Okay. Talk then." He had an idea what it might be about, but really, he didn't feel as if it were any of Jesse's business. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his legs at his ankles and took a casual stance, waiting to hear what he said.
Jesse Fforde
"Who are you and why are you here?" he asked. That was the crux of it, really. If he could get to the bottom of Hudson, then maybe he'd be able to lure Rhett out. What Hudson had done didn't matter; there'd be no reprimand because Hudson didn't belong. Hudson was an interloper; he was possessing Rhett's body like it was a game park ride and Jesse's intention was to ban him from it. Maybe it would take more than a single night. But he had to at least try.
Rhett Keyes
Hudson snorted, kicked off the wall and then balked at Jesse. "The same person I was yesterday, the day before and the day before that. Why I'm here? Ask..Rhett is it?" He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need to explain himself to some stranger, or his motives.
Jesse Fforde
"Okay. I'd love to ask Rhett. Rhett..." Jesse said, taking a step closer to the guy. It was Rhett. It was Rhett's face, Rhett's eyes, Rhett's voice. But he wasn't acting like Rhett. Now, he would no longer talk to Hudson. He would only talk to Rhett. "Rhett, who the **** is Hudson and why is he here?"
Rhett Keyes
Hudson stared back at Jesse, who seemed hell bent on talking to Rhett who he wasn't. "I'm sorry, Rhett's not here right now. Leave a message and maybe I'll pass it on. Maybe." He sneered and then started to move around Jesse. "Which way is out?" What the **** was this place?
Jesse Fforde
'Out' was a door built into the wall, secret and hidden. Jesse knew where the lever was to open it. If Hudson tried hard enough he'd probably find it, too. Somewhere in here were the snakes Clover had given Jesse -- the green one, and the black one. Both harmless, really. But they'd be watching. Jesse stepped in front of Hudson, shoved at his shoulders, pushed him back. "Rhett," he repeated the name. "What if Dhara was in danger? Would you come out, then? Come on, buddy. You're stronger than this..."
Rhett Keyes
Hudson didn't even register the name Dhara. He had never met her, had never heard of her, so the name failed to really trigger anything from Hudson other than a continual sneer in Jesse's direction. "He can't come out." It was as simple as that to Hudson-when he was in control he was in control. There was some form of 'trigger' from what he had researched to bring Hudson out, or Rhett out, but Hudson wasn't aware of what either was triggered by. "What if he's not?" Hudson was hell bent on trying to find a way to figure out what Rhett's trigger was, and making sure that trigger never happened. "The guy doesn't even drink blood from humans. The thing we need to survive." Hudson snorted, then began to look around for the door. There didn't seem to be one. What the ****?
Jesse Fforde
Jesse growled. There was nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a twitch. Hudson didn't even look like he was struggling, or fighting anything off. "I know you don't, Rhett. You don't like drinking blood from humans, but that doesn't matter. So what? It's better, in this climate, to hate the blood of humans. It makes you a good guy. We needs good guys to balance us out. Is that your problem? You're struggling with being a vampire? Come on out and we can talk about it..."
Rhett Keyes
A growl. Well, that was interesting. this Jesse guy was getting frustrated. It made Hudson smirk a little. "I don't know what Rhett's problem is, and I'd probably stop caring at this point." Hudson shrugged and then moved to where a solid border was at to feel for a wall, and then hopefully a door. "Maybe his problem is he's related to a bunch of tossers. Like you." Hudson suggested, still searching for that way out.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse smirked, too. Now Hudson had degraded to insults. He wondered what would happen if someone Rhett cared about were in clear danger; if Rhett were witness to it. If this didn't work, a plan started to formulate. "Oh I'm almost certain you think I'm a tosser sometimes, Rhett, but I'm a tosser who gives a **** about your existence. You're going to come back and realise you've allowed some ******* show pony slaughter people, turn others without a care in the world for their progress or development. Marisol's going to move on, you know that? She's a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have her. All she's going to see in your face is Hudson, soon, and she's going to be turned off forever. You're going to lose everyone, Rhett. Do you want to lose everyone?"
Rhett Keyes
Hudson stopped moving for a second, as if he was hesitant about something. Maybe he was, or maybe he was just thinking. "What makes you think Rhett is coming back?" Hudson asked as he turned to look at Jesse. He then shrugged. "It's possible." He laid out a threat that he couldn't quite deliver on-not that Jesse or anyone knew that.
