Post by Elly Wheeler on Mar 1, 2014 21:28:44 GMT -5
The moon had set and dawn was drawing ever closer. Luckily Braeton was quite adept at his job and the Outlaw's arm was getting close to completion as well.
Curled up in the corner of the room, Elly had been dozing peacefully beneath her duster and she would have continued to do so if the sound of her own name hadn't jolted her awake. “Hmm? Who’s a what now?” She asked in confusion as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Braeton did not glance up from his work but he did smirk in amusement. To Elly’s surprise that was the end of it. No snide quips, no cruel comment at her expense, nothing. The change in his attitude was miraculous. Maybe, just maybe, it was a miracle that she could take advantage of.
Elly brightened at the idea but then shoved it into the back of her mind to focus on the question at hand, which unfortunately Graves had to repeat.
"You ever diven one of them motor vehicles before Elly?"
“Yep, I sure have.” She responded proudly. Braeton rolled his eyes and looked up from his work until finally, under his hard stare she confessed. “Ok ok, so it was only a prototype dad was tinkering with but it did have a motor so technically, it counts.”
It took a moment for the obvious to dawn on her. Slowly, one brow began to creep up her forehead in interest and eventually she turned to Graves and inquired. “Out of curiosity, why do you ask?”
Last Edit: Mar 2, 2014 17:35:00 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
"Good, yer' drivin' then" Graves said without a second thought tossing her the keys to Braeton's car grinning. Upon realization of what had just happened, Braeton stopped his work a panicked look on his face. Every fiber of the pompous engineer's being screamed for him to protest but the glare he recieved from Graves was so powerful it could've petrified a tree, so he kept his mouth shut and got back to work tinkering with the arm. "Wouldn't be too smart to have me in plain view drivin' outta Piltover in one of their own fancy contraptions still a wanted man. Would it?" he explained to her quietly, figuring she would agree with him after he paced over to her. He was just about home free, a simple car ride away from being completely out of Piltover's jurisdiction. By the looks of it his new arm was just about completed as well, but Braeton kept muttering something about it still needing "calibrations" so the Outlaw let him keep at it a while longer.
As time passed the sun had begun to peek it's head over the horizon before Braeton finally presented Graves with his new arm. He briefly went over all the little nuances about it, explaining how it worked and such, puffing his chest out in pride at his work. Graves couldn't help but roll his eyes in contempt for the man; just moments ago he whimpering as he was being beat within an inch of his own life for not complying with the Outlaw's demands and now here he was so absorbed and obsessed with his own work that one couldn't fathom that it was Graves who had busted up Braeton's face to the state it was now.
"Wish I could say I was surprised, but I ain't. Ya' did yer' job you smug bastard..." Graves muttered attaching it to the stump at his solder and getting a feel for it, grunting in approval. It was a far cry from the one he had commissioned Viktor to make for him, lacking the immense artificial strength and additional gadgets, but reacted and felt just like his arm had before LeBlanc had forced him to mutilate himself. "Elly...sweep the house one last time fer' anything we can use. I'll set things up down here after me n' Braeton have a lil...talk" Graves said ominously, sending Elly away so she wouldn't get in his way out of some sort of false pity for the brother that had never done anything but treat her less than human her whole life from what she had told him and from what he had observed while in their company.
After beating up on Braeton as the man pathetically attempted to defend himself against the Outlaw's brutal assault Graves tied Braeton to a chair while Elly was still about the house gathering anything that could still be useful to them like he told her. "Unlike you I don't need decorated words to make my meanin' clear. Smug sunuvabitch who don't even treat his family right like you don't deserve more than an unmarked grave. But I'm a reasonable man and I believe in redemption" Graves growled at Braeton as he smacked his tied up and helpless form around. "Lets see ya' use that big head of yer's to figure a way outta this one, friend. I reckon if ya' can do that with the help o' whatever higher power there might be in this world ya' might get outta this singin' a different tune" Graves said snidely as he slowly and agonizingly broke each and every one of Braeton's fingers. The man attempted to scream as he writhed in agony in his binds, but the gag Graves had put over his mouth prevented him from making any real noise aside from the shuffling his chair made as he desperately tried to scoot away from his torturer. After finishing this Graves made his way to the garage and prepped everything for their departure throwing some of their supplies in the passenger seat before preparing to jump into the trunk.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2014 19:43:24 GMT -5 by The Outlaw
Post by Elly Wheeler on Mar 5, 2014 19:37:49 GMT -5
With the supplies she had gathered tucked securely into the back seat of the car and the Outlaw's word that Braeton had been tied up nice and tight. Elly placed a ‘HELP ME’ sign in the front window and then quickly made her way around to the side of the house to help Graves into the trunk of his getaway vehicle. To her surprise, when she opened the lid, he was already inside.
“You sure you’re gonna be alright back here?” She asked, looking down at him with a note of concern. A disgruntled sounding grunt was Graves only response. He was right though, it was defiantly time to bite the bullet and get this over with. Without another word, the barkeep handed him a bottle of water and then shut the trunk lid tight
Being behind the wheel again was empowering but as Elly examined the dashboard she found a whole lot more gauges and dials there than she remembered from dad’s prototype . The barkeep stared hard at the dashboard, as if doing so, might help clarify all the unknowns.
‘Guess I am gonna have to learn on the fly.’ Elly’s first inclination was followed closely by a far more terrifying notion, ‘Oh gods, please don’t let this thing actually fly.’ She muttered this silent prayer over and over like a mantra as she shut her eyes and turned the key in the ignition.
The engine roared to life, growling at her like some beast out of a storybook. She inhaled deeply to steady her nerves and then took a second look at the dash. Thankfully, all the gauges worked and she actually recognized what some of them were for. It wasn't much but it was a start.
“Alright baby, don’t let me down.” She whispered to the steering wheel, clutching it in an iron grip like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality. With a jerk forward and then a grinding correction, the barkeep backed out of the driveway and started off toward what she hoped was the fastest way out of the city.
Tales of adventure had never seemed quite this frightening when Elly was warm and safe in her bar, listening to someone else tell them over a cold beer.
Maybe the brave ones were all just ordinary folks doing the best they could to survive a bad situation. Maybe, just like her, all they’d wanted was to go home, see their families again and someday tell the story of what happened to them once upon a time.
Maybe no one ever really wanted to be thrown into the unknown and it was all blind chance and circumstance. Maybe there were no heroes fighting for just causes or villains trying to make the world a darker place. Just ordinary people doing what they had to do because they didn't see any other choice.
Maybe that’s the stuff real stories are made of.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2014 19:41:19 GMT -5 by Elly Wheeler
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