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yes it has been, I’m sorry :’) I’m doing good, thanks for asking. We should rp again one day, have missed that. }
((No need to be sorry. It happens. And that's great to hear, I'm glad you're doing all right. Yes, we should do that too, Russ and Joel ought to meet up again.))
Joel screamed and ran away from the dynamite Jack has thrown at him. He ran for the door but it's locked tight. Before he can run to find another way out, the dynamite exploded and it send the Joel flying to one of the booths.
He groaned and slowly pulled himself up.
Jack just simply watched him while taking a swig of his drink. "I can't believe I'm fighting against a coward like you?" He takes out another stick of dynamite and his lighter but noticed he must have dropped it. He cursed something Irish and proceed to find a substitute to light up his dynamite. And as he did, it's a perfect chance for Joel to attack him.
Taking out his Atomizer, he started hitting Jack while screaming from the top of his lungs. In fear and not wanting to die though he has a respawn chip but he can't be sure if he can respawn out from the respawn range back in Harvest.
Swinging his weapon once more across his head, the Scout watched as the Irish bomber fell back on the table as it is destroyed from his weight.
Joel panted softly, beads of sweats rolling down and his throat becoming dry from all the screaming. He almost smiled to himself thinking it's over already, but he was wrong.
He can hear chuckling coming from him and watched as Jack slowly sitting up and eventually standing up.
Panic has hit him hard and he is prepared to swing his bat at the bomber once more. As he did, Jack grabbed it by the half swing and a smirk appeared on his face. "'Ey there, lad. That's hurts you know." Joel noticed there's hardly any bruises on him except the blood trickling down from his nostril and the corner of his mouth. Now terror has hit him quite hard. What is he?
He tried to pulled his bat away but Jack kept a good gripped on it, until he simply lets it go and watched as the Scout stumbled backwards and fell back on the chair. Luckily it didn't break this time.
"Oww."
"See, you're a coward." "Shut up. I am not." He groaned, standing up and now taking out his Winger. "You're a coward yourself for, oww, not fighting face-to-face with me. Oww..." "Well you're not as well." Jack pointed out and it did sound admitting to the Scout since he is using weapons as well. He even wondered if bombs considered as weapons. Of course they do.
"W-Well shut up then."
Jack just chuckled and pulled out his third dynamite and look, he has found his lighter.
Joel pointed his Winger at his hand holding the lighter. "Dare light that, I'll shoot your hand!" "And then what? Whack me with your bat again?" He smirked, flicking the lighter on. "Hmm?"
The Scout tried to think for another solution if he do shoot for his hand and something struck him. He knew it would be a bad idea and he's doing it. He changed with his Winger for his Soda Popper and just simply pulled he trigger, shooting him in the chest where his heart is located.
It did managed to bring him down to his knees but it's not enough as he has managed to light the dynamite and with his last strength he throw it at the Scout once more. "Catch."
Seeing the dynamite coming this time, Joel dropped his Soda Popper and quickly picked up his Atomizer and hits the dynamite, sending it flying back to his owner and resting in his hands. Jack widened his eyes, dumbfounded, and before he can get a chance to dispose, it has exploded right in front of him, causing his head and his hands to explode.
Joel winkled his nose in disgust seeing bits of his brain and his hands everywhere. "Ewww...."
Before he can leave the bar and return back to Harvest, he stopped and looked at the bottle of whiskey that remained unharmed during the battle between him and Jack. It made him curious, wondering how does it taste like. So, he picked it up and lifted the bottle to his lips, drinking a bit of the whiskey.
The taste of the whiskey taste strange, dry and as well disgusting, causing the Scout to spout the remaining liquid out from his mouth. "Yuck. That taste disgusting!" Finally he takes his leave and dispose of the Jack Daniels.
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"Erm...I'm kinda scared though..." Joel admitted, fidgeting a bit. The young worker looked at him. "Why?" "Because I don't know what to do." Just to hear that has made her chuckled. "Oh don't worry there. You'll know what you will do."
None of them spoke a word during their ten minute walk until they have arrived to their destination. Joel smelled something quickly covered his nose. "Man! What the that smell?" "What? Oh well...You'll be fighting him in a bar." "A bar? Why not like not here?" "Well...You'll see." She opened the door and lets out a loud whistle of her mouth with her fingers to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone out! This person right here is here to fight the one and only Jack Daniels. No, I don't mean the drink, I mean him. Now get!" With that everyone, but one, leaves. "There he is, Joel." She presented to the only guy in the bar, drinking, with his head down and doesn't bother to look up after her announcement.
She patted his shoulder and smiled for him. "Good luck, dude." She closed the door behind him, leaving him alone with Jack. The bartender must have left as well.
Joel takes a deep breath, but be careful since the air is smelled of smoke and mixtures of drinks, and walked bravely to him.
As he got closer he can see that he has a burnt scar on the left side of his face, chestnut brown hair underneath a beanie hat and what he is drinking is Jack Daniels. Huh, how strange a man named after an alcohol. What kind of parents would named him that?
"So you're him, huh." Joel heard him spoke up. He sounded Irish, wait, he is Irish! "The lad I'm fighting against?" Joel doesn't know how to answer that but swallowed back the lump in. So, he nodded his head. Jack got smirked and pulled out a stick dynamite and lit it on with his lighter. He stood up and Joel can see the smile on his face.
"Catch." With that he tossed the dynamite at the Scout.
