The Fourth Sin - Becky's birthday omg!

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Becky smiled at her reflection in the mirror before exiting her room and heading down to the lobby of the Sin, eager to see what gifts she would get.

Because turning nineteen is totally a big deal, even if she had insisted it wasn't.




GOB walked up to the Sin wearing his Hot Cops male stripper outfit and carrying a stereo. If it's the thought that counts, then he was thinking of giving the gift of himself. This was a bad idea for many reasons.

There was a loud pounding at the door. "Open up, it's the police!" he shouted. He opened the door and walked in, ready to start the music.


Miho peered down from the roof of the Sin. That was a cop. A cop had just walked into her home. He'd let himself in. And he hadn't even had a warrant.

This would never do.


Becky, who was already standing with her gun in hand and concealed behind her back, stared.

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelped.


"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you..." GOB said, realizing that he should have worked on a script. He couldn't remember the next part, but he thought it was very clever at the time.


Miho could hear Becky being mirandized, but she couldn't quite make out the voice enough to realize it was That Idiot. She had to act quickly.

She drew her swords and leapt down from the roof. A falling leaf would make more sound.


"Seriously, you have to go," Becky said desperately. "Unless you're suici - "


That was about when Miho stabbinated GOB in the back. She missed anything vital, because what fun was it to kill him on the first stroke?

And then she realized it was That Idiot. Oh. Oops?


GOB had been stabbed. "Huh." He wasn't sure if this meant that she didn't like her present on Saturday or that he was an idiot. He was focusing too much on the stabbed thing to consider that.


"Fuck," Becky swore, stepping forward and sliding her arms under GOB's to hold him up and wobbling with his weight. "Miho, he was just being an idiot. Good work, though. I didn't even see you."


Miho pulled her sword out and wiped it on GOB's trousers. She was glad Becky hadn't seen her; she would hate to get too rusty. She tried to bring herself to care about having wounded an idiot as opposed to a cop, and failed.


GOB fell out of Becky's grasp and fell on the ground. Wow, he was bleeding. At least his fingers were still attached, though. "You ruined my outfit," he managed to say.


"And mine," Becky noted, looking down at the contrast of red against her black and gray.


Well, it wasn't like she didn't have blood all over her own clothes, as well. And they had no idea how hard it was to get the stuff out of grey silk.

Miho wondered if there was going to be drama. Then she decided she really didn't care right now, sheathed her sword, and walked off into the night.


Becky sighed, crouching on the floor by GOB.

"Worst. Birthday. Ever."


GOB was laying on the floor. He was bleeding.

"I've made a horrible mistake," he said, simply.


Jarod walked into the lobby after work and almost tripped over GOB. "What the...?"

Within seconds, he was down on the floor, kneeling next to GOB as he held his hands against the wound, applying direct pressure. He looked frantically around at the rest of the people in the room. "Somebody get me some clean cloths. Now!"


Becky sighed and stomped into the kitchen, coming back a moment later with clean dishtowels.

"Way to ruin my birthday," she said, scowling down at GOB as she handed the towels to Jarod.


Jarod reached up and grabbed the dishtowels from Becky and pressed them against GOB's wound.

"What happened?" he demanded.


"Sliced!" GOB said. The Hot Cops uniform might have been a hint, but GOB wasn't thinking clearly enough to explain that.


"Only because you were a dumbass," Becky replied.


"It was a present!" GOB yelled.


"You dressed up like a cop, you idiot! What was she supposed to think?"


Jarod decided he didn't care. "You're bleeding. Someone get some sheets and we'll carry him to the clinic."


Becky, pouting, went upstairs.

She returned with her arms laden with black satin sheets.


Jarod took the sheets and slid them next to GOB.

"Becky, hold these here," he gestured with his chin towards the bloody towels he was still pressing against GOB's abdomen, "so I can get the sheet underneath him."


"Ew," said the girl who had killed men for looking at her wrong, routinely cackled when she heard shots ringing out, and watched her best friend turn people into nesting dolls on a regular basis.


"Do it," Jarod ordered. "Now. He has to get to medical care."


"But it's my birthday," Becky whined.


"S'ry," GOB said.


"Good," Becky sneered, resignedly taking the towels and keeping the pressure on his wound.


"Keep him talking," Jarod said, as he slid the sheet under GOB. He leaned down and spoke quietly. "Okay, GOB? I'm going to have to roll you onto your side for a second, so I can get this out the other side. You ready?"


"S're, why not?" GOB responded.


"Count to three and take a deep breath," Jarod said, then reached behind GOB's shoulder and hip to roll him onto his side.

"Stay there for a second," he said, bracing one hand on GOB as he ran around, then pulled the sheet under GOB and rolled him back, so he was in the center of the sheet. "Okay."

He looked up at Becky. "Is there someone else around? We need someone to keep the pressure on the wound while we get him to the clinic."


Becky nodded, and turned to the stairs.

"Goldie, get your ass down here and help me...take out the trash!"

Within seconds, a tall blonde made her way down the stairs. With one look at GOB, she said, "Miho?"

Becky nodded. "He was being an idiot."

"I can see that," Goldie sighed. "Want me to finish the job?" She pulled out her gun.

"No!" Becky said, motioning for her to put it away. "We want to keep this one. Just - hold this."

Goldie gave Becky a look rather like the one that most of the girls reserved for Gail when she helped Dwight, but did as she was told.


"You want me," GOB said, latching onto only one part of a single sentence in that entire exchange.


"I want you," Becky replied slowly, "to not be bleeding all over our floors."


"Close enough," GOB said, thinking he just accomplished something.


"Not really," Becky said. "Jarod? He's kinda pale. That's bad. We need to fix him. Like, now."


Jarod nodded to Becky and Goldie. "Right. Becky, you keep your hand where it is and don't take the pressure off, no matter what happens. Goldie, you grab the other end, and be careful not to jostle him too much."

He crouched down, and picked up the sheet by GOB's head. Once Goldie had the other end in a solid grip, he stood and waited for her to walk towards the door. "Okay, walk as quickly as possible, but not so fast he's injured more."


Becky and Goldie moved as told.

And Becky might have taken GOB's hand, but only because Jarod seemed to want her to.

"So, why couldn't you just get me a normal present?" she asked exasperatedly.


"They wouldn't sell me a gun," GOB explained.


"Flowers work too. I like jewelry. This? Was stupid."


"Well excuse me for being creative," GOB said.


"This isn't creative. This is suicidal," Becky said, her voice rising a little.


"Enough," he snapped as they walked across the street. "He needs to save his strength."

Jarod watched as Goldie rapped (rather belligerently, in his opinon) on the door to the clinic.

[OOC comments good - no IC interaction possible.

...though, I suppose you could come try to do business at the Sin and I could mod a whore for you in the girls' absence.]