Jesse Fforde
"I know you, Rhett. I know you're going to come back. I know you have to be in there, fighting to get back out again. What happened to you?" Jesse asked. He'd seen the hesitation. It didn't mean anything. But it could mean everything. "You know, I've seen Marisol out with Ysmir," Jesse lied. "The guy can seem like a dick on the forum but he's actually really caring. When Hudson's around, Marisol is lost. She needs someone's shoulder to cry on. If it's not Ysmir, it'll be someone else. Someone will be there to catch her. But you'll come back before that happens, yeah? This is just a glitch," he said. He grabbed at Rhett's shoulder to try haul him back into the room, to shove him into the center of it, away from the 'door'. He wasn't done yet.
Rhett Keyes
Jesse was a lot of things in Hudson's mind. Right now, he was annoying. "I'm not sure what you're doing, but Rhett can't hear you. ONly I can. and I'd appreciate you shutting the **** up." Hudson was pushed back by Jesse, which had him looking around in another area for the door. "Ysmir?" Hudson snorted. "Really?" Hudson then shrugged his shoulders. "Won't last." Was his final thoughts on that, before he tilted his head to the right and then let a bone in it 'pop.' "So, out?" He asked, pointing to the left, thinking Jesse might let it slip one way or another which way was out of here and this conversation.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse paced. He didn't look at the door, didn't indicate where it might be. Whenever 'Hudson' spoke and it had nothing to do with the current situation, he ignored it. Nothing was getting through. "I remember when we were younger," he said to Rhett, still speaking to the man inside he knew -- hoped -- was listening. "I was a lost cause, one of those youths you're so dead set on helping. I admire what you're doing with RetroKade. Did I ever tell you that? I admire it because one of those youths could be another me. You care as much now as you did then, and my life would have amounted to nothing without it. We used to sit and watch the sunset, most of the time in silence. You taught me that my art could amount to something more, that I had talent. You didn't give up on me then, Rhett. And I'm not going to give up on you now."
Rhett Keyes
Why the **** was Jesse still talking? Hudson started pacing like a caged tiger, before he snapped at Jesse. "**** off!" He then moved forward and gave Jesse a shove to the center of his chest to push him away from him and to hopefully knock the guy on his ***. And to again, shut him up. "In case you forgot, those kids put a bullet in Rhett's skull." Hudson snarled at Jesse, before pacing again. "They wanted to kill the guy you admire so damn much."
Jesse Fforde
And what was Hudson? Rhett's protector? A fugue state so that Rhett could heal? No, that couldn't be it. Jesse had spoken to Marisol -- he knew she had spoken to Rhett since that night, though Jesse hadn't. Rhett came out for Marisol. Was Marisol the key? "You'd give up on all of them because of the actions of one? Of a couple? Come on, Rhett. You're better than that," he said. He'd been shoved, and he did stumble back -- he might have been stronger than Rhett, but Rhett still had his own strength. Strength that Hudson now wielded. Jesse came back at Hudson. He closed the distance between them and grabbed the cloth of his shirt, getting right up in his face. He shook Rhett, wanted to slam him up against a wall. He wanted to knock some sense into him. "Come out, Rhett. Come the **** out already!" he shouted. Jesse was sick of this ********. He wanted his friend back.
Rhett Keyes
A lot had happened that night that had and hadn't been identified on a few fronts. Some that may never be identified-still, the chain of events had brought Hudson back out of a dorment state and now that he was 'back,' he wasn't ready to be shoved back to where he'd been living...the night Rhett had been 'born' in a sense. "One? A couple?" Hudson asked after being shaken by Jesse. "Don't kid yourself, or try and kid me." Hudson chuckled and shook his head. "You say people need people like Rhett in the world? I say ********. People need people like me. Like you. You're not fooling anyone with the good guy act. We're vampires, and the sooner everyone figures that tidbit out, the sooner we can all accept that your friend Rhett isn't coming back. So next time he does come out, you go ahead and say your goodbyes, because as soon as I-" He stopped talking as soon as he got in Jesse's face. "Rhett's not coming back." A lie, Hudson knew it was a matter of time before he'd be back, but Jesse and the rest of them didn't know that.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse shook his head. "You're wrong," he said. He let go of Hudson. He stepped back. It would look like he'd given up, but he hadn't. For now, maybe, but he had plans. "I need people like Rhett. Because you, whoever the **** you are, are not needed by anyone. How could you be? You're a pathetic, useless, immature ****," Jesse said, spitting at Hudson's feet. "No one will ever need you. No one will ever want you. Do us all a favour and **** off."
