The handcuff meme: Feeling a little stuck?

[mutedpoint]

A snick. Then the feel of cool metal against your wrist. What??

Say hi to whoever you now find yourself cuffed to. There's no key, no catch, just what seems to be a seamless cuff you can't take off.

Comments

[last_auphe]

"Well crap." That's ... about as succinct as he's going to be at the moment.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben's too busy with his panic attack to say anything but...] Cal?

[last_auphe]

"Yeah. And if I knew how this happened, I'd tell you." He's already running his fingers along the cuff, looking for a weakness.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben's free hand is tugging at the circlet surrounding his own wrist, hard enough to break the skin over the old scar. His wolf is way too close to the surface, and its legs are just as big around as Ben's wrist and its feet are huge -- he wouldn't be any better off if he Changed.

He might not have a choice.]

[last_auphe]

Cal was not usually the voice of reason, but he knew he had to be at the moment, "I know how the freaking out works, but I'm going to need you to at least try and stay calm, just for another minute or two."

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben makes a physical effort and stops yanking on the handcuff. Clenching his fist on his thigh, he squeezes his eyes shut.] In three. Hold two. Out three.

Not. Not for long, though. Hurry. Please...

[last_auphe]

"Yeah. I'm on it." Which was to say that he had no idea what he was doing, or what he was going to do, he'd seen gateways take limbs off when something came up alongside.

"Maybe..." His brow furrowed in concentration, so there wasn't a lock to pick, but if he could get a small enough gate started to drop the links between them into tumulus he could deal with the rest too. In theory.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Breathing, still with his eyes clamped shut.] Do your thing, man.

[last_auphe]

"I'm working on it." His voice was tight, jaw clenched tightly enough that his teeth were creaking. He wasn't used to working on a gate on such a small scale, and he had to be precise or one or both of them was going to lose a hand.

A moment later with a soft pop and a smell of charred ozone, the links holding them together popped free.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Okay, better, but he's still got a cuff around one wrist. That, however, he can take care of with a hacksaw from the garage. And will, as soon as he can fucking breathe again.] Thanks, man... [Still gasping.]

We gotta stop meeting like this.

[last_auphe]

There was that huff that might have been a laugh, the dry, wry, darkly amused one, rubbing his eyes for a moment, willing them back to normal, "Yeah, one of these days."

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben darkly eyes the cuff still adorning his wrist.] That was not cool. And I'd like to hunt down the person who did it and make them very, very sorry.

[last_auphe]

"I'm with you on that one, so if you've got any ideas, let me know." His eyes weren't red anymore except in the reflected light, like a cat, almost.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben growls and heads them toward the garage and his tools.] I am going to kick some demon's ass over this. Probably their idea of a joke.

[last_auphe]

Cal followed, giving a shrug, "I'm with you on that one, been spoiling for a fight the past couple days."

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben hacks away at the handcuff with a jigsaw. It's tough going, even with a brand-new blade.] ...the fuck are these things made out of, titanium?

Remember that demon we banished to Tumulus the other day? We could go kick its ass back to Hell.