Brian Coltrane
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*No movement comes from the inert Coltrane; there is no reaction to Chet's moves*
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"GAH! You @#&*...."
*With the last punch to the ribs, the air seems to leave the black-clad Coltrane, and his body jerks with the spike of pain that bolts through him.*
*There is no movement, except the slow, rolling tilt of the head to the side, a lock of brown hair falling over the temple. The dark eyes seem to lose focus, and they close shut.*
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*Absorbs the blow to the ribs with a pained grunt, and does not dodge the sharp blow to the face. Instead, lashes out with left arm, grabs Chet's right forearm, twisting it and hauling Chet forward with a mighty tug. As Chet is jerked forward, unleashes a heavy, right cross across the Duke's jaw. There is no time for the Duke to react as a second punch is hammered into his gut.*
*With this statement made, releases Chet and shoves him away forcefully, dancing back from the Duke's reach.*
"You've...been practicin'...." *speaks between clenched teeth, sucking in oxygen* "But I ain't lived this long by accident. Get the hell out of here...before I do sometin' I regret."
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*grits teeth* "Duke....you got a lot to learn...."
*Cannot move much due to headlock. Struggles to move forward, but is held fast. That leaves one, risky option.*
*Suddenly propels legs backwards, driving body back into Chet. Hooks one leg behind Chet's ankle, sweeps it forward and out from under the surprised Duke, shoving own body backwards at the same time.*
*175 lbs. of Coltrane lands backwards on top of Chet Duke, who hits the ground hard.*
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*rolls away, scrambles to feet, gives a hard cough before speaking* "No man....I coulda landed that elbow somewhere else! But considerin' there's genteel folk in this town....I cut you a break."
*coughs again, pacing unsteadily* "You satisfied yet? Nobody needs stiches, so we'd probably both get off the hook with a fine and a day's community service."
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*head snaps back with the blow, takes a couple of fast steps backwards, catching balance. Resumes circling, pacing faster, dark eyes glaring*
"Naw, you ain't like any Duke I evah met. Dukes fight for a cause. You fight for the hell of it. "
*pushes up sleeves on black jacket* "You been sayin' how you were gonna get me for a long time. You been walkin' on my shadow for months. And I'll only look over my shoulder so many times, before I decide that some threats can't be ignored anymore. We could have been friends, man....but hell....have it your way."
*with that, suddenly pivots in place, spins body around, and lashes out with a leg sweep to knock Chet's feet out from under him. As Chet goes down, the attack is followed through with a fast drop with one aimed elbow, which is planted directly in Chet's abdomen, driving the air out of him.*
*Keeps elbow in Chet's gut* "That could have been worse, but I'm just tryin' to get your attention. Ready to call it even, Duke?"
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"Nah, you called this venue, and I'm stickin' with it. Right here in the middle of town is fine with me. Besides, we fought in the Boar's Nest once before, and I kicked yer posterior."
*continues slowly circling opponent* "You realize, of course, that the winner of this thing is probably gonna get thirty days or more. The loser might get a nice floral arrangement. "
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*looks around town square* "Dammit, Chet. You want to fight right in front of the Hazzard County Sheriff's Department? Why don't you wear a big sign on yer back that says "bust me" ? Be just as effective. Save you a black eye, too. "
*squares shoulders, letting black jacket hang open. Paces around Chet, keeping both dark eyes fixed on the enemy Duke.* "What's with you, anyway? Most Dukes are happy to milk goats and husk corn. Weren't you any good at that ?"
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Chet, you crosseyed tomcat, I ain't got nothin' to prove to the likes of you. But I don't back down from a challenge from nobody. Especially a Duke.
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As soon as MacGyver was back on solid ground, Brian let out a long breath. "Whew! For a minute there, I had the sinkin' feeling we were gonna be in over our heads."
Brian turned to thank the Duke and Coltrane combo that had arrived on the scene in the nick of time. He smiled at Daney and MaryAnne. "I'll give Hazzard County this much. Everybody's got good timin'! My thanks to ya both. Without y'all, we woulda been sunk."
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Brian gave MacGyver a mistrustful glance. "What the hell, you magically show up in the middle of the woods holdin' an umbrella, like Mary @#%&* Poppins. And after what your evil twin put me through in the past, and considerin' how I ended UP in the middle of this overgrown swamp, courtesy of two Duke females and a roll of duct tape... "
The cold rain continued to pelt down as Brian regarded Mac. Despite everything, this was the only ticket back to town, and it made no sense to refuse the offer. Anything beat wandering around in the wilderness for days on end.
"All that bein' said, yes I would like a ride back to civilization. But I'll settle for Hazzard. You headin' that way?"
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"Hey, *I* wasn't the one who blew up the @#&! Boar's Nest!!"
Brian watched the car speed off, chucking a rock at it half-heartedly. For the life of him, he would never figure out Duke females as long as he lived. First they come to his aid, then they offer lectures on social conciousness, and finally, all else failing, they kidnap him and take him on a one-way trip to God's forsaken country, otherwise known as the Hazzard County woods and swamp district.
