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DO IT ALL FOR FUN. ([personal profile] forfun) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-07-07 11:28 pm

the pic prompt meme





I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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madmanmax: (bad situation)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
After being dragged, beaten, groped, hair shorn off and back tattooed, one utterly failed escape attempt and a slightly messy branding, the feral does not look so dangerous anymore. He's tied and chained and muzzled, but he's sitting very still in his cage, calm and dazed, barely aware of his surroundings through heavily-lidded eyes. He does not fight his bonds, or rattle his prison. He looks almost docile now.

He's just resting up.
lanced: (pic#9232475)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Slit's thirsty. Shouldn't be down here but he's thirsty, and he don't need the blood like Nux and other such weaklings but it's an addiction. He's twirling a shiv around in one hand as he hurries into the bloodbag holding pen. Knows just who he wants! That psycho they dragged in earlier, all those things on 'im intact!

The War Boy comes up to the cage from behind and literally jumps onto it, boots hooking between bars and making it start to sway as he cackles at the subhuman trapped inside.

"Wake up, wake up-- !!"
madmanmax: (feral but smart)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
He twitches hard, because although he was not truly asleep, neither was he expecting that. There's a split second between drowsy pondering and what comes next where the light of intelligent thought is stronger in his eyes, but a heartbeat later his breathing is picking up and every muscle goes tense in readiness. Grey-blue eyes narrow and he watches, and waits.
lanced: (pic#)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
He pushes his face against the bars from above, staring, tilting his head down at the bloodbag. Looks more animalistic than any thought he's thrown toward the feral, really, as he stares at him with a manic glee.

"Psychotic feral!" 'Cause that's his name. "I'm gonna drink your blood!" Slit waits for a reaction, if there is any.
madmanmax: (Bzuh?)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that's just great of him to at least make his intentions clear? The so-called feral does not rage or struggle in panic, but he does develop an expression that is both even more wary and a little disgusted. It's a reaction, and it's not the reaction of an idiot either, but his quick breathing and the readiness of tensed muscles betray the instincts lurking just under the surface.
lanced: (pic#)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That's just no fun. No reaction and Slit's face falls just a bit; he licks his lips with a newfound vigor as he drops off the cage and lands on the floor, where he abruptly drops the bottom of it out. Lets the psychotic-feral-whatever fall, still bound at least to the bars. So he's safe, or should be.

"Stupid feral's a mute!" he jeers, tries to kick at the bloodbag right in the ribs. Seeing if he reacts to that instead.
madmanmax: (it's all blurring)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
For better or for worse, being released is precisely what he's been waiting for and he's ready as soon as his tormentor drops off because he assumes that's what's coming next.

There's a brief second where his body sags, then abruptly he's twisting upwards, feet and shoulders braced and turning himself to look down while walking himself further up towards the top of the cage. He's not ready to come out, and will have to be prodded or pulled. Slit is safe for the moment, but this one is too clever to be easy prey. Either he's no fun at all, or he's a more exciting challenge than expected, depending on Slit's perspective.
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[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
The kick doesn't actually connect, just swings against air because-- the bloodbag's resisting the floor. Slit stares at the spot where the feral was supposed to drop for a couple stupid seconds before he glances up, eyes wide. This is new-- and yes, it's exciting, it's enticing, like a dog with an overactive prey drive.

Slit's not thinking when he dives for the underside of the cage and rips his shiv from his pocket, trying to slice the knife upward. Less to cut then to scare the bloodbag into dropping, except Slit's standing right under him and he leaps for him, grabs and locks his arms around the bloodbag's legs to add more weight.

"Out, get out!" Shouting up at him as he does this.
madmanmax: (mad dog)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Both eyebrows shoot up in surprise and alarm, and the grab for his legs is not to be ignored. He's fortunate in that they left his boots on him, and as soon as he feels a grip around his legs he starts to kick wildly, fighting the armlock and lashing out as fast and viciously as he can. Down they'll go, and his feet are pulled down first by the weight of the War Boy, but because the chain that connects him to the cage is designed to put him hanging upside-down that doesn't last long. Once the chain hits the end of its short reach it gives his ankles a jerk and lets the rest of his body flip, and if Slit doesn't let go who knows how they'll get tangled up.
lanced: (pic#9271175)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Would be weird if the 'bag didn't kick when he latched on, and Slit's partially braced himself for impact the second he was able to grab on. Still, Max gets him in the head and he snarls in pain before he starts trying to scrabble himself upward, clawing up Max's legs like some kind of lizard.

