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diversified2014-01-31 12:45 pm
insertdadjoke) wrote in diversified2014-01-31 12:45 pm
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Everyone's got their chains to break. [ closed ]
WHO Jacob Kane (insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).
WHAT Do not fuck with these brothers. Not even if you want to experiment and find out why one is immortal. Just don't do it.
WHEN Late 2014, several months after Cain and Abel have been working together to down the Death Erasers.
WHERE nfc.
"What do you mean, you don't know how to text?" asked Cain. He glanced over the lid of his laptop to give his brother a dubious look. There was a whole lot Abel had simply never picked up in his time as an Enforcer and Cain was painfully aware of how much personal experience Abel was lacking in his unlife. There was nothing to be done for it except curse the Reapers and move forward from there. Still... "Everyone knows how to text, Abel."
It was a bit egregious when Abel had a thirteen year old daughter (granted that she was adopted) who was quite the typical teenager in some respects and still Abel couldn't do much more than make calls with his phone. That just seemed like willful ignorance on Abel's part. Cain was going to have to fix that. There were worse things he was going to have to help his brother get through; this one would be a piece of cake.
Didn't mean he couldn't rib the hell out of Abel for it, though.
"Do you even know how to get to the text menu? Can you even turn your phone on? My God, does Holly have to charge it for you?" he asked, tone going more and more obnoxious as the questions came. Sometimes he even got a reaction for it. Those were always awesome.
insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).WHAT Do not fuck with these brothers. Not even if you want to experiment and find out why one is immortal. Just don't do it.
WHEN Late 2014, several months after Cain and Abel have been working together to down the Death Erasers.
WHERE nfc.
"What do you mean, you don't know how to text?" asked Cain. He glanced over the lid of his laptop to give his brother a dubious look. There was a whole lot Abel had simply never picked up in his time as an Enforcer and Cain was painfully aware of how much personal experience Abel was lacking in his unlife. There was nothing to be done for it except curse the Reapers and move forward from there. Still... "Everyone knows how to text, Abel."
It was a bit egregious when Abel had a thirteen year old daughter (granted that she was adopted) who was quite the typical teenager in some respects and still Abel couldn't do much more than make calls with his phone. That just seemed like willful ignorance on Abel's part. Cain was going to have to fix that. There were worse things he was going to have to help his brother get through; this one would be a piece of cake.
Didn't mean he couldn't rib the hell out of Abel for it, though.
"Do you even know how to get to the text menu? Can you even turn your phone on? My God, does Holly have to charge it for you?" he asked, tone going more and more obnoxious as the questions came. Sometimes he even got a reaction for it. Those were always awesome.
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Whatever further rambling Cain had been about to embark upon was cut short when the door opened. A man in a white lab coat wearing glasses entered. He looked to be about middle aged, with blond hair starting to streak with white. His hands were behind his back and his head held up high enough to easily see the lack of numbers around his neck. Cain stared at him as the doctor made his way over, suddenly breathless from worry twisting in his gut.
"Hello again, Cain," the man greeted. He had pulled a tray over next to Cain's chair and was sorting through the various instruments. "It's been a while. Three years now, isn't it? Almost four. You've brought a friend this time, how nice of you. Let's see... Just need to do a routine little slice, make sure you're still tip-top."
Cain flinched and tried to pull his head away when the doctor cupped a hand firmly around his jaw and held him still. He raised a scalpel and made a clean incision along Cain's forehead, completely ignoring the distressed keen from the immortal man. Even through the drugs, he felt that one. Apparently the chemicals were just to keep him docile, not to necessarily lessen the pain.
"Stop," he tried, wiggling his torso where his limbs were all useless. Blood was rolling down his nose, dipped around his lips and already working its way down his collar. Head wounds bled so far, sometimes they got down to his torso before his healing even started to kick in. "Stop it."