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Watching the people get lairy/ Is not very pretty I tell thee

Mar 04, 2011 13:06

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works

( Walking through town is quite scary/And not very sensible either )

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For Selina! improvesmorale March 5 2011, 22:24:55 UTC

The Narrator had been homeless for the last three days. He looked it with those bloodshot, tired eyes, that minimal stubble, that sweat (and blood) caking his clothing. In the end, he didn't look much different from his first days in the City, stumbling around in a half-dazed stupor, bleeding on every surface he passed by, grasping for reality wherever he could take it. This time, though, he wasn't half dead, but living. Every part of him was living like he had never lived before.

And he hated it. That anger pushing through his skin. Refusing release no matter what he did. No matter how much he ruined. He put his fist through a glass window and the sirens wailed and cried and even though he couldn't stop shaking with rage, even though he couldn't keep himself from hitting into it again, he wasn't saved.

meowminx March 6 2011, 01:44:05 UTC

There had been riots before and there would probably be more before too long. And Selina did what she normally did in these situations: damage control. Helping the people who couldn't fight back.

Some of them were fighting back this time, though. Fueled by a fury that had to be artificial. She learned quickly to pick her battles. She didn't like hurting people who were out of control because of someone or something else.

And it was on the streets she spotted a familiar face. One who looked much like he had the first time she'd seen him.

"Jack?"

improvesmorale March 6 2011, 03:21:39 UTC

At the sound of her voice, he wheeled around, his expression shifting from bewilderment, to recognition, to a mask of ugly, violent hatred. Selina. She stepped into his life and reminded him of what it would be like if Tyler weren't there. The promise of his own life. The promise of control. And it was all fake. It was all a lie. Her cold eyes were misfiring cells in his brain.

She wasn't here to save him.

He didn't want to be saved.

He tore himself away from the window. He couldn't feel the glass in his hand, but it didn't matter. For now, he watched her, sucking angry breaths between his teeth. He could power a whole windmill, the way he breathed.

meowminx March 6 2011, 03:25:33 UTC

"You okay?" She'd have to be blind to not know the answer to that. Selina didn't know if he was ever fine, but he was a lot further away than usual. What would whatever the hell was happening to people do to someone who was already unbalanced?

"You're bleeding."

improvesmorale March 6 2011, 03:45:20 UTC

"I'm always. Fucking. Bleeding." His words were eerily flat as he watched her, now taking a step forward, now another, now one more. He rubbed his hand along the side of his shirt, trailing blood and bits of glass, digging out and pushing in what was already inside him.

meowminx March 6 2011, 03:49:31 UTC

She held her ground, of course. Everything she'd faced in her life, he wasn't frightening in the least. Still, he was a friend, wasn't he? In an odd sort of way.

"It does seem to be a running theme with you, yes." As calm as he wasn't.

improvesmorale March 7 2011, 03:09:14 UTC

He gave a laugh that sounded more like a quick exhale, the way it pushed out his mouth, and stepped forward again. God. All of his muscles were wound up, pulled tight, stretching and screaming and he needed to reign them in. He needed to harness that. "You don't know the half of it."

She would never know, and that was infuriating, that was what he didn't need to think about. Before he knew it, he was throwing his fist at her head. Like he himself could beat that into her.

meowminx March 7 2011, 03:16:01 UTC

"Hey!" She sidestepped the fist with with the kind of grace found in those who did so on a daily basis. Fists and blades and bullets. A punch from a normal human? Really just an annoyance.

And annoyed she was. "Calm down," she said, an edge creeping into her voice. She didn't expect it to work. Whatever was affecting people, it was unlikely words would sway things.

improvesmorale March 10 2011, 03:54:25 UTC

And it didn't work. Of course it didn't work.

The second after she dodged his punch, the Narrator was throwing himself at her, shoulder first, in an effort to knock her over with his own wretched body if not his bleeding mess of a fist. His hands fumbled for her shoulders. He would drag her down. He would make her pay for everything she couldn't do for him.

meowminx March 10 2011, 05:16:12 UTC

She saw him coming and braced herself rather than dodging again. The impact forced her back a few steps, but she stayed on her feet, fingers digging into his upper arms. The claws a little bit too.

"Stop it." Starting to get angry herself, but his rage was on a whole other level.

improvesmorale March 17 2011, 04:37:56 UTC

He didn't feel any claws, couldn't feel any claws, but oh how he thrashed. How he snarled. With his hands caught, he shot out a knee, aiming to hit her in the gut. He was long beyond words.

meowminx March 17 2011, 06:29:19 UTC

She took the blow. She was used to it. And as much as she hated to, she pulled back and slugged him with a vicious right cross. Whatever was wrong with him, with everyone, he needed to stop.

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