thisavrou_log | Closed to Dutch, Trish, and Daisy!

Who: Dutch, Trish, and Daisy
When: The 22nd, nighttime
Where: Slavery Outpost
What: Trish and Daisy rescue Dutch!
Warnings: Some violence

It must have been days that she’d been in that stall. All sorts of people had come to look at her, examining her, appraising her to see if they wanted to buy her. The unfortunate souls in the stalls next to Dutch had come and gone - all bought and sold and gone in the span of those days, but Dutch was left behind. Too spirited, they’d said. Maybe it was the fact that she’d slapped their hands away every time they’d tried to get a feel for her muscle tone. Maybe it was that she spit at anyone who tried to look under her clothing. Whatever the case, all of this misbehavior earned her jolts from the slaver’s cattle prod device and Dutch was very sore with burn marks on her torso at this point.

It was nighttime and though the market was still bustling, the slaver allowed the slaves in the stalls to get a bit of rest. Dutch seized this opportunity to slouch against the back of the stall and close her eyes. She was so sleep deprived that a weird sort of fatigue had taken hold of her limbs. She felt weak and lame and not at all like her usual self. While she normally would be on the Moira wishing she were back in Red Hook, now she was in some stinking stall wishing she was back on the Moira. She’d even take her glass hairdo back if that was a necessary part of the deal.

Even with the days passing with no sight of friendly faces, though, Dutch hadn’t given up hope. The other people aboard the Moira weren’t the sort who gave up on their friends and, while Dutch had very few friends on the ship, she knew she could count on the kindness of strangers, as well. So as she sat stewing on the muddy floor of the stall, she hoped that the next passerby was one with a familiar face. Perhaps someone with a gun or with deep enough pockets to buy her off of the asshole slaver who kept poking her with that damned cattle prod.

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Of course Trish wasn't going to allow Dutch to become anyone's property! Not in a million fucking years, thank you very much. Was she the best equipped to handle this mission? Possibly not, but she was not going to let that stop her. She had some backup and she was doing this.

She sneaked along the stalls, peeking into all of them to see if she could find Dutch, feeling like a complete and utter shit for not just getting everyone.

Much as she was a fan of peace, she find herself pretty much just wanting to burn this entire place to the ground. With all slaves safely out of it first of course. The slavers could stay though.

Finally she hit the jackpot, signalling to Daisy that they had found someone they were looking for.

"Oh my god, Dutch,"

She hissed, seeing the state the other woman was in.

Daisy was close behind Trish, after all she was the one who would recognize Dutch. She kept an eye out for when the best possible chance was for them to duck inside. She was ready to use her powers if she had to.

Sneaking over to where Trish was, Daisy peered inside. This place was awful. Which wasn't surprising, but it was still terrible to see just how bad these people had it.

"C'mon. We need to get her out now while we have our chance."

Trish was a welcome sight. Dutch sat up straighter, scurrying to the front of the stall. Her voice was hushed. “Bloody hell, you found me!” Her face lit up with a smile for the first time in days, but it faded quickly as her eyes darted around the area, trying to make sure no one knew there was a rescue taking place.

“You have to get me out of here.” She pleaded with Trish and the other woman she didn’t recognize. “If I’m not sold soon I don’t know what they’ll do with me.”

She gripped the bars at the front of the stall with her hands, looking like a convict from an old, black and white movie. Her dirty face was a wash of emotion. Right then the only thing she wanted was to be safe and sound aboard the Moira. Dutch wasn’t sure how they could help her, but she desperately hoped that it was possible.

Trish reached trough the bars to affectionately touch Dutch's cheek for a moment.

"Of course we did."

She turned to Daisy, not sure where they should go from here, only certain that they had to go somewhere, and that they were in a hurry.

"Daisy, any thoughts on how we do this?"

Daisy smiled tightly at Dutch, although it was clear by the expression on her fact that she's already trying to figure out the next step.

"Stand back." Daisy said in warning to both of them, keeping her voice low.

"I'm going to unlock it and we're going to run." And by unlock it she means using her powers. "Can you run?" Daisy asked Trish, who looked pretty bad at the moment.

Dutch smiled at Trish. The two of them weren’t exceptionally close, but if she got back to the Moira she would definitely make a point to be better friends with the woman and pay both of these ladies back in some way. She didn’t have much in the way of material goods, but she’d find something.

At Daisy’s warning, Dutch struggled to get to her feet. She was sorer than she’d realized. It ached to stand up. Still, once she rose to her feet she hurried to the back of the stall to give Daisy room for whatever it was she was going to do.

“Hurry,” Dutch whispered. “He always comes to check on us. Hates leaving us to our own devices.”

Trish stepped away from the gate as well, nodding at Daisy. Yes, they would run. It wasn't as if they had much of a choice here, was it? They might have to help Dutch along, but they would make it work.

Daisy's eyes flickered from Dutch to Trish. Whoever this 'he' was, was not a good person.

"Okay."

Once both of them were out of the way, Daisy used her power. The lock vibrating violently before it shattered. Pulling the door open, Daisy immediately reached out to Dutch.

"Come on."

Reaching out, Dutch grabbed Daisy’s hand and helped herself up. Just as she stood, though, her captor made himself known. He was a messy looking man, fat and dirty and looking like he was overdue for a shave.

“Hey!” He called after the women. Dutch hopped rather than stepping, using Daisy as a sort of support.

“C’mon, we have to get the hell out of here.” Her hopping turned into quick steps as Dutch got her bearings.

"Daisy, you cover us, I'll help Dutch."

Much as Trish would love to be able to kick the shit out of that dirtbag, Daisy was far more qualified than her.

She wrapped an arm around Dutch's waist, giving the other woman something to lean on as she kept pace with her.

Daisy's already thinking the same thing when she hears a male voice yelling at them as he approaches, practically fuming. She lets go of Dutch once Trish has a hold on her.

"Okay. I'll be right behind you guys."

Once she's sure they are okay, Daisy steps towards him and quickly uses her power to send him flying through the air, landing heavily on his back about 100 yards back.

Oops?

No way he'd catch up to them in time, or at least she figured, which is why she does nothing else to him and turns around to catch up to Trish and Dutch.

Hobbling along, Dutch holds onto Trish to keep her balance. She barely even looks back, too thrilled to be out of that damned stall. It feels almost too good to be true to be freed, but she'll take it.

The slaver is too stunned by his fall to even get back up let alone chase after the three women. They're lucky - Their escape has all but been ensured. He's too poor to have any other guards working for him, so there will be no one else chasing after them.

Dutch only looks back to make sure Daisy is coming after them. She smiles when she sees that the other woman is okay. "You two are a godsend."

"I'm glad we found you."

Glad she managed to find someone because she sure as fuck hasn't managed to get her sister out of this hell-pit yet, something she most likely will never forgive herself for.

Daisy smiled tightly when the woman called them a godsend.

"Guess he wasn't expecting that to happen. Are you okay?"

"I am now." Dutch gave a laugh that was somehow lacking in humor. "Thank you. Thank you so, so much. I owe you two a lot."

She hobbled along quickly, eager to get away from the outpost.

"I don't think any of us expected that to happen."

Trish said with dry humour, still holding on to Dutch.

"And you don't owe us anything, Dutch."

Closed to Dutch, Trish, and Daisy!

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