[ The back room has been doing time as a makeshift locker room and warmup area, with some benches and a punching bag. Sharkface has planted himself firmly in the corner, back to the wall, so no one can sneak up on him. He's got a knife up his boot and a baton concealed under his jacket, but that doesn't change the fact that he got the shit kicked out of him in the last fight and he can't quite see clearly. Last fucker got him in the face. The ring he was wearing had an edge, and ripped in pretty hard. Sharkface is pretty sure he needs stitches. Normally he'd do them himself, but like most head wounds this one bled like a sieve and it's fucked up his vision.
Last thing he needs to do is stab himself with a needle. Fuck up his one good eye any further.
He grunts. Thumps his head back against the wall, though not that hard. ]
Nobody's called me that for years.
[ Not since he enlisted, actually. But that's not really the point of this. Calling for a favor like this is risky. But there's nothing for it, not unless he wants to call Angela or risk stumbling back out into the world with even shittier vision than usual. Of all the people around here, he probably trusts Gene the most. Or at least as far as this sort of thing goes.
He waves a hand at his face vaguely. Most of the bleeding's stopped. He's got some bruised ribs on top of it, maybe a few that are broken, but that's not important. He can ignore those. ]
Can't see too good right now.
[ Despite the injuries, his voice is calm. He's at a severe disadvantage now, but there's no changing that. He'll just have to wait and survive what comes at him. ]
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Date: 2019-12-31 07:03 pm (UTC)Last thing he needs to do is stab himself with a needle. Fuck up his one good eye any further.
He grunts. Thumps his head back against the wall, though not that hard. ]
Nobody's called me that for years.
[ Not since he enlisted, actually. But that's not really the point of this. Calling for a favor like this is risky. But there's nothing for it, not unless he wants to call Angela or risk stumbling back out into the world with even shittier vision than usual. Of all the people around here, he probably trusts Gene the most. Or at least as far as this sort of thing goes.
He waves a hand at his face vaguely. Most of the bleeding's stopped. He's got some bruised ribs on top of it, maybe a few that are broken, but that's not important. He can ignore those. ]
Can't see too good right now.
[ Despite the injuries, his voice is calm. He's at a severe disadvantage now, but there's no changing that. He'll just have to wait and survive what comes at him. ]