04-10-2019, 03:33 AM
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tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
OOC: wait for Sheo to post first please. xoxoxo
Mike had been somewhat trepidatious about being weaponless with the newly prodded insurrection around and probably looking to take revenge on Cat and Creed. The two most likely hadn't covered their tracks in their escape, so the probability of his old group coming back for revenge was higher than he would have liked. It didn't help that he had some serious past with them, and a bit of negative history that if dredged up would probably lead to a miserable rest of his life, they wouldn't kill him quickly he knew.
He wasn't certain if he should just hole himself up in his seaside shack and wait for the inevitable, or continue on with whatever he had left of his life, because it seemed to him that they'd find him either way. He hadn't exactly kept a low profile, especially not if his son could so easily track him down, at least it was his son, and not someone seeking to remove his head from his shoulders, as much as he'd thank them for that.
He was in the woods near the beach, the sun was barely above the ocean, it was honestly a beautiful day, or it would have been, he'd been aware of a presence nearing him, but while he had been concerned there wasn't really anything he could do about it, seeing as he was unarmed and even if it was a hostile foe, as long as it was less than say... four, he'd probably make out alive, not good, but alive.
The dark haired man heard the snap of a branch and with a swift turn of his head, he realized it was too late to do anything, the broad shoulders of a soldier, he looked older than he had when Mike had first known him, but time and age had not changed him all that much, the gun pointed directly at him was in the hands of an expert, Mike knew that there wasn't much chance at this range that he'd be able to get out of this situation... just yet.
He knew Dawson, Dawson knew him, "Keep your hands where I can see them." Mike's hands wavered, and he moved his hands slowly to his head, three more steps forwards and Mike could knock the guy down, disarm him, and have the advantage, "In case you were thinking about making a move, Xi's behind you with a shotgun pointed directly at the back of your head." As much as he wanted to swivel, Mike knew that doing so would probably lead to a big fat hole in the middle of his occipital lobe.
"Hey Dawson, Xi, Devilish Duo back to its old tricks?" Despite the fact he was faced with almost certain death, or at least being dragged back to the Insurrection to stand trial for everything he'd done to screw them over, which, if he had to calculate would take a lot of time to chronicle, so they might just shoot him. He'd made a lot of enemies in his past, not all of them in the Insurrection, but a lot of them.
It appeared that his two former army buds were part of that now, he wasn't surprised, neither of them had been the most upstanding citizens back in their army days. His hands were on his head, and he clenched his jaw there didn't seem to be an easy way out of this, though there were rarely easy ways out of anything. He sighed softly, his eyes flickering to the side as he tried to catch a glimpse of Xi's motions from his peripheral vision.
"Now, we were following some other people back here, people who killed a lot of our soldiers, one of which you used to care about a lot I think," Mike knew who he was talking about, of course he did, John, Creed's little brother. Mike swallowed back the urge to spit something back. "Tell us where they are, and I'm sure that Brain will much more lenient with you, even after all the shit you pulled." Mike felt his lip curl, of course Brian was in charge.
Were they going to continue talking? Or did Mike just have to prolong the uncomfortable silence because he didn't want to talk? "Well?" Mike shifted his weight from one knee to the next. "I know you love playing hard to get Ford, but this? You've clearly forgotten how to play the game." Mike watched as Dawson's free hand raised, if only he could get a sight on Xi he'd be able to deflect and use Dawson as a shield, but Xi know that, and was staying out of Mike's vision.
The back of the man's hand met with his face with a loud smack, and Mike rocked sideways from the impact, righting himself, he rolled his tongue over his gums and spat on the ground. "What makes you think I know shit? I'm just here, minding my own fucking business trying to survive in this fucked up world, and you two jump me and start asking me questions about some fucktards who decided to cross you?"
Perhaps it was ill advised to break his silence, but whenever had Mike done anything that was actually well advised for a change? "We know more than you think Ford, word travels. The Badlands? Heard of it? Yeah, well they heard of you," Dawson's voice was taunting, and he laughed, and though Mike's jaw was clenched there were many words he wanted to spit out. "Now, I know, and you know, that the Insurrection has made some questionable choices in the past, some that maybe you disagreed with, like when DJ sent that pet project of yours off to die because you were getting way to attached to Will's little brat."
Mike could feel his hackles rising, despite where he was at, relationship wise with Creed, he always felt the need to protect her, and anything against her was more potent than a gun to his head. "Oh, so that got to you, and you do know who we're talking about. For a second I though you were going senile in your old age." His laugh was unpleasant, and Mike briefly regretted pulling his ass out of the crumbling building years ago, not worth it to bring that up now. "The only reason you're not dead already is because of what happened in Korea." Oh, so it was worth bringing up, "Is that all?"
