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[judgementcrime]

I've got some big news, everyone. Could be the start of things happening directly to us instead of around us, so there's one point for experiment. Or drokking entertainment.

I woke up handcuffed. Standard issue, nothing special. On all levels they shouldn't be, but I've tried everything. And they are not. coming. off.

I know nobody came in while I was sleeping. And unlocking them isn't about skill, don't waste your time implying that it is. I’d like to know if somebody could find it in their gorgeous generous neighborly heart to bring a hacksaw. I’ll even take a sledgehammer and a spike if you have a VERY delicate touch and someone to vouch you’re not a serial killer

Your good-looking neighbor in need,
Rico Dredd


[ooc: Surprise, surprise - Rico's landed himself some mild city-provided timeout time. He is kind of starting to lose his shit. Plenty of characters are welcome to try breaking them, it’s going to be a very long 24 hours for him. Bring on your brain, magic powers, bullshit, smart comments, etc.

Rico's permissions/warnings are here. cw: hand injuries are involved bc he is insane. Also, I would greatly encourage threadhopping in this network post!]

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2/2 PRIVATE MESSAGE, move to action

[judgementcrime]

[Rico sends a message over to un: wrenched and all it contains is an address. Two streets, and the name of an auto shop. Further away from the city center, tucked away in some corner of the city. Simple enough.

Whenever Wrench gets there, it's oddly eerie and empty, as with all buildings in this place. Your bog-standard auto shop; grey-washed concrete floors and husks of cars hoisted in the air at head-height. Parts and tools strewn about, as if put down by an absent-minded worker and forgotten on permanent lunch break. Plenty of bullshit lying around, in other words.

But - there's signs that it's occupied. The fact that the side door's been kicked in, for one. And then around the corner, hidden from sightlines behind a rather large truck, the almost imperceptible clink of a short chain, metal lightly scratching on metal. Looks like macho man randy savage is in.]

[wrenchedup]

Oooh, you'll text me. make it spicy~ (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥

[ Anyway, Wrench finds himself at the mouth of an auto shop a mere fifteen or so minutes later DO NOT JUDGE HIM (zing) he needed to get some more smokes. Also: what were the odds that they both bunked up in a fucking garage. More fun things to do fun things with!! Fellow Wrenches! First, though. Dramatic entrance time!! IN HE GOES with a ] Honey, I'm hooooome. [ Kinda bummed out that he wasn't the first to kick in the door but whatever. He'll take sloppy seconds, its fine. ]

[ Spikes everywhere, this guy, robot, whatever he was. He took his time looking around, having already echo located Macho Man Randy Savage what with the clink and all. ] Ooh, look at all these tools. Why is your garage better than my garage? You think its weird that everything restocks but all the places I've savagely pillaged [ it has not been savage at all, its been weird and excitable exactly like he was being right now ] look like they've been abandoned as if there was some immediate evac and everyone just up and left.

Spooky.

[ Hello, he's finally made his way to you. ] Anyway, how're the cuffs treating you? [ Wrench waved toward them with a nod. Mind if he takes a look? ]

cw: description of hand injury

[judgementcrime]

[With the sudden sing-song electronic warble of a Honey, I'm-, the bent piece of metal he's been using as a lockpick slips, and he is, yet again, at square one.

...It's fine, Rico keeps his cool. He closes his eyes VERY briefly, before getting ready to face what turns out to be a talkative punk with a limp. Rico doesn't seem at all taken aback by Wrench's attire - or mask. Just a quick up-down evaluation, attention lingering at the hollow of his throat and the tattoo there. He could take him, easy. And besides that - finally somebody's dressed like a normal person around here. And so Rico's defenses correspondingly drop.]

Could be better, sweetiepie, [he says with an easy, breezy smile, leaning into the joke as he turns to talk to the guy at a better angle. The saccharine words sound completely at odds with his deep growl of a voice. The fact that he's white-knuckling the metal digging into the pad of his thumb shows too much for comfort, so he puts that down with a very light clink.] But it's nice that you asked. Real thoughtful. I just wish you'd bring me more chocolates.

Why don't you take a look and tell me what you can do?

[That he hasn't already done, that is. Judging by the red, deep welts on his wrists - and a dislocated thumb that was relocated again, that was fun - he's starting to run out of ideas.]

[wrenchedup]

[ Aww, Rico noticed all of his best qualities. How sweet! Hold on. Wrench just sort of steps back in a mild surprise when the other man speaks up. Not a bad surprise, its just— Jesus, what a voice. Downside to his mask? Well, it reads his emotions. And like those heart eyes showed up for a second when Aiden busted in to give him a fist-kiss, here it happened again. For just a moment. Ahem, anyway. Fuckin'. Alright, give him a second to squat his (as previously noticed) broken ass body down. ]

Took you as a whiskey kind of man but I can always run out and get you a snickers. [ The whole... mangled mess of the man's wrists was pretty evident but still he asked for permission before actually touching the guy. How the fuck... A sigh. He spoke a little more reserved, a little more seriously: ] It doesn't make sense, man. The cuffs are loose enough that you should have been able to slip free after the dislocation. Which I assume you've tried given... [ the mess. And the material looks and feels... normal. Alright, let him get a few tools. ] Someone said you had to "wait it out" right? I stopped paying attention, eventually. Did they say how long?