Rhett Keyes
"Hudson." He said his name again, before he decided he was done with Jesse, or at least listening to Jesse. Hudson threw his right arm back, then tossed it in Jesse's direction intending to hit him right in his big, opinionated, worthless mouth.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse should have seen it coming. Maybe he had. Maybe he allowed it to happen. He stood there, he took it, so that he might have an excuse to return the favour. Knuckles collided with flesh and Jesse bit down on his own tongue. He could taste blood. The shadows squirmed at Jesse's feet, but he wouldn't let them loose. No, this was a fight without weapons. Jesse could honour that. Jesse swiftly recovered, his own fingers curling into a fist that was delivered as a swift uppercut.
Rhett Keyes
When the punch connected, Hudson had to admit that it felt pretty ******* good. Finally, silence from the guy. The smug feeling he felt didn't last long before Hudson was reeling backwards from a punch that knew was coming since he dished one out first. He took a few steps back, then charged at Jesse, much like a linebacker would, attempting to tackle the guy to the ground so he could really have at his face.
Jesse Fforde
The tackle connected and Jesse considered letting go. He considered going down and letting Hudson do what they **** he wanted. Reduce Jesse's face to a pulp if he wanted. He considered, and then decided. It was a long shot. A super long shot. But if Rhett was in there, if he was watching, would he care enough to let it? Or did he, too, think Jesse deserved a beating? And so he went down. He landed heavily on his back; his fists clenched, but he didn't fight back. Not yet.
Rhett Keyes
A punch and then two connected with Jesse's face, and Hudson wasn't getting anything back. Was he stronger than Jesse? the thought entertained him for a second, before he punched him another time. And then another. Maybe after tonight, he would finally get the big picture. But after the fifth punch connected with Jesse, Hudson began to slow and hesitate. He had landed a blow before, right to his jaw, and now? Now he was flat on his *** taking it in. "I expected more from a big mouth know-it-all." Hudson grabbed Jesse by the shirt and slammed him down against the ground, before moving to get off the guy. "Some leader." Hudson shook his head and moved to the right side of what seemed to be a garden to find the door out. Again.
Jesse Fforde
With every blow landed, Jesse turned back to Rhett, eyes bright and searching for some sign. After the fourth he smiled, though he wasn't mirthful. So, it hadn't worked. If Rhett was in there, if he could see what Hudson was doing, he didn't care. Jesse could have assumed as much; Rhett's concern for Jesse lived in the past. Before Hudson could get very far, Jesse swept out a foot, intend on tripping him over, on sending him sprawling. And if he went down, Jesse'd be the one on his feet, insistent on delivering a swift, hard kick to Hudson't gut.
Rhett Keyes
He went down before he could get far, Hudson finding the ground, and then a foot to his stomach. He grabbed Jesse's foot and kept it connected to his stomach, before he turned it, attempting to break the foot. As his hands twisted Jesse's foot, he moved his leg out to kick at Jesse's other leg, the one supporting him, to send him back on his ***.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse could be lithe when he wanted to be. He was quick on his feet and, to avoid a broken foot he had to move with it, his body twisting to accommodate. When he went down it wasn't onto his ***; instead, his knees were bend and he went forward, one such knee headed straight for Hudson's chest. Jesse's arm was lifted, ready to deliver a blow to Hudson's nose with his elbow.
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Hudson had been roaming the sewers when suddenly the surrounding area around him manifested into something completely different, taking him aback. "What the ****?" He asked, looking around quickly, wondering how the hell he got from the sewers to-wherever this place was. And then his eyes fell on 'Jesse.' "What the ****?" He asked again, this time with a little more robust behind his words.
Jesse Fforde
The conversation with Hudson and Renard had gone well, but it left Jesse unsettled. It felt like the two men wanted to consider Jesse a sire, but he wasn't. Not to Beckett. Jesse was doing what he'd have done for any of his own, and he'd stepped up for Beckett and Renard only because it appeared Rhett wasn't willing. Which wasn't like Rhett -- the way he'd spoken about Dhara, once, and not because she'd been his wife, was proof that he cared for his childer. He helped them, wanted them to be safe. Jesse wasn't even sure Rhett would have introduced Beckett to Fforde; he wouldn't have needed to. He would have had it under control. And this... would not fly. Jesse missed Rhett. If there was anyone he could have spoken to about his current issues, once upon a time, it would have been Rhett. So, he went somewhere secluded. Somewhere Hudson wouldn't know how to get out of -- the Greenhouse in Cerberus, its plants still strewn all over the place, thrown and ripped from pots in a fit of rage. Jesse had positioned himself in front of the door that wasn't a door. There was no way out. Over the day, the tongue had grown back and Jesse suspected it had something to do with his 'conversation' with Clover. This would, at least, make this a little easier. "We need to talk," he said.