No, he shouldn't have talked, he should have stayed silent, god, he wasn't good at this anymore, not when these people knew so much about him, knew how he ticked, god if Cat got ahold of any of the information these two had, they'd have a grip so steel on him that he'd never be able to break it. "Honestly, I think it was that little brat of Will that did it, she ended up killing her own brother though, so... the bitch got what she deserved." Mike swallowed back a retort, and stared up at Dawson his fingers itching to strangle the life out of the man.
"Look, even if I did know anything about these people, why would I tell you? I'm dead either way, so why should I talk about people that I may or may not even know? It doesn't seem like a logical decision to be made, and Forbes definitely trained you better. Maybe you should go back to him, and ask him how you can come back from this fucking mess you made!" Antagonization, make them angry, make them irrational then catch them off guard... might be the only weapon he had right now. And if he could just get Xi to make a noise...
"Oh, Forbes is dead, shot the bastard myself, it was so fucking satisfying." Mike shuddered to think about his old mentor being shot by Dawson, sure there were times when he wanted to punch the man, but Forbes had been a good guy, had tried to give Mike a second chance, though that had turned out terribly, very terribly. "Well, shoot me now, I'll see you in hell." He replied seemingly unperturbed.
Dawson just laughed unpleasantly and slammed the but of the gun into the side of Mike's head, while he had expected something to happen the shock of the impact still hurt like hell, and sent him rocking into the ground on his side, hands unable to stem his fall, "Now. Tell us about this Cat thing, and maybe you can die quickly. If not, I know every little thing that scares you, and I sure as hell will make you watch Creed die slowly, painfully, before you finally get what you deserve."
Mike felt a shudder run through his body, the mention of Creed, the idea of having to watch her die, he wasn't thinking straight, he rocked forward knocking Dawson off balance, "The fucktard Cat you want so bad? They're a stupid, idiotic kid with a god complex who think they're invincible, and make stupid fucking choices even though they KNOW it'll get other people hurt, you really want this Cat guy? They'll come to you." He had just finished his sentence when a gunshot sounded around them, and the sting of a bullet brought them to their senses.
It hadn't hit anything major, hell it had just gone in and out of his lower thigh, but god it hurt. But he knew where Xi was at least, though he had two guns pointed at him now, "Go ahead and kill me, like I killed DJ, like DJ had Will killed."
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
OOC: wait for Sheo to post first please. xoxoxo
Mike had been somewhat trepidatious about being weaponless with the newly prodded insurrection around and probably looking to take revenge on Cat and Creed. The two most likely hadn't covered their tracks in their escape, so the probability of his old group coming back for revenge was higher than he would have liked. It didn't help that he had some serious past with them, and a bit of negative history that if dredged up would probably lead to a miserable rest of his life, they wouldn't kill him quickly he knew.
He wasn't certain if he should just hole himself up in his seaside shack and wait for the inevitable, or continue on with whatever he had left of his life, because it seemed to him that they'd find him either way. He hadn't exactly kept a low profile, especially not if his son could so easily track him down, at least it was his son, and not someone seeking to remove his head from his shoulders, as much as he'd thank them for that.
He was in the woods near the beach, the sun was barely above the ocean, it was honestly a beautiful day, or it would have been, he'd been aware of a presence nearing him, but while he had been concerned there wasn't really anything he could do about it, seeing as he was unarmed and even if it was a hostile foe, as long as it was less than say... four, he'd probably make out alive, not good, but alive.
The dark haired man heard the snap of a branch and with a swift turn of his head, he realized it was too late to do anything, the broad shoulders of a soldier, he looked older than he had when Mike had first known him, but time and age had not changed him all that much, the gun pointed directly at him was in the hands of an expert, Mike knew that there wasn't much chance at this range that he'd be able to get out of this situation... just yet.
He knew Dawson, Dawson knew him, "Keep your hands where I can see them." Mike's hands wavered, and he moved his hands slowly to his head, three more steps forwards and Mike could knock the guy down, disarm him, and have the advantage, "In case you were thinking about making a move, Xi's behind you with a shotgun pointed directly at the back of your head." As much as he wanted to swivel, Mike knew that doing so would probably lead to a big fat hole in the middle of his occipital lobe.
"Hey Dawson, Xi, Devilish Duo back to its old tricks?" Despite the fact he was faced with almost certain death, or at least being dragged back to the Insurrection to stand trial for everything he'd done to screw them over, which, if he had to calculate would take a lot of time to chronicle, so they might just shoot him. He'd made a lot of enemies in his past, not all of them in the Insurrection, but a lot of them.
