I will not surrender

Skids Mahoney | 19 | Outlander You feel like you hit a wall, but you survived. I've been to that place before. In spite of luck, and you awake a new tomorrow.

[randy--odonahue-blog]

“No, I’m not.” Randy pushed himself up to go lean against the wall where Skids was washing his wounds. “It’s not all your ‘goddamn fault’, but you charging in headstrong and blind and getting yourself killed will be your fault if you don’t take it down a peg.” He watched Skids, brow furrowed, as he searched for something and ended up cursing, clearly unable to find it. “Wind down, carrot top.” His tone was still harsh, but the nickname softened it a bit. “Take a breather. C’mon.” Randy nodded his head towards the theater arena they still shared. He bitched about the space being too small for two full grown guys, but he knew he actually enjoyed the company.

[mahoneyskids]

He moved to go back to scrubbing again, feeling like his face was still unclean. He scrubbed so hard that his face turned pink, feeling raw under the drenched rag. The nickname barely registered until he started to focus on what Randy was saying. How many people had they lost today? He couldn’t remember all their names at the moment never the less know the count. “I can’t fuckin’ do it. Can’t be like Ma and Pop.. it’s over.”

[randy--odonahue-blog]

Randy scoffed. “What, you think you’re going to intimidate a bunch of andro-cops while you’re splattered in your own blood? Everyone here is tired and needs to rest unless we want to lose more people on our retaliation.” He eased himself into a chair, examining several areas of his clothing that had been burned away by lasers, his skin singed pink, red, and bloody. “There’s a smart way to do everything, and going in headstrong just loses us men.” He was avoiding eye contact with Skids at this point. He was fairly sure he sounded like he was contradicting himself, but it didn’t feel that way, so he went with it.

[mahoneyskids]

“Better than fuckin’ sitting here and doing nothing. You make yourself sound like you had no hand in this, like it was all my goddamn fault. Fuck off, man, fuck off and check yourself.” He rose from his position, a little unsteady at first but he trudged on. Bleeding and bruised he went to find a bucket to fill it with water and grabbed a rag only to wash the cuts and things that stained his pale face with dried blood. Feeling like he had gotten a good amount off he started searching for his ray-gun and cursed wildly, remembering he dropped it when he was running from gun fire.

[randy--odonahue-blog]

“Good.” Randy stayed stoned face. Even though he knew Skids didn’t necessarily deserve the brunt of his frustration, he was the nearest thing, and he was the one who would understand and take it in stride. He went over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer to toss one guy standing nearby a bag of frozen peas. Randy threw another bag, this one of carrots, at Skids, fists clenched afterward. “You’re the last person I’d think I’d have to show anything about loss.” 

[mahoneyskids]

Catching the bag of frozen peas, Skids winched at Randy’s statement knowing the other didn’t mean to be the way he was at the moment but it irked him more so than usual. Skids grew up along side death himself, having witnessed the act since he was young and in the situation with his parents and Randy. Having a freedom fighter family never allowed the pain of loss to not effect him, maybe numb him but sometime it got too much for him to bear. Placing the peas on his knuckles he rose his good arm and wiped the blood off of his chin. “Wyatt and Rocky were taken by some agents into a building not too far from here-- we need’ta go out there and get’em before it’s too late.”

[randy--odonahue-blog]

“What planet are you on that I’d lie to you about something like that?” Randy’s tone went up a notch, Skids’ denial irritating him even more. He knew it when he saw it and, sure, he understood it. After all his little brother had been through, he’d love to entitle him to some denial. But the truth was, denial just lead to naivety which lead to death. He’d had enough of that in his group, and he’d be damned if he thought he’d lost any part of his family, let alone Skids. “They were, and then some dropped off at some point, clearly. Do I need to reteach you how to count?”

[mahoneyskids]

Skids could hear the irritation bubbling from one sentence to the next but the actual words that Randy was saying didn’t register in his mind. Like the more people he lost the more he couldn’t believe that the body count. It was exhausting keeping himself that way but it saved what little sanity he had left in his paled and skinny body of his. Shifting from foot to foot, Skids looked at Randy with eyes that took on more of a dark brown than the liquid amber color he sported and replied slowly, “No, I get it.”