Rhett Keyes
The place wasn't at all familiar to Hudson. When he heard what Jesse had to say, he crossed his arms at his chest and nodded. "Okay. Talk then." He had an idea what it might be about, but really, he didn't feel as if it were any of Jesse's business. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his legs at his ankles and took a casual stance, waiting to hear what he said.
Jesse Fforde
"Who are you and why are you here?" he asked. That was the crux of it, really. If he could get to the bottom of Hudson, then maybe he'd be able to lure Rhett out. What Hudson had done didn't matter; there'd be no reprimand because Hudson didn't belong. Hudson was an interloper; he was possessing Rhett's body like it was a game park ride and Jesse's intention was to ban him from it. Maybe it would take more than a single night. But he had to at least try.
Rhett Keyes
Hudson snorted, kicked off the wall and then balked at Jesse. "The same person I was yesterday, the day before and the day before that. Why I'm here? Ask..Rhett is it?" He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need to explain himself to some stranger, or his motives.
Jesse Fforde
"Okay. I'd love to ask Rhett. Rhett..." Jesse said, taking a step closer to the guy. It was Rhett. It was Rhett's face, Rhett's eyes, Rhett's voice. But he wasn't acting like Rhett. Now, he would no longer talk to Hudson. He would only talk to Rhett. "Rhett, who the **** is Hudson and why is he here?"
Rhett Keyes
Hudson stared back at Jesse, who seemed hell bent on talking to Rhett who he wasn't. "I'm sorry, Rhett's not here right now. Leave a message and maybe I'll pass it on. Maybe." He sneered and then started to move around Jesse. "Which way is out?" What the **** was this place?
Jesse Fforde
'Out' was a door built into the wall, secret and hidden. Jesse knew where the lever was to open it. If Hudson tried hard enough he'd probably find it, too. Somewhere in here were the snakes Clover had given Jesse -- the green one, and the black one. Both harmless, really. But they'd be watching. Jesse stepped in front of Hudson, shoved at his shoulders, pushed him back. "Rhett," he repeated the name. "What if Dhara was in danger? Would you come out, then? Come on, buddy. You're stronger than this..."
Rhett Keyes
Hudson didn't even register the name Dhara. He had never met her, had never heard of her, so the name failed to really trigger anything from Hudson other than a continual sneer in Jesse's direction. "He can't come out." It was as simple as that to Hudson-when he was in control he was in control. There was some form of 'trigger' from what he had researched to bring Hudson out, or Rhett out, but Hudson wasn't aware of what either was triggered by. "What if he's not?" Hudson was hell bent on trying to find a way to figure out what Rhett's trigger was, and making sure that trigger never happened. "The guy doesn't even drink blood from humans. The thing we need to survive." Hudson snorted, then began to look around for the door. There didn't seem to be one. What the ****?
Jesse Fforde
Jesse growled. There was nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a twitch. Hudson didn't even look like he was struggling, or fighting anything off. "I know you don't, Rhett. You don't like drinking blood from humans, but that doesn't matter. So what? It's better, in this climate, to hate the blood of humans. It makes you a good guy. We needs good guys to balance us out. Is that your problem? You're struggling with being a vampire? Come on out and we can talk about it..."
Rhett Keyes
A growl. Well, that was interesting. this Jesse guy was getting frustrated. It made Hudson smirk a little. "I don't know what Rhett's problem is, and I'd probably stop caring at this point." Hudson shrugged and then moved to where a solid border was at to feel for a wall, and then hopefully a door. "Maybe his problem is he's related to a bunch of tossers. Like you." Hudson suggested, still searching for that way out.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse smirked, too. Now Hudson had degraded to insults. He wondered what would happen if someone Rhett cared about were in clear danger; if Rhett were witness to it. If this didn't work, a plan started to formulate. "Oh I'm almost certain you think I'm a tosser sometimes, Rhett, but I'm a tosser who gives a **** about your existence. You're going to come back and realise you've allowed some ******* show pony slaughter people, turn others without a care in the world for their progress or development. Marisol's going to move on, you know that? She's a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have her. All she's going to see in your face is Hudson, soon, and she's going to be turned off forever. You're going to lose everyone, Rhett. Do you want to lose everyone?"
