Davie Jones: The Godfather
Who: Davie
and Alfredo
Where: on the way to the way to an interrogation room
When: After Alfredo was arrested.
<Snip>
"You are under arrest for illegally boarding this ship.
You will be taken before the captain where you will explain yourself. Do you
understand?" the man growled at him.
"Comeré el emparedado del colibrí por favor" mumbled Gomez.
Then he blacked out again.
<End Snip>
Davie walked down the
corridor towards Blue Dwarf's atrium, his stomach growling as he wondered when
the last time he ate was. Crew member busied them selves removing the JMC logo
from every item they could find. As continued walking a burly security guard
wearing a uniform with all JMC insignia removed, marched a man with his hand
cuffed in front of him down the corridor towards the interrogation room. Davie's left eye cramped
and him mutant vision changed. He winced as his vision changed to allow him to
see chemicals signatures. His inability to control these changes in the vision
of his mutant eye had lessened some in recent days, but he still had little to
no control over the changes, and sometimes he couldn't even see at all out his
left eye.
Davie stopped short of
the pair. "Who is this?" Davie
asked the security guard. "I found him in the docking bay. He flew in with his
space suit's maneuvering jets after a Blue Midget, so I arrested him for
illegally boarding our ship."
Davie looked him over,
and saw that his uniform was missing the JMC logo. "Where are you taking him?"
"To one of
the interrogation rooms so the Captain can have a word with him."
Davie looked at them
both. "I'll take him." he said, and Alfredo looked worriedly at him, taking in
his long hair that reached between his shoulder blades, his miss colored left
eye, his steadily thickening beard, and the scars that stretched across the
left side of his face. After a moments hesitation, Alfredo smiled weakly and
outstretched his cuffed hands to offer a hand shake Davie looked down and saw out of his left eye
a dry liquid highlighted in blue against his palm. "Keep it." said Davie, and he waved
Alfredo in front of him and they began walking down the corridor.
They walked
for a few minuets until they reached the interrogation room. "Wash your hands."
said Davie and
motioned towards a sink on the far side of the room. After Davie was satisfied with the cleanliness of
Alfredo's hands he removed the hand cuffs and told Alfredo to wait before he
left the room. He told the guard outside the room to keep an eye on him until
the captain shoed up, and then Davie
started walking back towards the Atrium.
He quickly
downed a candy bar as he walked to stave off his hunger for a little while
longer.
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* * *
Who: Davie
When: a few minuets latter, and about 07:30
Where: The Atrium/Arboretum
Davie
walked into the atrium carrying a thick brown burlap bag and a large caliber
rifle, his boots crunching through the overgrowth of the Arboretum. The jungle
like growth wrapping itself around the deck support columns, and winding up the
bulkheads with seemingly limitless fervor. He listened closely for his prey. He
heard twigs snapping behind a thick wall of bushes and peered through the
growth. He saw what he was looking for; a large, what looked to be a horse
descended creature, but on this ship who knew what it used to be. Davie reached to his side
and aimed the rifle for the creature's chest cavity. He pulled the trigger and
the enormous horse dropped dead to the ground.
Davie sauntered over and
slit it's throat, beginning to cut away at the muscle and flesh of it's neck
with his combat knife. He severed the head and placed it in the burlap sack,
taking it back to his quarters.
* * *
Where: Parrot's
Who: Davie
and Justin
When: 08:30
Davie sat at his table and
ordered a cranberry juice and a goat vindaloo, extra hot to eat to tide himself
over. When he thought about it, this would have to be his first solid meal
since the holographic zombie invasion. Since then he'd been living off protein
bars, water, and emergency rations.
As he
waited for his food at his table, he saw Justin sitting near the bar, looking
first at his watch, then around the room as if he were waiting for someone. Davie stood and walked
over to him. He tapped him on the shoulder and as Justin turned to face him, Davie punched him across
the cheek, knocking him to the floor. "What the smeg was that for?!" asked just
quickly as he used a barstool as leverage to pull himself up. "That," said Davie, "is for betraying
us to the JMC! And this," said Davie, kneeing
him in his groin, which was still sore from when Rosette and Amber had given
him a beating underneath Seymour's
apartment, "was for pointing a Bazookoid at me when you gassed the Flight
Deck!" Davie
lifted him up and sat him back on his stool.
"Now," he
began, looking Justin right in the eyes so that his point would sink in, "go
against us again, and I'll cut you prick off you diseased rhinoceros pizzle!"
Justin's
eyes drifted downwards again, and Davie
gently slapped him to get his attention. "And I've said it once and I'll say it
again; you ever point a gun at me again, and I'll smegging kill you!
Bartender!?" Davie
asked, looking up from Justin, pulling some money from his pocket, "A bag of
ice for my friend here!" he said, tossing the money on the bar. He turned and
winked at Justin, slapping him on the back. Davie walked back to his table, where his
food was already waiting for him. He sat and began to eat, watching Justin from
across the room, keeping an eye out for whoever Justin was waiting for as he
ate.
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* * *
When: Later that night.
Where: Cass's room
Who: Davie,
and a sleeping Cassandra
Davie took the severed
animal head from his fridge, and walked to Cassandra's room. He opened the door
slowly. The room inside was pitch black, but he could see the heat pattern of
the room through his mutant left eye. He moved slowly towards the bedroom,
holding the burlap bag under one arm. He opened the door to her room and saw
her sleeping in her bed, snoring up a storm. He moved quickly towards the bed,
and took the head out of the bag, laying it gently next to her. He turned and
left, closing the door behind him. Rosette wouldn't let him kill her due to
Cass's diplomatic immunity with the Queen, even though he had suggested that he
could do it as a mercenary action, but she never said anything about sending
her a message she wouldn't soon forget. It wasn't original, he though, but
effective.
The next
morning Cass awoke, screaming in shock and horror as she starred at the over
sized horses head laying her bed beside her, oozing blood all over her and the
bedding.
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<OOC You don't mind, do you Chief?>