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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 2:34:36 GMT -5
"Oh, mi hijo, you must be getting dizzy if you can't come up with a better insult than that," she scolded playfully, feeling the adrenaline flowing through her. "¿Usted me necesita llevarle al hospital, usted perro asqueroso? I don't want you dying before I can pull the trigger with the barrel of mi pistola against your skull." Even if he didn't understand her Spanish, he would catch the word hospital. She had a feeling she'd need to find one for herself soon enough.
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Post by Khaki on Oct 22, 2008 11:50:47 GMT -5
"Fuck ze 'ozpital!" His French accent had come back into his words full force, marring what would have been perfect English. Francois had to work hard to make him sound more English than French, seeing as he worked as a spy. He was dizzy though, worse than before, his hands were trembling....oh no, wait, he was trembling all over. Damn. This women was gonna win...at least this time.
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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 19:08:00 GMT -5
"Ah, Pierre, usted perro obstinado de Francia," using the only French name she could think of, cooing at him even as she began to wobble a little. "You may hate it, but either you go to the hospital or you die. And I like playing with you too much to let you just bleed out in front of me. ¿Comprende?" Blood still dripped down the side of her face, just below her right eye. She snaked out her tongue, lapping at it as it hit her lips. The metallic taste didn't help her focus... but she enjoyed it more than a little. "Come on, White boy. Do a girl a favor and don't die yet, mm?" Inching toward where his last shot had come from, she kept up the chatter.
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Post by Khaki on Oct 22, 2008 20:14:05 GMT -5
"I don' speak Bitch language, speak in English or not at all." Francois barked back at her, his vision, in his one eye, was doubling up, making it hard to load his gun. At this rate she'd kill him before he could. His body was going into shock, and the blood wasn't stopping. She'd done some pretty serious damage...
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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 20:32:59 GMT -5
"It's called Spanish, you filthy French cur, and you'd do well to remember that." She looked down at him, seeing the blood on his face and his hands shaking, and wrested the gun from his grip. "Come on, pendejo, we're going to the fucking hospital. I'm keeping you alive for as long as I can. After all, I think I've found myself a new playmate." Chuckling, she pulled on his arm with her good one. "Upsy daisy, Pierre, you sorry excuse for a mongrel." The pain still made her hands shake, and she felt weak, but it was... cleansing. It felt good. And wouldn't the shrinks back at HQ have a field day with that one...
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Post by Khaki on Oct 22, 2008 20:53:33 GMT -5
"Spanish, pigs language, and you are swine." The Frenchman growled, and then wavered as he was tugged to his feet. He nearly fell over, but he moved in time to find his balance. Well hell, what was he supposed to do now? He hadn't been so out of it since drugs as a teenager. It was an odd feeling, and a odd thing to compare it to. Oh well. He supposed it didn't matter much. "Chienne espagnole, vous devriez me laisser seul et aller mourez!" He managed, scathingly, at the other. He couldn't break her grip on him, for if he tried he'd more than likely fall on his ass. But hey, it was the thought that counted right? Right.
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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 21:09:09 GMT -5
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Dominique inquired frankly, slinging his arm around her shoulder. She figured it wouldn't be too difficult to get to the hospital... if nothing else, they'd collapse in the street and the police would take them in. It was easy enough to claim that they had been the victims of a robbery. And she could always sob and shake and pretend this French dog was her lover, and she was terrified he would die. "My mama would backhand me if I ever said anything like that in her presence. Now come on, you son of a bitch, let's go. One foot in front of the other, just like that." The pain was ceasing to be a spur and becoming a dull ache, soon to be unbearable.
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Post by Khaki on Oct 22, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
"Non, my muzzer would let me fadder do et." Ooh...that was bad, the French was slurred slightly. Even his answer made no sense to him, what question was he answering exactly? Or had their only been one? Hell, he didn't know. All he could manage was putting one foot in front of the other. His head felt heavy, and his open wound was sticky, as he put a hand over it in an attempt to make it feel better. Without the air on it the sting went away, but not the burning pain that ran through it. It had numbed his face before, but now it felt hotter than his welding furnace ever got.
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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 21:35:55 GMT -5
That was bad. He was slurring his words, barely able to speak. She hurried down the street, pulling him with her, cursing under her breath. Each movement made the ends of her broken ribs grind together, a feeling like splintered glass filling her torso. "Pinche pendejo con una cabeza de mierda de vaca... you better be ready for next time." Finding a building marked with the familiar red cross, she dragged him inside, collapsing before the doors. "Someone, please, help us, we were..." she gasped, seeing a doctor rush over to help lift the man in her arms to a gurney. "Ah, ¡mi amor, déjalo por favor ser seguro!" she cried, unable to help a small smile as he was carried away from her and a nurse began to check her wounds.
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Post by Khaki on Oct 22, 2008 21:59:44 GMT -5
Next time? What about next time? He hadn't even realized how far they had gone before she had dragged him to the ground. He barely had time to move so only his side hit. Ow, mother....Then he was being picked up again. Ugh, he was going to be sick with this constant moving around. No...no way! She'd brought him to the hospital!? "La fois prochaine je vous tuerai!!" he shouted down the hallway. Several doctors looked at him oddly, they had barely caught what the man had said, but it was easily dismissed as 'head trauma'. They'd have to find out who he was, and that meant a little digging later.
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Post by Pepper on Oct 22, 2008 22:08:07 GMT -5
Guessing what he'd said, she lay back, submitting to the ministrations of the nurses. Her French was next to nonexistent, limited only to curses, but it would make sense. "Esperaré la próxima vez, usted perro francés. Y entonces veremos quién hace quién los muertos," he muttered, swearing at the nurses as they checked her ribs and bound them. "Fuck, where did you learn medicine, the back of a cereal box?" Hopefully they'd fix her up and she could catch the first plane home.
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