Issue #74

[mistconduct]

[Private to Victor Creed]

So...

Do you prefer me calling you Creed or Sabertooth?


[Private to Cassel, Mickey]

Jesus christ I hope you two have it going on better than me. Fuck.


Fuuuuuck.

But hey; congrats. Couldn't have happened to two better dudes.


[Public]

Okay, now I'm starting to get a little nervous. Are we all gonna die, or what? Should we be getting on Iris' bus and getting the fuck out of here?

Raise your hand if you wanna abandon ship.

Comments

[spam]

[mistconduct]

[Chris remains frozen in Creed's grasp, hoping against hope that what he offers is enough to sate the beast for now. He can't help the grin of relief when he's finally let go]

Cool. Yeah, will do.

All right. After you, big guy.

Re: [spam]

[lawofthejungle]

What. Afraid I'm gonna bite the hand that feeds me?

[He gives him a toothy grin, but the bulk of the hostility dissolves as if it never was and he heads towards the stairwell.]

[spam]

[mistconduct]

Do I really feed you, though?

[He trails after, not a little relieved at the outcome of that little excursion]

Re: [spam]

[lawofthejungle]

Not if you're smart. You know what I mean.

[He prowls down the hall and up the stairs, in no particular hurry.]

[spam]

[mistconduct]

Yeah, I guess I do. Wish I didn't.

[He follows Creed up the stairs, shaking his head a little at his new inmate]

Re: [spam]

[lawofthejungle]

[He just laughs, cruel but deeply amused.

When he gets to the deck he crosses over to the railing, takes a few minutes to just stare at the view.]

Least this place is still open I guess.

[spam]

[mistconduct]

[He gives Creed a wide berth, standing near him but not on top of him, and crosses his arms]

Yeah, who's to say how long that's gonna last.