"Gah. I have no idea where the hell I am...last I knew, I was havin' a beer at the Boar's Nest, Chet attacks me, so I vow the typical revenge such an occassion calls for...and now, everythin's literally blown up and I'm freakin' lost."
With a sharp sigh, Brian put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked down the narrow dirt road. The thick woods that surrounded him gave no hint of what direction to take, and trusting to Coltrane luck was all he could do.
"Ya know," Brian spoke to himself aloud, "There's only thing that could make this worse...."
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"Friends and families? What the hell, Daney, you about to sell a telephone callin' plan?"
Brian walked over and yanked the darts out from the dart board. "Some things never change. It's nice that y'all want peace, but there's only so many sneak attacks a man can put up with, and mah number on that is pree-cisely zero."
*whips darts one at a time to imbed them into the wall behind the bar, lining them up in a neat row, the darts punctuating the words...*
"I'm....gonna....skin...Chet...Duke...ALIVE!"
This being said, Brian walked towards the front door, and added, "That ugly cuss has crossed me for the last time."
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Take what road you need to take, Vicki. Remember, tho', for every road that leads out of Hazzard, there's another one that leads back.
Good luck, Red.
Brian
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*draws a breath of smoke, speaks without looking at Daney* "Hilery didn't do nothin' wrong. I'm a bad guy...this kinda thing is always gonna happen to me. Somebody is always gonna remember that I ain't supposta be trusted...."
*taps cigarette into ashtray* "Every now n' then I fool myself, that's all."
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*finishes washing hair in kitchen sink, accepts towel from MaryAnne*
"Damned if my fatal charm didn't overpower somebody again. "
*fluffs hair with towel, finger combs it into place, one lock of bangs falling over temple* "Good thing I didn't ask Kristy to the barn dance. Sheesh, it ain't like all these backwater romances are published in the Sunday paper! I tell ya cousin, city life was a lot less complicated in some respects..."
*walks out of Boar's Nest kitchen, and pointedly ignores the giggling. Takes a seat at the end of the bar and lights a cigarette, keeping cool....*
*...but burning inside.*
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*gives a sideways grin at MaryAnne* "Uh huh. I'm a fearsome image, sittin' here with this rootbeer float."
*stirs it around with a drinking straw, taking a noisy slurp* "I ain't been scarin' Kristy away, either. And my enemies have left town...so here I am, behavin' myself."
*looks over at Kristy and winks*
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While all this was going on, Brian was enjoying a cold beer and the sight of the local scenery at the Boar's Nest. Daisy and her friend Maybell were playing a game of pinball, and they were laughing and shrieking at the machine as it once again, cut the silver ball straight down the middle to be untouched by the flippers.
He was considering walking over there and giving the girls some pointers, but the the wary eyes of Bo and Luke were watching him. Brian grinned into his beer. He usually didn't fight with the Duke boys when MaryAnne had night patrol. No, he saved the fights for the nights MaryAnne was waitressing here. It was sort of a tradition.
He pondered that thought a moment. There was a day once, long ago, where he had walked into the Boar's Nest and felt out of place in it, the feel of the Boar's Nest so different from that of his old hangout in Atlanta. But now he felt a part of it, and the town had more or less gotten used to him.
Though to be sure, there were a few folks who probably wouldn't mind seeing his permanent exit, with his black jacket nailed to the wall as a hunting trophy.
Brian chuckled to himself at the thought. Personally, the idea of Luke's blue plaid shirt, or Bo's trademark yellow, being nailed up on the wall as a public scorecard would be pretty damn funny. "Khee!"
But there was no malice in Brian's heart with the Dukes; only the ongoing rivalary which was a part of Duke and Coltrane nature. It was with a spirit of geniune helpfullness that Brian got up from his table and walked over to Daisy and Maybell by the pinball machine. They had run out of quarters, and it was too early in the night for the fun to stop.
"Allow me," he said to them, producing his car keys from his pocket. He jammed a key into the pinball machine's quarter slot and jiggled it, and the machine dinged to life, fresh for another game. "Khee! There ya go!"
Daisy gave a little gasp at the sneaky trick; Brian's tactics would have been better appreciated with the gift of an honest quarter. Maybell, however, was looking at Brian with open admiration. She was, after all, a Hogg, and appreciated talent like that.
Such was the idle occupation of Brian's time, that he had no idea what was happening to the rest of Hazzard at that moment. He had no idea that an enemy was at work against people he'd come to know as friends...
(character note: will be out of town until late Monday night - MaryAnne has authority to speak for me in the meantime. See ya then!)
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"Gah. Daney, that IS the joke....it's whatcha call a one-liner. Here, let's see if ya get the next one."
*takes two peanuts from basket, and stands them up on the bar*
"Two peanuts were walkin' down the street...one was a salted."
*pauses* "KHEE! Like 'assaulted', but they're peanuts, ya get it? Heh...."
*seeing that his punch lines weren't getting any better, Brian tossed the two peanuts into Daney's beer* "Hell, I dunno, maybe they drowned instead."
