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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 15:47:40 GMT -5
Cain could faintly hear Jack’s shouting, but the farther he went into the forest, the worse his cell phone reception got. Finally he was reduced to only keeping the phone incase Jack started like, having a fit or something.
“Hey! Jack! One more yell, man! I am I getting close?” Cain yelled out, hoping he was close enough for his friend to reply. Swinging the crowbar absentmindedly, Cain sighed. He’d been looking for almost an hour. By the time he got there, Jack might not have a leg to get out of a trap.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 15:52:56 GMT -5
Jack thought heard a muffled call and he glanced up.
“Cain?” He called back. His voice felt hoarse from yelling but he managed another shout.
“I’m over here!” He picked up his cell phone.
“Shine the flash light and I’ll tell you if I can see it.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 15:57:13 GMT -5
Cain could hear something to his left.
He could make out the fuzzy voice of his friend on the phone. “Okay,” he replied, hoping the damn phone would relay the message in good enough condition so his friend could understand it at least.
He turned the light toward the sounds he’d heard a few minutes back.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 16:03:59 GMT -5
Jack closed his eyes against the light.
“I can see it.” He murmered, and then shouted again.
“Over here, Cain.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 16:40:06 GMT -5
“Got ya,” he muttered walking in the direction he’d shown his flashlight. Closing the phone and shoving it in his pocket, he pulled out the gloves, pulling them on as he ran toward the bulk he assumed to be Jack.
“Hey- oh hell,” He huffed, finally reaching Jack as he stared wide-eyed at the trap currently attached to his friend’s lower leg. It was looking more then a little raw. It was looking a little melted. Someone knew the silver trick, they’d made the trap, or at least bothered to melt silver and then submerge the trap completely in it. Then burn and oil it back into working order.
“Yeah, that thing's silver alright, but not completely, or your leg wouldn’t be there.” He added, bending down to get a better look.
He glanced up to Mister Kibbles, who was still laying there. “Oh yeah, I see you managed to free Satan Dog, but not yourself,” he huffed, sitting the flashlight down to inspect the trap a little more before attempting to free Jack’s leg from it.
“You know, it’s going to hurt like a b*tch when I get that thing off right?” He asked, looking back up to Jack & holding up the crowbar, “And there isn’t a whole hell of a lot I can do about it.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 16:41:23 GMT -5
Mister Kibbles growled quietly at Cain, leering at him, but suprisingly not snapping his jaws to latch onto his arm like he usually did.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 16:47:48 GMT -5
Jack sat up as much as he could with the dog on his chest.
“Lucky me.” He pointedly avoided looking at his leg. He lifted the dog off and tied the frayed ends of the leash back together.
“Pocket knives aren’t much good for cutting off bear traps, unfortunately.” He muttered, getting as comfortable as he could.
“I’m aware; just get the damn thing off.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 16:51:57 GMT -5
Mister Kibbles whinned softly and licked Jack's hand worridly.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 17:12:06 GMT -5
Jack patted the dog lightly.
“Just get it over with.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 17:19:34 GMT -5
Ooc; Didn’t see the reply…
Cain glared at Mister Kibbles. “You stay over there you damned little nuisance.”
“Okay here goes nothing,” Cain muttered, half smiling, as he wedged the crowbar down beside Jack’s leg. That metal could not feel good. Grabbing hold of one side of the trap, Cain pulled a little, just to see how much it was really going to take to get the thing to break.
It wasn’t moving much, it was going to take a lot.
Cain didn’t tell Jack he was going to pull harder, just grabbed firmly and pulled. The trap slowly cracked, the crowbar sliding off the blood on Jack’s leg and farther down into the workings of the bear trap.
“Hold on, man, almost got it,” He growled, pulling a little harder, the trap finally springing open, as Cain pulled on it, yanking it from under Jack’s leg. He knew that probably caused a little damage, but it was either that, or let it snap shut again.
“Okay, I’m not even going to ask if you can walk, I know you’d fall flat on your damn face.” Cain pulled off his gloves with a sigh. “Let me see your hands. How bad are they?”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 17:22:39 GMT -5
Mister Kibbles scurried against Jack's side, licking the back of his hand, worry gleaming in his chocolate-colored eyes. He ignored Cain.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 17:40:27 GMT -5
Jack groaned slightly as Cain tested the trap and then bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming.
That didn’t last long. His jaw clamped shut mid-scream when the bar slipped and he could taste blood in his mouth. His leg began throbbing again full force. He gasped for air a moment before holding up the hand he had burnt on the silver; it was sporting four crescent shaped marks from where his fingernails had dug into his hand. He grunted softly.
“Better than my leg.” He patted Mister Kibbles with his good hand.
“That sucked.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 17:44:21 GMT -5
The dog's tail wagged a little and he licked Jack's wrist.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 17:54:19 GMT -5
“Okay, well, you still got one good hand, and I’m not completely carrying your ass.” Cain said, holding out his hand to Jack. “By the way, if you think you’re going to get sick, get sick the opposite way of me.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 17:59:47 GMT -5
Mister Kibbles, who was now on Jack's opposite side, leered at Cain and nipped at his ankle in protest.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 18:02:53 GMT -5
Jack took Cain’s hand with his undamaged one and hauled himself up, managing to only wince slightly. He tossed his shirt at Cain.
“Wrap the trap up for me, the asshole who set it isn’t going to use it again.” He limped towards Mister Kibbles and picked him up. He still felt like shit, but it was an improvement with the silver gone.
“For your information I haven’t thrown up since like forth grade. But if I do happen to get sick, I’m throwing up all over your damn shoes.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 18:07:21 GMT -5
The dog's tail wagged and his long pink tounge lolled from his mouth, almost as if he were blowing a rasberry at Cain.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 29, 2006 18:09:51 GMT -5
Cain looked at the shirt for a moment.
“Man, please don’t ever throw your clothes at me again….it’s disturbing.” He added a moment later as he bent to wrap the trap. (hehe that rhymes) He tied the trap into the material. “There. All set.”
“Good,” Cain remarked, “’Cause if you throw up in my damn car, I’ll make you clean the damn thing with a tooth brush.”
He walked over to Jack, holding out an arm. “Here, let’s get you to the hospital, before they have to cut off you damn leg. I just want you to know, I wouldn’t help just any dude walk….it’s to...close. But for you, I’m willing to bend, slightly. Look, I'm even getting close to the dog. Rose would be proud of me.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 29, 2006 18:12:13 GMT -5
Mister Kibbles' ears perked up at the mention of his mistress's name. He looked around quickly, hoping maybe she was nearby and alright.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 29, 2006 18:18:52 GMT -5
Jack grabbed Cain’s arm and limped forward.
“I’m honored, really.” His face contorted in pain and he concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.
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