Rhett Keyes
Hudson stopped moving for a second, as if he was hesitant about something. Maybe he was, or maybe he was just thinking. "What makes you think Rhett is coming back?" Hudson asked as he turned to look at Jesse. He then shrugged. "It's possible." He laid out a threat that he couldn't quite deliver on-not that Jesse or anyone knew that.
Jesse Fforde
"I know you, Rhett. I know you're going to come back. I know you have to be in there, fighting to get back out again. What happened to you?" Jesse asked. He'd seen the hesitation. It didn't mean anything. But it could mean everything. "You know, I've seen Marisol out with Ysmir," Jesse lied. "The guy can seem like a dick on the forum but he's actually really caring. When Hudson's around, Marisol is lost. She needs someone's shoulder to cry on. If it's not Ysmir, it'll be someone else. Someone will be there to catch her. But you'll come back before that happens, yeah? This is just a glitch," he said. He grabbed at Rhett's shoulder to try haul him back into the room, to shove him into the center of it, away from the 'door'. He wasn't done yet.
Rhett Keyes
Jesse was a lot of things in Hudson's mind. Right now, he was annoying. "I'm not sure what you're doing, but Rhett can't hear you. ONly I can. and I'd appreciate you shutting the **** up." Hudson was pushed back by Jesse, which had him looking around in another area for the door. "Ysmir?" Hudson snorted. "Really?" Hudson then shrugged his shoulders. "Won't last." Was his final thoughts on that, before he tilted his head to the right and then let a bone in it 'pop.' "So, out?" He asked, pointing to the left, thinking Jesse might let it slip one way or another which way was out of here and this conversation.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse paced. He didn't look at the door, didn't indicate where it might be. Whenever 'Hudson' spoke and it had nothing to do with the current situation, he ignored it. Nothing was getting through. "I remember when we were younger," he said to Rhett, still speaking to the man inside he knew -- hoped -- was listening. "I was a lost cause, one of those youths you're so dead set on helping. I admire what you're doing with RetroKade. Did I ever tell you that? I admire it because one of those youths could be another me. You care as much now as you did then, and my life would have amounted to nothing without it. We used to sit and watch the sunset, most of the time in silence. You taught me that my art could amount to something more, that I had talent. You didn't give up on me then, Rhett. And I'm not going to give up on you now."
Rhett Keyes
Why the **** was Jesse still talking? Hudson started pacing like a caged tiger, before he snapped at Jesse. "**** off!" He then moved forward and gave Jesse a shove to the center of his chest to push him away from him and to hopefully knock the guy on his ***. And to again, shut him up. "In case you forgot, those kids put a bullet in Rhett's skull." Hudson snarled at Jesse, before pacing again. "They wanted to kill the guy you admire so damn much."
Jesse Fforde
And what was Hudson? Rhett's protector? A fugue state so that Rhett could heal? No, that couldn't be it. Jesse had spoken to Marisol -- he knew she had spoken to Rhett since that night, though Jesse hadn't. Rhett came out for Marisol. Was Marisol the key? "You'd give up on all of them because of the actions of one? Of a couple? Come on, Rhett. You're better than that," he said. He'd been shoved, and he did stumble back -- he might have been stronger than Rhett, but Rhett still had his own strength. Strength that Hudson now wielded. Jesse came back at Hudson. He closed the distance between them and grabbed the cloth of his shirt, getting right up in his face. He shook Rhett, wanted to slam him up against a wall. He wanted to knock some sense into him. "Come out, Rhett. Come the **** out already!" he shouted. Jesse was sick of this ********. He wanted his friend back.
