Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 0:43:51 GMT -5
Leon was on his feet as soon as Giddien swept the table away, listening to him rant, his face expressionless. At his last words, Leon tilted his head slightly.
"Why me?" he quotes back to the man.
"After all that, you finish with Why Me? You whining, indignant prick. You think you're just the cock of the walk out there putting holes dead men, and all the while behind your little thousand-yard stare you're holding together by a shoestring of self-pity. Until you learn to care for the ones around you, lone ranger, the ones just as condemned as you are, you're a liability. A nutcase waiting to crack."
"This place," he hisses through clenched teeth, "is here to keep ALL our nutcases from cracking."
He picks up his liquor, holds it out, "Medicine for me," and let's it drop and shatter on the floor.
He kicks the coffeecup that was overturned when the table was. "Medicine for you!"
And grabs a turntable. "Medicine for everyone!"
With that shout he heaved it at Gidden. As soon as it had left his hands he was charging the big man. Stitches and staples for the flesh. Music, drink, and good company for the soul. That was Leon's approach to saving lives, and no trenchie was gonna tell him otherwise. Sure, he got along with men with guns. He carried one. He knew the deal. Everyone has a job. But everyone also has a sore spot. Giddien had pushed the right button while Leon was in the wrong mood, and the thin doctor was in a rage.
*edit:
(The Elbow Room's first legitimate rp fight! ding ding!)
"Why me?" he quotes back to the man.
"After all that, you finish with Why Me? You whining, indignant prick. You think you're just the cock of the walk out there putting holes dead men, and all the while behind your little thousand-yard stare you're holding together by a shoestring of self-pity. Until you learn to care for the ones around you, lone ranger, the ones just as condemned as you are, you're a liability. A nutcase waiting to crack."
"This place," he hisses through clenched teeth, "is here to keep ALL our nutcases from cracking."
He picks up his liquor, holds it out, "Medicine for me," and let's it drop and shatter on the floor.
He kicks the coffeecup that was overturned when the table was. "Medicine for you!"
And grabs a turntable. "Medicine for everyone!"
With that shout he heaved it at Gidden. As soon as it had left his hands he was charging the big man. Stitches and staples for the flesh. Music, drink, and good company for the soul. That was Leon's approach to saving lives, and no trenchie was gonna tell him otherwise. Sure, he got along with men with guns. He carried one. He knew the deal. Everyone has a job. But everyone also has a sore spot. Giddien had pushed the right button while Leon was in the wrong mood, and the thin doctor was in a rage.
*edit:
(The Elbow Room's first legitimate rp fight! ding ding!)