It appeared that his two former army buds were part of that now, he wasn't surprised, neither of them had been the most upstanding citizens back in their army days. His hands were on his head, and he clenched his jaw there didn't seem to be an easy way out of this, though there were rarely easy ways out of anything. He sighed softly, his eyes flickering to the side as he tried to catch a glimpse of Xi's motions from his peripheral vision.
"Now, we were following some other people back here, people who killed a lot of our soldiers, one of which you used to care about a lot I think," Mike knew who he was talking about, of course he did, John, Creed's little brother. Mike swallowed back the urge to spit something back. "Tell us where they are, and I'm sure that Brain will much more lenient with you, even after all the shit you pulled." Mike felt his lip curl, of course Brian was in charge.
Were they going to continue talking? Or did Mike just have to prolong the uncomfortable silence because he didn't want to talk? "Well?" Mike shifted his weight from one knee to the next. "I know you love playing hard to get Ford, but this? You've clearly forgotten how to play the game." Mike watched as Dawson's free hand raised, if only he could get a sight on Xi he'd be able to deflect and use Dawson as a shield, but Xi know that, and was staying out of Mike's vision.
The back of the man's hand met with his face with a loud smack, and Mike rocked sideways from the impact, righting himself, he rolled his tongue over his gums and spat on the ground. "What makes you think I know shit? I'm just here, minding my own fucking business trying to survive in this fucked up world, and you two jump me and start asking me questions about some fucktards who decided to cross you?"
Perhaps it was ill advised to break his silence, but whenever had Mike done anything that was actually well advised for a change? "We know more than you think Ford, word travels. The Badlands? Heard of it? Yeah, well they heard of you," Dawson's voice was taunting, and he laughed, and though Mike's jaw was clenched there were many words he wanted to spit out. "Now, I know, and you know, that the Insurrection has made some questionable choices in the past, some that maybe you disagreed with, like when DJ sent that pet project of yours off to die because you were getting way to attached to Will's little brat."
Mike could feel his hackles rising, despite where he was at, relationship wise with Creed, he always felt the need to protect her, and anything against her was more potent than a gun to his head. "Oh, so that got to you, and you do know who we're talking about. For a second I though you were going senile in your old age." His laugh was unpleasant, and Mike briefly regretted pulling his ass out of the crumbling building years ago, not worth it to bring that up now. "The only reason you're not dead already is because of what happened in Korea." Oh, so it was worth bringing up, "Is that all?"
No, he shouldn't have talked, he should have stayed silent, god, he wasn't good at this anymore, not when these people knew so much about him, knew how he ticked, god if Cat got ahold of any of the information these two had, they'd have a grip so steel on him that he'd never be able to break it. "Honestly, I think it was that little brat of Will that did it, she ended up killing her own brother though, so... the bitch got what she deserved." Mike swallowed back a retort, and stared up at Dawson his fingers itching to strangle the life out of the man.
"Look, even if I did know anything about these people, why would I tell you? I'm dead either way, so why should I talk about people that I may or may not even know? It doesn't seem like a logical decision to be made, and Forbes definitely trained you better. Maybe you should go back to him, and ask him how you can come back from this fucking mess you made!" Antagonization, make them angry, make them irrational then catch them off guard... might be the only weapon he had right now. And if he could just get Xi to make a noise...
"Oh, Forbes is dead, shot the bastard myself, it was so fucking satisfying." Mike shuddered to think about his old mentor being shot by Dawson, sure there were times when he wanted to punch the man, but Forbes had been a good guy, had tried to give Mike a second chance, though that had turned out terribly, very terribly. "Well, shoot me now, I'll see you in hell." He replied seemingly unperturbed.
Dawson just laughed unpleasantly and slammed the but of the gun into the side of Mike's head, while he had expected something to happen the shock of the impact still hurt like hell, and sent him rocking into the ground on his side, hands unable to stem his fall, "Now. Tell us about this Cat thing, and maybe you can die quickly. If not, I know every little thing that scares you, and I sure as hell will make you watch Creed die slowly, painfully, before you finally get what you deserve."
Mike felt a shudder run through his body, the mention of Creed, the idea of having to watch her die, he wasn't thinking straight, he rocked forward knocking Dawson off balance, "The fucktard Cat you want so bad? They're a stupid, idiotic kid with a god complex who think they're invincible, and make stupid fucking choices even though they KNOW it'll get other people hurt, you really want this Cat guy? They'll come to you." He had just finished his sentence when a gunshot sounded around them, and the sting of a bullet brought them to their senses.
It hadn't hit anything major, hell it had just gone in and out of his lower thigh, but god it hurt. But he knew where Xi was at least, though he had two guns pointed at him now, "Go ahead and kill me, like I killed DJ, like DJ had Will killed."
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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.