Doesn't let go when the bloodbag flips though, and Slit gets flung some way before gravity dictates that he's starting to, now, start falling down Max's body from the feet. He clings harder to his pants, though, in a desperate attempt not to topple to the ground.

In anger Slit throws a hand up, grabs for the chain and yanks the simple locking mechanism out and off to "free" Max. He's still got his cuffs on, yeah? It's okay? Except the second Slit does that they'll both be falling to hit the hard rock floor, the War Boy crashing on top of the road warrior. This blood-sucking mission isn't going very smoothly so far.
madmanmax: (mad dog)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Struggling and squirming, the feral makes a few attempts to knee Slit in the gut or the crotch, but the strength of that is hindered by the fact that his legs are also now supporting his own weight.

At least until Slit releases the chain. He has just enough presence of mind- or maybe it's just instinct, to tuck his head and try to roll so that his shoulders take the brunt of the fall, but he still lands with a solid thud and a breathless grunt as the other man's weight helps knock all the air out of his lungs. The feral makes a decent cushion for the landing, lean but solidly built, almost barrel-chested. He doesn't lay there wheezing more than an instant, before he's lashing out with both feet again and trying to roll out from under Slit and get to his own feet.
lanced: (pic#9273116)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Lands on the bloodbag and grunts with him; there's a moment of the War Boy bearing down and clutching on his legs and riding him backwards, at least til Max is kicking and twisting. Surprisingly agile, this burly 'bag, and Slit barely has time to grab hold again before it's slipped away and now he's scrabbling on the floor, the shank stabbing at nothing.

Slit turns on the floor, throws himself upward at Max with an animal-noise. Something like panic is starting to flood his veins. Now the bloodbag's loose but he can contain this, he can get it back in that cage without any help, yeah--
madmanmax: (it's all blurring)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The trouble with ferals is that they are truly desperate and therefore little things like pain don't do much to slow them down. This one is definitely a berserker, and for all that it took some doing to get him riled up, now he's fast and violent. His ankles may be cuffed but there's more power in a kick that's made with both feet together, and he's willing to use knees, elbows, any body part that he can to hurt somebody. Quick to realize he wouldn't be able to run even if he got up, the feral makes an abrupt shift in tactics and curls and rolls up to use his entire body as a battering ram, aiming his lowered head at Slit's chest.
lanced: (pic#9232473)

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The bloodbag looks much bigger than it did in the cage, and when it throws its entire body forward and slams with all his weight, it certainly feels bigger. Feels like he's getting plowed into by a war rig and Slit's almost immediately thumped to the floor, only struggling after the fact. He attaches to what he can of Max, hooks legs and hands around him. The shiv's slashed across the bloodbag's back, tears his shirt but even if it draws blood probably won't be enough to get him off.

Slit can't fully concentrate on stabbing at the 'bag anyway 'cause he's heaving for air, the force of Max smashing him like that having knocked it right out of his lungs. He gasps, tries to suck in a breath as he claws at Max, less a coordinated attempt to fight back than stupid, frenzied flailing.
madmanmax: (mad dog)

...I almost feel bad for Slit...

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
A slice on top of a fresh tattoo is just one more drop in a bucket of pain. If he could actually get to his feet, the blood bag is shorter than Slit is, but that doesn't matter much when they're both flailing around on the ground. Now that he's gained some advantage, he's all the more determined, using his knees to strike at Slit, especially if he can get on top of him, and there's some kind of metal brace strapped around one that has the potential to cut him up, or at least leave some ugly bruises.
lanced: (pic#9273116)

shh he deserves it

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the bloodbag's knees does indeed land - right in the gut no less, forcing more air right back out his throat in a pathetic little gasp - and Slit somehow drops the knife. Hears it clatter to the rock floor and now he's really screwed, almost blind with the realization that he's got this bulky feral on top of him. He lashes out, tries to punch Max off but it's like hitting a brick wall.

