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Bad Bitches Take Down Sexual Offender Hank

It is Tue, Apr 10, 2018 and Genevieve is On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the Blackfield Institute.

It is before dawn, about 42F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.

An unobtrusive dragonfly stings A thinner old gent

A thinner old gent says "HEY BABY"

"WHOA, you better fucking not." Genevieve rips her arm out of the mans grasp and rolls her eyes. "Why is your oddly huge cock out?"

[3W]Jennifer nods to Russell, sighing and then seeing the creep attacking Genevieve. "... ... ..." she starts saying, running towards them.

[3W]Jennifer walks towards you.

[2W]Jennifer walks towards you.

Jennifer walks in from in front of you.

A thinner old gent tries to grab a hold of Jennifer.

A thinner old gent stuffs his hands down Jennifer's pants.

Jennifer punches A thinner old gent solidly in the jaw, sending him reeling.

Genevieve gasps, and then bursts into laughter. "Oh my fucking God! What is happening?!"

A thinner old gent suddenly vomits.

A thinner old gent gets punched and starts pissing blood everywhere

A thinner old gent kisses Jennifer

A thinner old gent hugs you.

"Don't you -ever- touch me again" Jennifer tells A thinner old gent as he comes, trying to grope her, throwing a punch at the man.

Jennifer punches A thinner old gent solidly in the jaw, sending him reeling.

A thinner old gent gets a ribbed condom from a pocket.

A thinner old gent gets a ribbed condom from a pocket.

A thinner old gent says "baby don't be that way"

A thinner old gent says "i got one for both of you"

Jennifer grabs a hold of A thinner old gent.

Genevieve shoves the old man off of her in disgust, watching as Jennifer throws a punch and then throws one of her own. "You want some more, motherfucker? By all means. Keep talking."

A thinner old gent explodes abruptly, showering blood and gore everywhere.

[3W]Blake walks towards you.

[2W]Blake walks towards you.

Blake walks in from in front of you.

"What the FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Genevieve hollers, stomping a foot to the ground. "I fucking love this outfit."

[3W]Russell walks towards you.

[2W]Russell walks towards you.

Russell walks in from in front of you.

Yes, the women all really do have blood all over them now.

Blake gets a dollar note from The corpse of a thinner old gent.

Russell steps out into Warden's Way, or, well - hobbles his way out - and tilts his head as he looks down toward the body. "Well. I guess that solves that," he rasps out, looking pained and worse for wear.

"motherf..." Jennifer doesn't really complete the word, or tries to say anything more, covered in gore. Instead, she starts walking back, silently, towards the union building, a trail of blood and gore left in her passage.

Jennifer walks away from you.

[1W]Jennifer walks away from you.

[2W]Jennifer walks away from you.

"I am covered in fucking blood. I am. COVERED. In fucking blood." Genevieve huffs, over and over. Her gore soaked hands trying to wipe, but really just smearing, blood off of her clothing. Pulling bits of guts from various places, she groans the whole while.

Blake looks over the scene outside, nose wrinkling in disgust at the spray of gore around and she comments "Well that escalated quickly."

Blake still pockets the blood saturated dollar she managed to pluck up, after shaking it out a bit.

While Russell isn't covered in blood and gore, his shoes are covered in it, along with piss and vomit, by this point. Trekking his way closer to someone - or what's left of it, really - he lets out a huff. "Alright, gotta move this before people see," he murmurs quietly, still looking rather nonplussed and pained from something. Slowly, he picks up pieces of man - like, chunks and hunks and bits of man, really - and stacks them in his arms.

While Russell isn't covered in blood and gore, his shoes are covered in it, along with piss and vomit, by this point. Trekking his way closer to the corpse - or what's left of it, really - he lets out a huff. "Alright, gotta move this before people see," he murmurs quietly, still looking rather nonplussed and pained from something. Slowly, he picks up pieces of man - like, chunks and hunks and bits of man, really - and stacks them in his arms.

Buzzing around unobtrusively, eventually An unobtrusive dragonfly lands on Russell's arm, hanging out there and watching the aftermath with oversized yellow orbs.

Russell doesn't seem to notice An unobtrusive dragonfly, at least not immediately, because he's rather fastidious about removing the evidence of spontaneous human detonation from the front lawn of Blackfield. Blood washes away. Bits of dude soup don't.

"Kind of looks like a job for one of those industrial wet and dry shop vacs." Blake suggests to Russell, these kind of scenes being a familiar sight to the teen and not disturbing her nearly as much as they ought to.

Buzzing in annoyance as Russell tries to stack human meat on it, An unobtrusive dragonfly buzzes out of the way and lands now on his shoulder.

Giving up, Genevieve begins to help Russell with the clean up. Staring blankly at the corpse, or what is left of it that is. She doesn't seem disgusted even one bit by the scene in front of her - more so annoyed that one of her favorite outfits is now covered in slop. Man slop. And not even the good kind.

Genevieve says "Where the fuck am I taking this? Lead the way, please."

