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[4-Jun-2016] [Metall/u/rgy] Iron Fist
Title: Iron Fist
Prompt: 4-Jun-2016 "I'll wait, so show me why you're strong"
Based on: Metall/u/rgy
Characters: Iron, Nickel
Type: Drama/humor?; 200 words
Warnings: Graphic violence, adult language and themes, and dark humor.
Notes: This takes place some time after the previous Iron and Nickel drabble. EDIT: Continued in "Only Human." Iron is about a head taller than most of the other elements, and I believe someone said she's "frickin' huge." You Wouldn't Like Her When She's Angry.
Iron stormed down an office hallway and up to a beverage vending machine facing some cubicles. Nickel ran to keep up behind her.
"Iron, PLEASE!" Nickel cried. "You've been awake for almost thirty hours! You need SLEEP, not coffee!"
"Get OFF my BACK, Nickel!" an exhausted Iron snarled as she struggled to order coffee from the machine. "You KNOW the contracts can't wait!"
"But—" Nickel started to say.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!" Iron suddenly shrieked— at the vending machine. "CAN I JUST GET A FUCKING COFFEE!?"
And then, to Nickel's horror, Iron effortlessly punched her fist through the glass front of the vending machine.
Silence fell over the cubicles. Staff froze in the aisles and 'prairie-dogged' from their cubicles to stare at Iron.
"WHAT!?" Iron yelled. "HAVEN'T ANY OF YOU SEEN SOMEONE HAVE A COMPLETE MELTDOWN IN PUBLIC BEFORE!?"
Nickel swallowed heavily and gathered up all of her nerve. "Iron, I've had enough of your SHIT. You have two choices. You can let me take you to the ER for stitches and SEDATIVES, and let me help finalize the contracts LATER... or you can FIND ANOTHER ASSISTANT."
Iron suddenly crumbled. "...fine. I can't sign anything with this busted-up hand anyway."
Prompt: 4-Jun-2016 "I'll wait, so show me why you're strong"
Based on: Metall/u/rgy
Characters: Iron, Nickel
Type: Drama/humor?; 200 words
Warnings: Graphic violence, adult language and themes, and dark humor.
Notes: This takes place some time after the previous Iron and Nickel drabble. EDIT: Continued in "Only Human." Iron is about a head taller than most of the other elements, and I believe someone said she's "frickin' huge." You Wouldn't Like Her When She's Angry.
Iron stormed down an office hallway and up to a beverage vending machine facing some cubicles. Nickel ran to keep up behind her.
"Iron, PLEASE!" Nickel cried. "You've been awake for almost thirty hours! You need SLEEP, not coffee!"
"Get OFF my BACK, Nickel!" an exhausted Iron snarled as she struggled to order coffee from the machine. "You KNOW the contracts can't wait!"
"But—" Nickel started to say.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!" Iron suddenly shrieked— at the vending machine. "CAN I JUST GET A FUCKING COFFEE!?"
And then, to Nickel's horror, Iron effortlessly punched her fist through the glass front of the vending machine.
Silence fell over the cubicles. Staff froze in the aisles and 'prairie-dogged' from their cubicles to stare at Iron.
"WHAT!?" Iron yelled. "HAVEN'T ANY OF YOU SEEN SOMEONE HAVE A COMPLETE MELTDOWN IN PUBLIC BEFORE!?"
Nickel swallowed heavily and gathered up all of her nerve. "Iron, I've had enough of your SHIT. You have two choices. You can let me take you to the ER for stitches and SEDATIVES, and let me help finalize the contracts LATER... or you can FIND ANOTHER ASSISTANT."
Iron suddenly crumbled. "...fine. I can't sign anything with this busted-up hand anyway."