(character note: will be outta town till Monday night - MaryAnne can answer for me, or y'all can hold that thought, whichevah!)
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The sight of the Mac and Gillian grabbing Daney and moving her to the cliff had froze everything in Brian's heart, silencing the beat for a long moment when it looked like the assassin team would be taking Daney with them on their final, desperate move.
The fact they had spared her, shocked him. Perhaps there had been an understanding between captor and captive after all...but it was no more. Mac and Gillian wouldn't have the opportunity that Brian himself had, for a different life. They had come to the kind of end that all criminals expected for themselves; a choice between prison and death. Brian understood Mac's choice...and somewhere inside, he regretted it, despite everything.
These thoughts were interrupted by the note Mac had dropped before his death; the clue to the employer behind it all. The note contained one name, and it damned the person it accused.
Worse, it was halfway believable.
With a hard sigh, Brian looked at Val. The Game Warden would never have wanted anyone's blood, he knew, but Brian had a knack for getting on people's nerves, hers included. And if Val had thought she was doing the right thing to protect Daney, or the Dukes, or to keep Hazzard County beautiful....
Brian turned away and walked a few steps alone, knowing MaryAnne's day wasn't getting any easier.
(character's note: I'll be elsewhere until Monday night - MaryAnne has authority to speak for me till I'm back. See ya then!)
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Brian turned and looked at Daney. "The beer can be improved, but the clientel can't. KHEE!" With a grin, he dunked a peanut into Daney's beer.
Her slightly pensive mood, however, didn't go unnoticed. Dukes tended to come and go abruptly in Hazzard - and Brian couldn't blame them, given their usual gift for running into the wrong people - like himself - but there was something odd in her behavior. Then again, she was a Duke...but still.
Brian tried a joke to cheer her up. "Hey, Daney. This horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says, 'Why the long face'?'
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*Considers the peanut adrift in beer mug* Hmmm. *raises mug, drinks beer, along with peanut*
*sets down glass, and with exaggerated drawl, says....* Why, cousin...ah do bah-lieve you've improved the beer in this place. Khee!
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At MaryAnne's words, Brian slowly walked near the edge of the cliff, studying the flaming wreckage. The whoosh of the crackling flames and the hiss and pop of the burning patrol car was the only sound for several moments. The acrid smoke billowed to the sky, marking the end of the pursuit with grim finality.
The identity of whomever hired Mac and Gillian to begin with, would never be known.
Brian stared at the scene for a long time, his dark eyes brooding. He wasn't proud of the idea that he and his clan had chased two people to their deaths, but as MaryAnne said, this was the path the pursued had chosen.
An uneasy feeling was prickling at the back of Brian's neck. Were the secrets Mac gaurded worth certain death, when there was always that slim chance of escape? Why did it end this way? Why hadn't Mac turned the patrol car around and come back at them head-on, or any other dozen strategies that could have won their escape? Mac was armed, he could have also slowed down and let MaryAnne get close enough, and then turned and fired a decisive bullet....
Backing away from the cliff, Brian turned around and scanned the area, not sure what his criminal instincts were telling him. He could be wrong...
....but just in case, he felt it was best not to linger at the scene. Brian took a last look at the wreckage and the plume of smoke, which rose black and heavy to blot the sun. "Farewell, Mac," he said quietly, knowing it wouldn't be heard.
Brian turned towards MaryAnne, his voice speaking low. "Cousin, let's get outta here..."
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MaryAnne's fine-tuned rant made Brian smile. He couldn't remember the last time she had worked up such a righteous wrath against somebody, and he was glad not to be the one getting chased right now.
He watched the road shrink between Maverick and the fleeing stolen patrol car. Boss Hogg used cheap parts and skimped on maintenance on those squads, while MaryAnne kept Maverick in top running shape. The odds, Brian knew, were with the posse. Mac and Gillian were outnumbered, and possibly in an unreliable patrol car, and were trying to escape from MaryAnne, Rosco, Duke's, who were all in their own home territory.
There was a fleeting sympathy Brian felt for the pursued; he knew what it felt like. But it didn't stop him from wanting to see Mac face-down in the dirt. Or strung up from a tree. Or eaten alive by ravenous coyotes. Or hit broadside with a truck. Or thrown into a snake pit. Or drawn and quartered using four very slow tractors.
"Khee, you @#$%&*," Brian muttered at the fleeing car. Be it called backwoods southern justice or revenge, hell's invoice was going to be paid.
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*At the touch of the boot, there is no immediate reaction. It's not until Chet is done speaking that the black-clad Coltrane suddenly rolls completely to side, reaches out with both hands to snag Chet's leg, and bodily hauls him down to hit the earth.*
"KHEEHAAAAAA! Happy landings, Chet! Just when you were gettin' smug. KHEEHAHA!"
*springs to feet and scrambles back, holding out palms, still chuckling* "Awright, I could have stood over ya with a boot aimed at your adam's apple, but I think we've proved enough to each other. Wanna call it even while we can both walk?"