With his own arms full of chunky humanbits, Russell nods to Genevieve, turning back for the Union building. "Right, thanks. This way..."

"Flush it down the toilet." Blake decides

Genevieve moves to the express corridor. This hallway has a lengthy stretch to it. The floors are linoleum, smooth and colored cream with speckles. Walls are colored pale green with cream trim. Signs give directional clues to maneuver around the building and a few rubber mats work as runners in the space. The lighting is strong and perhaps paling.

You think; "These are my favorite shoes. They are going to have to be dry cleaned. That is so expensive."

Genevieve moves to the entrance to cell block x.

Unnoticing of his tagalong and leading Genevieve through the rather unpleasant corridor, Russell hauls dripping chunks of person and viscera along.

Genevieve moves to the entrance to cell block x.

Genevieve says "Are we going in fucking circles? The hell is this place?"

"It's the basement of the Clinic," Russell explains aside to Genevieve.

"It's fucking creepy, dude. It's creepy. And it's not a place I ever want to find myself involuntarily." Genevieve replies, shaking her head.

Russell sighs and turns. "Yeah, you definitely don't, at least - not on the wrong terms," he agrees with Genevieve, turning back down the hall.

Genevieve moves to a murder hole.

Russell unloads human meat in a grotesque pile on the ground.

An unobtrusive dragonfly buzzes up and lands on Russell again.

Genevieve drops the corpse without hesitation, sighing at the mess of her clothing. "Okay, decontamination showers? Surely the creepy basement has to have some of those."

At first, Russell seems fit to bat at An unobtrusive dragonfly, as flies are not an uncommon sight down here what with its... occupants, but after he realizes it's not a common housefly, he just doesn't bother and allows it a free ride. "Yeah, there are. Thisaway."

Genevieve moves to the showers.

Dragonflies get bloody too, man. Don't hate on An unobtrusive dragonfly

For the time being, Russell doesn't even bother disrobing. 'til he can get to a dry cleaner, at least, best he can do is start washing this shit off of him wholesale, so he steps into the shower fully clothed and starts to let the red drip off to a light pink.

Of course Russell leaves his bag and phone aside but hey. Also that's a dirty-ass dragonfly taking that long to clean.

An unobtrusive dragonfly stings Russell

"Whatever, this will work." Genevieve grumbles, slipping off her shoes to step into the shower and silently sob as she cleans her clothes...as best possible.

Ain't nothing in this shower An unobtrusive dragonfly can learn from Russell.

Working to scrub the absolute mess out of his clothing, bit by bit, Russell explains to Genevieve, "I'll see to it that you get some extra credit for helping out. Thank you. As for down here - well, consider this an impromptu lesson on the Clinic," he starts to explain. Rubbing and fingernails and blotting and more water - hey, some of the blood is hard to recognize, at least on the black bits of his suit. The white shirt's probably ruined, though. Or a salmon shirt now, at least.

Genevieve comes out, soaking wet, and begins trying to wring the slightly pink water from her clothing and hair. "Wow. Just. This has been a fucking day, hasn't it?" Her eyes look to Russell, and she frowns. "You look hot soaked in blood you know? Next time I bite you I'm gonna let you get a little messy." Then she proceeds with a laugh, expression half-amused even as she cleans gore from herself. "This isn't the first time I've had someone explode on me. Thanks for the uh, offer of extra credit. I'll gladly accept."

"Wild shit, huh?" Virginia asks, leaning against the doorframe, completely clean, and in completely clean clothes, the bitch. "Brings self-destructive personality a whole new meaning."

"On the plus side, that's probably the most physical contact he's had with women in a couple of decades." Virginia muses thoughtfully.

Russell snickers out a breath, still working on getting blood and gore and viscera out of his pants now, and Virginia's approach draws his attention upward. "I'll have to keep that in mind, and - good," he elaborates as the part of his first conversation, agreeing with the newcomer for the second: "Some people go out with a bang -and- a whimper. Thank god there are orderlies to clean up all the piss and puke and blood upstairs, now that we got the big chunks out of the way."

"I didn't want to have to kill him outright, but he started gettin punchy with m'gurl." Virginia apologizes, gesturing toward Genevieve. "So I had to pop him."

"Yeah, I was going to come out and have the orderlies drag him down here, but..." Russell trails off, then lifts his finger and makes a *pop* noise in his mouth with it.

Russell IMMEDIATELY spits into the drain after that.

"God damnit, Virginia." Genevieve turns to narrow her eyes at her friend. "I hate you as much as I love you. Shoulda smacked you while you were still a dumb little fly." Her voice is hollow, void of any emotion whatsoever though her words express a distaste for the freeloading behavior of Virginia. Turning back to Russell, she shakes her head and sighs. "You already know Jennifer and I punched him into exploding."

"I mean, I don't mind letting him barf and pee and doodoo all over Blake, but my homie?" Virginia asks, shaking her head.

"Now I've nut kicked a guy into offing himself, AND punched a dude until he exploded." Genevieve grins a big white smile at Virginia. "You're the best little bitch I've ever had."