[randy--odonahue-blog]

“Are we still breathing, sure. But we’re missing part of the second team that was supposed to come in, Skids. You’re going to tell me that isn’t a big deal? Especially after all you’ve been through.” He knew it was a low blow, but Skids’ celebration was irking him. Everything had been stressful as of late, and the Outlanders being raided had made everything fall to pieces. He’d located random people here and there, but no solid leads to Matt or anyone else. Losing someone within his own group of rebels would be the last straw.

[mahoneyskids]

“Don’t gotta lie to me, Rand. I saw’em. I saw’em running behind before the explosion. They were right behind us.” He was in denial and he knew it. Bruised, bloodied with knuckles swollen from knocking an agent in the face. Ever since the disbanding of the Outlanders, Skids had been with Randy’s group who lived in a busted movie theater. He’s started to actually enjoy their company and finding the time to get to know a little more about them even though the inevitable was they could all die at any moment. “They were right behind us..” 

[mahoneyskids]

“We’re still breathing, aren’t we? C’mon, you’re making more of a deal out of it than it actually is. Trust me, it wasn’t a big deal,” he grabbed the nearest guy who went out with him on the mission and put his arm around him, mostly to steady himself.

[mahoneyskids]

So what's this job you were talking about? Because as you could see I'm broke off my ass and I'm supposed to be on the run like some kinda felon.

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Got something you’re hiding, Skids? 

[mahoneyskids]

Hardly, I'm an open book. 

Go on, test me. [he puts out his wrists, laughing a bit when he puts two fingers to them to check his pulse] A'right, I'm humming from the alcohol but otherwise I'm solid.

[donaghan-deactivated20150403]

Eileen took a bite of her apple that she had snuck from the small pile of fruit this morning. It was out of seasons, they didn’t get many apples in January, and Eileen was on cloud nine about it. Sure it was a bit brown but better then nothing. Her legs against the wall she wiped the juice from her lips when she heard a voice break the silence. Her heart skipped a beat and she smiled. “Come in!” She said dramatically.

[mahoneyskids]

The dramatics of it all made Skids laugh, hopping into the structure that Eileen had called her own. The Carnies have seemed to have done that- picked their spots and squatted there without necessarily claiming it as their own. There were signs that people were living there but it didn't look as homey as the Outlander camp once was- he missed it more than anything thinking about it now but he didn't let it register on his face. "You up for a little adventure," he whistled, pulling himself up on some kind of piece of wall that jutted out far too much- he'd done it before hoping not to break his tailbone on the way down if he fell.

[mahoneyskids]

Showing up at the Carnies wasn't exactly how he planned to spend his day but he figured he needed to find Eileen. After all that had happened he wasn't sure if she was worried about his well being or anything but none the less he'd put her mind at ease. Getting in through a few back ways that she'd told him about, some being he picked up on his own, he moved towards where she would haul up and knocked before even trying to enter. "Hey Eileen.. you in here?"

[shadowlawrence-blog]

I’m always trying to get people drunk, then I get to see how they really are. 

[mahoneyskids]

Guess I gotta watch out for you then.

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Yeah, I’ll take what I can get. [she takes a swig of her beer] Next’s round is on me.

So what’s brought you here tonight, Flames?

[mahoneyskids]

People to see, that sorta thing.

Thank but uh are you tryin' to get me drunk, Shadow?

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Your hair is too cool not to get a nick name out of it.

So bad? You sure you kissed me just now, I’m phenomenal.

[mahoneyskids]

Woah, I am so sorry. My bad.

[he laughs a little] Eight point seven five outta ten, that good enough?

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Not quite so silver tongued now, are ya? 

You’re not a bad kisser there, Flames.

[mahoneyskids]

Uh, you aren't so bad either, and Flames?

Sick nickname, I can get used to that.

[shadowlawrence-blog]

[she takes a beer and takes a swig] Mmm, were you? 

[mahoneyskids]

Skids was never as smooth as he let on. Granted he was a decent kid but nothing more- he knew he didn't have any game to begin with but he still chose to go full throttle into things. A little buzzed from the few drinks he had he felt her lips on his in a matter of moments but didn't pull back until the kiss was done. "Uh yeah...mhm."

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Oh, I see. 

What else am I missing?

[mahoneyskids]

My good looks-- I mean look at me. [he smirks, coming back to the table with a couple of beers from the underground bar that they were currently seated at]

Just admit it, from the first moment you saw me you knew I was your missin' Casanova. 

[shadowlawrence-blog]

Do people really fall for that?

[mahoneyskids]

Well, yeah but I wasn't trying.

I was givin' you a taste of what you're missing.