Rhett Keyes
A lot had happened that night that had and hadn't been identified on a few fronts. Some that may never be identified-still, the chain of events had brought Hudson back out of a dorment state and now that he was 'back,' he wasn't ready to be shoved back to where he'd been living...the night Rhett had been 'born' in a sense. "One? A couple?" Hudson asked after being shaken by Jesse. "Don't kid yourself, or try and kid me." Hudson chuckled and shook his head. "You say people need people like Rhett in the world? I say ********. People need people like me. Like you. You're not fooling anyone with the good guy act. We're vampires, and the sooner everyone figures that tidbit out, the sooner we can all accept that your friend Rhett isn't coming back. So next time he does come out, you go ahead and say your goodbyes, because as soon as I-" He stopped talking as soon as he got in Jesse's face. "Rhett's not coming back." A lie, Hudson knew it was a matter of time before he'd be back, but Jesse and the rest of them didn't know that.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse shook his head. "You're wrong," he said. He let go of Hudson. He stepped back. It would look like he'd given up, but he hadn't. For now, maybe, but he had plans. "I need people like Rhett. Because you, whoever the **** you are, are not needed by anyone. How could you be? You're a pathetic, useless, immature ****," Jesse said, spitting at Hudson's feet. "No one will ever need you. No one will ever want you. Do us all a favour and **** off."
Rhett Keyes
"Hudson." He said his name again, before he decided he was done with Jesse, or at least listening to Jesse. Hudson threw his right arm back, then tossed it in Jesse's direction intending to hit him right in his big, opinionated, worthless mouth.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse should have seen it coming. Maybe he had. Maybe he allowed it to happen. He stood there, he took it, so that he might have an excuse to return the favour. Knuckles collided with flesh and Jesse bit down on his own tongue. He could taste blood. The shadows squirmed at Jesse's feet, but he wouldn't let them loose. No, this was a fight without weapons. Jesse could honour that. Jesse swiftly recovered, his own fingers curling into a fist that was delivered as a swift uppercut.
Rhett Keyes
When the punch connected, Hudson had to admit that it felt pretty ******* good. Finally, silence from the guy. The smug feeling he felt didn't last long before Hudson was reeling backwards from a punch that knew was coming since he dished one out first. He took a few steps back, then charged at Jesse, much like a linebacker would, attempting to tackle the guy to the ground so he could really have at his face.
Jesse Fforde
The tackle connected and Jesse considered letting go. He considered going down and letting Hudson do what they **** he wanted. Reduce Jesse's face to a pulp if he wanted. He considered, and then decided. It was a long shot. A super long shot. But if Rhett was in there, if he was watching, would he care enough to let it? Or did he, too, think Jesse deserved a beating? And so he went down. He landed heavily on his back; his fists clenched, but he didn't fight back. Not yet.
Rhett Keyes
A punch and then two connected with Jesse's face, and Hudson wasn't getting anything back. Was he stronger than Jesse? the thought entertained him for a second, before he punched him another time. And then another. Maybe after tonight, he would finally get the big picture. But after the fifth punch connected with Jesse, Hudson began to slow and hesitate. He had landed a blow before, right to his jaw, and now? Now he was flat on his *** taking it in. "I expected more from a big mouth know-it-all." Hudson grabbed Jesse by the shirt and slammed him down against the ground, before moving to get off the guy. "Some leader." Hudson shook his head and moved to the right side of what seemed to be a garden to find the door out. Again.
Jesse Fforde
With every blow landed, Jesse turned back to Rhett, eyes bright and searching for some sign. After the fourth he smiled, though he wasn't mirthful. So, it hadn't worked. If Rhett was in there, if he could see what Hudson was doing, he didn't care. Jesse could have assumed as much; Rhett's concern for Jesse lived in the past. Before Hudson could get very far, Jesse swept out a foot, intend on tripping him over, on sending him sprawling. And if he went down, Jesse'd be the one on his feet, insistent on delivering a swift, hard kick to Hudson't gut.
Rhett Keyes
He went down before he could get far, Hudson finding the ground, and then a foot to his stomach. He grabbed Jesse's foot and kept it connected to his stomach, before he turned it, attempting to break the foot. As his hands twisted Jesse's foot, he moved his leg out to kick at Jesse's other leg, the one supporting him, to send him back on his ***.
Jesse Fforde
Jesse could be lithe when he wanted to be. He was quick on his feet and, to avoid a broken foot he had to move with it, his body twisting to accommodate. When he went down it wasn't onto his ***; instead, his knees were bend and he went forward, one such knee headed straight for Hudson's chest. Jesse's arm was lifted, ready to deliver a blow to Hudson's nose with his elbow.
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This thread was submitted via a live roleplay chat in the Cerberus area. Participants and rewards were: Rhett Keyes earned 1855 RPP. Jesse Fforde earned 2407 RPP.