Now he's the one to thrash, crying out in pain when the metal of the brace stabs into his exposed skin. Right on his side, above the waist. Slit heaves his upper body forward, now trying to strike at Max's face. Except it's kinda funny, because that muzzle that was supposed to protect the War Boys from Max now prevents Slit from getting a good crack at his face.

"Get-- off!" Useless shouts as he tries to get out from under Max.
madmanmax: (mad dog)

Oh, well, by all means then...

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's actually not until hands come flailing at his face- and never actually make contact with more than the muzzle, that the feral realizes what and advantage that could be. He's half trying to straddle the War Boy now, and if his left knee with its metal brace slips then whoops the appendix is on that side isn't it but it's not the most necessary organ anyways, and then the feral braces himself and rears up and tries to smash his face metal muzzle and all straight down into Slit's face.

This is not going to end well for somebody, although Max isn't sure which of them that will be. If he can incapacitate the War Boy long enough to get to his feet and run though, he would gladly take that chance.
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(;

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Some sort of organ on the side gets crushed and Slit would never know what it was, except it hurts. He's still, stupidly, trying to punch at Max's face when that exact face and the heavy, heavy spikes of metal attached to it come bashing into him. His face-- there's a crack, cartilage splitting and the War Boy's nose starts gushing blood. Other bits of skin get cut and he's looking a dazed mess whenever Max draws back.

-- But, the little bastard, he's still jabbing a hand out to grab at Max's muzzle, to curl his fingers between the bars in a desperate attempt to do-- something-- except that last hit's stunned him and while he's still conscious, his head's swimming.

Gurgles: "No--" and something unintelligible as he holds his grasp there, still faintly squirming to get away.
madmanmax: (mad dog)

Re: (;

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Abruptly the assault lets up, and the feral half rolls off him, jerking and tossing his head to try to get those fingers out of the bars of his muzzle. He tries biting at them too, but Slit practically stick his fingers into the feral's mouth there's no way for him to catch them properly. Still, he's heavy so having him roll off isn't any more comfortable than having him sitting on his chest was, and there's a good chance for fingers to get twisted or even broken, caught up in the muzzle.

It is possibly fortunate for the War Boy that the feral has decided he's down for the count and it's time to try making a break for it.
lanced: (pic#9271174)

Re: (;

[personal profile] lanced 2015-07-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor little fingers, they get cut and snapped around when Max tears off him and Slit's blinded from the pain all over his body, coughing and sputtering as the bloodbag rolls off. How could he have failed so badly-- ? Why'd he get under the bag like that?! It's too late for regret because now that feral's out of his control - not that he ever was save for the physical prison - and he's escaping.

Slit would have done better to be unconscious 'cause maybe then he wouldn't feel the soul-sucking terror that is a bloodbag getting away, all of which is his fault. He rolls too, but it's in vain.

"Racking-- psychotic-- !!" And a scream of frustration as he stumbles to his feet, except then he falls right back down because his head's spinning and it's real funny. Except now Slit's terrified for what's going to happen next. What's gonna happen to him when an Imperator finds out what he did. Or, Valhalla forbid, the Immortan himself. Should've been more careful, huh... ?
Edited 2015-07-08 23:40 (UTC)
madmanmax: (mad dog)

NPC time?

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-08 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The first one most likely to notice something's gone awry is the Organic Mechanic, and sure enough he's drawn by the sound of Slit's yells, in time to almost get run over by the hobbling blood bag on his not-so-speedy way towards the exist. The feral has no clue which way to go, and he's still hindered by the cuffs on his ankles, and breathing hard from the fight. Smashing his face into Slit's wasn't anywhere near as bad for him, but he's still seeing stars a little, thanks to the way the muzzle cages his head and presses in close to the inner corners of both eyes.

Blood bags are not usually so feisty as this one, but he's not the first feral that's been in here, and the Organic Mechanic has a slightly better idea how to deal with them. He lunges out of the way first, not in a hurry to take a full-contact tackle, but he waits until he's been passed and then stomps down hard on the chain that trails from the ankle cuffs.

The feral goes down with a solid 'whumpf!' of surprise, the muzzle hitting the floor hard enough to jolt his head and neck worse than when he bashed Slit's face in.