02-13-2019, 02:58 AM
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tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence
Mike made no resistance as he was pushed into the room, his pace was not sluggish, though he stumbled and nearly fell a few times at Jackson's shoving. However, he made no comment, no protest, just a grunt as his ankle rolled beneath him, painfully reminding him to watch where he stepped. Before he was able to recover from his unbalance, he was pushed quite unceremoniously to the ground, knees hitting the hard floor first with a thud, and then rocking back to put most of his weight on his lower legs.
He kept his mouth shut as Hayley spoke, it was true, it was all true. He had done that, and he wasn't entirely proud of it now... any anger he felt had since subsided, leaving only an empty void in his stomach as he listened to Hayley's tirade. His brows furrowed as she said he had "complied at gunpoint" when he had actually stopped cold after punching Brendan in the stomach... he hadn't jumped on the kid or started pummeling him. Though, he didn't deserve much credit.
If he had any self control he would not have punched the kid in the first place for poking him, albeit in his broken rib. It was interesting that she gave him no moment for defense, no second to say anything before she laid down what (to Mike,) seemed like a very light sentence indeed. He had lived with little food and water before, he had been confined to a small 5'x5' room in the past. He'd undergone physical and mental torture to prepare him for the world of Special Ops. Though, much had changed since then.
Mike took a deep breath, inhaling shakily and exhaling, the pain from the aggravated broken rib sharp and needle like. The soldier did not speak though, why would he? What did he have to say? He knew that after this was over Cat would most likely kill him, so whatever punishment these Lodgers decided to give him was nothing compared to the wrath of his boss. He swallowed at the thought of Cat's rage, it would be pretty uncomfortable to say the least.
He wasn't all that curious about what Hayley said to Brendan as she pulled him aside, he didn't turn his body or crane his neck in order to catch a glimpse of the conversation. It was most likely her saying something to him about... well him. Mike shook his head thoughtfully, at least he was now thawing out again after kneeling in the snow for what seemed to be a long time. His shins were still partially numb though.
It was interesting really, to think about how easily he'd lost his temper. He knew it shouldn't have been so simple to push his buttons and lose his cool. But it had, and that was something he supposed he'd have time to think about now that he'd be locked away for three weeks with nothing but his thoughts. Damn, that was a very... interesting idea, him and his thoughts locked in a room together. He was curious to see who would come out on top, though also a bit worried. One of them was not leaving that room the same... but which would change?
He was busy in thought, too busy to notice that Hayley and Brendan had returned, and with a shocked gasp and grunt he staggered backwards as Brendan's foot connected with his chest. Perhaps if there had not been a healing bullet wound and two broken ribs, his reaction might have been different, but he did have those injuries. He was unable to stumble back far with Jackson's grip on his arm, but even so he doubled over his body on fire.
A few of the stitches that were holding the wound shut had been broken, and a slow stain of red began to spread over his shirt, he felt himself wheezing, coughing, sputtering, his body aching for breath, but his lungs unable to find the air. As he began to regain control of his lungs, Harry and Stephen, the two men that Hayley had assigned to take him down to his new home for the next three weeks secured him.
Breath slowly returning to normal, his eyes focused on Brendan, but though he was angry, he also understood... he had punched Brendan in the stomach, and it was only fair for Brendan to be able to return the favor. "Aim a little bit more to the left, and a centimeter or so up next time." The soldier advised the boy, perhaps it was stupid, but Mike didn't want the kid to miss the full on target next time. Sometimes it was difficult to gauge properly where a hit was going to land, but he was sure the kid would improve. Hell, he was Gabe's age after all.
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence
Mike made no resistance as he was pushed into the room, his pace was not sluggish, though he stumbled and nearly fell a few times at Jackson's shoving. However, he made no comment, no protest, just a grunt as his ankle rolled beneath him, painfully reminding him to watch where he stepped. Before he was able to recover from his unbalance, he was pushed quite unceremoniously to the ground, knees hitting the hard floor first with a thud, and then rocking back to put most of his weight on his lower legs.
He kept his mouth shut as Hayley spoke, it was true, it was all true. He had done that, and he wasn't entirely proud of it now... any anger he felt had since subsided, leaving only an empty void in his stomach as he listened to Hayley's tirade. His brows furrowed as she said he had "complied at gunpoint" when he had actually stopped cold after punching Brendan in the stomach... he hadn't jumped on the kid or started pummeling him. Though, he didn't deserve much credit.
If he had any self control he would not have punched the kid in the first place for poking him, albeit in his broken rib. It was interesting that she gave him no moment for defense, no second to say anything before she laid down what (to Mike,) seemed like a very light sentence indeed. He had lived with little food and water before, he had been confined to a small 5'x5' room in the past. He'd undergone physical and mental torture to prepare him for the world of Special Ops. Though, much had changed since then.
Mike took a deep breath, inhaling shakily and exhaling, the pain from the aggravated broken rib sharp and needle like. The soldier did not speak though, why would he? What did he have to say? He knew that after this was over Cat would most likely kill him, so whatever punishment these Lodgers decided to give him was nothing compared to the wrath of his boss. He swallowed at the thought of Cat's rage, it would be pretty uncomfortable to say the least.
He wasn't all that curious about what Hayley said to Brendan as she pulled him aside, he didn't turn his body or crane his neck in order to catch a glimpse of the conversation. It was most likely her saying something to him about... well him. Mike shook his head thoughtfully, at least he was now thawing out again after kneeling in the snow for what seemed to be a long time. His shins were still partially numb though.
It was interesting really, to think about how easily he'd lost his temper. He knew it shouldn't have been so simple to push his buttons and lose his cool. But it had, and that was something he supposed he'd have time to think about now that he'd be locked away for three weeks with nothing but his thoughts. Damn, that was a very... interesting idea, him and his thoughts locked in a room together. He was curious to see who would come out on top, though also a bit worried. One of them was not leaving that room the same... but which would change?
He was busy in thought, too busy to notice that Hayley and Brendan had returned, and with a shocked gasp and grunt he staggered backwards as Brendan's foot connected with his chest. Perhaps if there had not been a healing bullet wound and two broken ribs, his reaction might have been different, but he did have those injuries. He was unable to stumble back far with Jackson's grip on his arm, but even so he doubled over his body on fire.
A few of the stitches that were holding the wound shut had been broken, and a slow stain of red began to spread over his shirt, he felt himself wheezing, coughing, sputtering, his body aching for breath, but his lungs unable to find the air. As he began to regain control of his lungs, Harry and Stephen, the two men that Hayley had assigned to take him down to his new home for the next three weeks secured him.
Breath slowly returning to normal, his eyes focused on Brendan, but though he was angry, he also understood... he had punched Brendan in the stomach, and it was only fair for Brendan to be able to return the favor. "Aim a little bit more to the left, and a centimeter or so up next time." The soldier advised the boy, perhaps it was stupid, but Mike didn't want the kid to miss the full on target next time. Sometimes it was difficult to gauge properly where a hit was going to land, but he was sure the kid would improve. Hell, he was Gabe's age after all.
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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.