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✘ lindsey mcdonald

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WHO| Lorne and Lindsey
WHAT| Reunion at last.
WHEN| An hour or so after the blood bath.
WHERE|Just inside the forest
WARNING/NOTES|Violence, maybe strong language.

Lorne approached Lindsey cautiously. At least he was 90 percent sure it was Lindsey. He didn't want to startle him and end up getting speared an hour or so in. He didn't want to be here, but the best way to get out and stay that way was to win. If one of them could get out they could help get the other out next round. Or at least that was his tentative pitch. He slowly approached watching the man for any sign of attack.

"Hey buddy, long time no see." He prepared to duck.

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Arms laden with cans, Lindsey was leaned back against a tree to catch his breath. He was in the process of inspecting his stash when Lorne approached, and turning, he did indeed lash out before he had full time to identify who it was.

He spun on his heel and swung his arm out, hand holding a can to reinforce the blow. It never connected though, for the green demon had wisely prepared for the event.

"Lorne!" As Lindsey considered attacking again, he inspected the Deathwok demon, warily watching the reaction and movements of his murderer. "You're unarmed?"

"Just the one's I'm naturally gifted with, good looks and all. What about you, any luck with the who dash to death business?" From the looks of it he had a leg up in the right direction.

The only problem was there was something wrong here. Lindsey, he seemed a little off. Sure he'd only said one thing, and sure Lorne's reading powers were as good as a show tune at a rock concert, but there was some major bad vibe coming off of him.

The galls the green faced demon had in acting like nothing was wrong, like the last time he had seen him hadn't been when Lorne took out a gun and shot him full of holes. Lindsey had sworn to himself that he was going to kill Lorne when he saw him and he intended to make good on it, but if the jolly green giant wanted to play at them still being buddies, he could swing it. For now.

"Some crazy shit we're mixed up here... Which hell dimension is Panem? And how'd you end up here anyway?"

"Honestly...I've never heard of this place before. it's not that I'm completely versed on hell dimensions, but I'm no stranger to them either. The fact that I've never even got whispers of it kinda worries me." Lorne was more than kinda worried, but he also knew when he was bested. These people could strip demons, and gods knew what else of their powers. They could willingly pull people from other dimensions and pit them against each other in massive death matches. The only beings Lorne knew that had that kid of power were gods.

"I was Helping Angel out in my home dimension, on the trip back I got marooned here. I kinda thought the crew would end up here too, they obviously didn't. At least I hope." A champion would be nice, but it was bad enough he was stuck here.

"What about you?"

Lindsey was on the same ship on the matter of hell dimensions thing. Having worked for Wolfram and Hart, then struck out on his own and did even more research on them and their dimensions, never having even heard of Panem was worrying, but not completely surprising. After all, he had never been dead either.

Which made his blood boil when he heard Lorne talk so casually about helping out Angel. Years at court and a face that could win poker tournaments was what allowed him to keep smiling at Lorne.

"Me? I died." With that, he suddenly dropped all his cans save one and tried to smash those red horns and green forehead in.

Lorne was caught completely off guard by the can as it met his head with searing pain. He was too shocked to move, at first he thought it might be another possessed body part causing the man to act, then he saw his face.

"Why?" he tried to ask struggling to gain his footing or his speech. He wasn't used to this yet, this easy death thing, after a trip to two here you think he would be, but he wasn't.

"Why?" Lindsey repeated, going after Lorne again with the can of rations like a large cylinder shaped boulder. "Did you forget the purpose of this game?" He was stronger than Lorne would remember, faster too, and there was a coldness in his blue eyes that spoke of an anger more personal than the simple game he talked about.

If he could, he'll bash that green head in again and again until the demon fell, eyes only hardening each time until Lorne was spread out on the ground. "You're the reason I'm here!"

Lorne wanted to question what Lindsey was talking about, but he couldn't. He mouth was fill with blood from biting his tongue. He just looked up at the hate in Lindsey's eyes and tried to plead, but it was useless. He could feel himself getting heavier, and knew he would black out soon. He just hoped this would be quick...He really needed a drink.

Lindsey smashed Lorne's head once more, then as the green demon laid there not quite dying but definitely temporarily out, Lindsey went around looking for a hefty stick. He managed to find one he broke off a fallen branch, and returning over to Lorne, he stabbed the demon right in his buttcheek. In case he missed, he stabbed again, making sure that he finally got the damn heart.

"Not part of the solution, huh? Bet you didn't see that one coming."

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