Closed to Dutch, Trish, and Daisy!

[curiousnotmalicious]

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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[curiousnotmalicious]

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.”

[notpatsy]

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.

[morethan084]

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."

[curiousnotmalicious]

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.

[notpatsy]

"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.

[morethan084]

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.

[curiousnotmalicious]

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."

[notpatsy]

"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.

[morethan084]

Daisy smiled tightly when the woman called them a godsend.

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

[curiousnotmalicious]

"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.

[notpatsy]

"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."