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We will drown in the deep rivers of blood...

Oct 26, 2009 00:36

At exactly midnight on October 26th, 2009, something that's been lying in wait since Flagg's death earlier in the day grips Chicago tightly. It's been building to this moment all day, a sharp feeling that most will dismiss as anxiety from the television broadcast. It's just leftover trauma- nothing more, nothing less ( Read more... )

peter petrelli, rachel dawes, matoi tsunetsuki, elizabeth jules, elle bishop, conway rankin, metis snow, francis barnam, ruvin, adam monroe, toshiko sato, mat wallace, tay barnam, the doctor (ten), owen harper, the vesmier, katherine kirschenbaum, scout, the doctor in the watch, plot: game-wide, ianto jones, sam winchester, martin raske, elena guerrero, dev and ace caulfield, martha jones, cy, the baron, fitz fitzgerald, dean winchester, plot: ten plagues, rachel conway, mike mcgill, isabelle kozlov, dusty baker, clint white, adrian vela, kittentits, trinity mcfasater, robin rice, chance adams, annabelle martin, buffy summers, tabitha claypool, phoebe donovan, tomei wolf, vincent sterling, daniel faraday, csp-04

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quiettotheend October 27 2009, 22:12:55 UTC

"Well fine," Tabitha says, rolling her eyes at Elizabeth as she drags herself over to the kitchen. "I was trying to be all like, 'You're the guest and everything,' but if you--"

The comment is cut off by a scream. As she'd been talking, she'd gotten out a couple of glasses, going to fill them from the spigot on the fridge. At first she thought she must have cut herself. Or she had a nosebleed. But then she looked down and saw the blood filling the cup.

And screamed, the glass falling to the ground, shattering on the floor. Tabitha just stands there, shaking for a long while. Even if she could move, she doesn't want to cut herself on the glass.

It doesn't take long for Tabitha's mom to rip into the kitchen at the sound of that scream. And all she can see is blood. Everywhere. Panic hits her. The last thing they probably needed right now is a lion with a fiery mane in the kitchen. If Tabitha really had been bleeding to death, it would have helped to have fingers.

"I'm fine, mom, really," Tabitha says after a moment, finally coming to her senses. "It's-- it's not-- mine."

pplrunincircles October 27 2009, 22:58:27 UTC

Elizabeth screams and jumps back when the glass breaks on the floor. Is that- It's not angel or demon blood. It's human. She can tell that much. She's seen them all.

She takes a step forward again, kneeling down by the blood to look at it. Why is it coming from the faucet? She stands and watches as it pours into the drain, reaching over to turn it off.

This is the time where words would be good but she's not sure what to say. Her hands start to shake. She looks from Tabitha to Tabitha's mom. There's a glass of what had been water on the counter as well but that's all thick and red now.

"This isn't- The water's blood."

quiettotheend October 27 2009, 23:13:16 UTC

Tabitha's still shaking, standing barefoot in a puddle of blood. She tries to tell herself time and time again that she's not going to cry, but she sinks to her knees, bile raising in her throat, and glass cutting into her legs. She manages to choke back the vomit once, but the second heave overwhelms her. And then she really starts crying. This is more than embarrassing.

Her mom pads back, not really able to handle with this situation right now, either. Black blood pools out into the red as the cuts on Tabitha's legs start to bleed, but not badly. Honestly, she doesn't even feel the pain.

"What's-- going on?" Tabitha asks, looking over her shoulder at Elizabeth and her mother. She coughs, wanting nothing more than being able to wash her mouth out. Get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. To take a shower and get it off her clothes.

pplrunincircles October 28 2009, 00:15:42 UTC

Elizabeth drops down next to Tabitha, careful to keep her knees out of the glass and blood and vomit. She puts her hand on Tabitha's shoulder.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out, okay? Do you need help up? Maybe you should go lie down for a bit."

She gets to a stand but stays close to Tabitha. Her gaze keeps being drawn by the blood on the floor.

What is it? She has to get to her journal, figure this out, and go out to help people. There must be people dying out there who need her.

quiettotheend October 28 2009, 00:22:30 UTC

"I'm fine," Tabitha says, quite a bit snappier than she meant. She winces at that. Elizabeth's hands are so cold. That's the only reason she's pulling away. That, and she's pushing herself up, trying to focus. She still feels a little wobbly, but that's mostly from the fact that she just puked.

"I just need... something to wash my mouth out," she mumbles, opening the fridge. "And... then I'll clean up. And it'll be fine. Everything's gonna be. I'll be fine. I don't need to lie down. I'll be fine. Fine."

pplrunincircles October 28 2009, 00:31:50 UTC

Elizabeth nods though she looks unsure like she's not sure if she said the wrong thing or what so she stands watching Tabitha open the fridge. She folds her arms over her chest.

"I should... I should probably go," she says quietly, trying to remember where she left her journal.

On the couch? With her coat on the way in? One of the two. She'll find it.

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