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Nightshift 38: Entry Room

Jan 27, 2009 18:30

[from here]The Entry Room was a lot like he remembered it, or at least, a lot like what he remembered from when he'd run into Clark here on his first night. Admittedly most of what he remembered was dark, blurred from speed, and full of argument but this was a lot like that. Just without the blurring and the arguments ( Read more... )

asch, albedo, meche, zex, homura, batman, donna, kio, juri, teisel, mello, the flash

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sheisthecause January 27 2009, 16:39:13 UTC

She'd been praying that no one would come through this way.

Meche was standing just in front of the doorway out, waiting. Her limbs were tense from having been poised to move for so long already. Well, she'd better suck it up. There was a lotta night left to go, and she couldn't let her guard down even for a second. Nobody was getting through that door.

No matter what she had to do to ensure that.

She heard movement and jerked her head up--men's voices, talking quietly, from the opposite entryway. A short time later, more footsteps and another light. Damn. Three of them at once.

"Sorry," she said, loud enough for all of them to hear her. "But I don't want any of you anywhere near this door. Please leave now."

gothamnight January 28 2009, 03:24:05 UTC

Bruce was silent as they entered, taking in the desks and the chairs, the darkened shades of the walls and floor. It wasn't so much the darkness as a lack of light that stripped the colors from their surroundings, and even while he picked out the outlines of the two file room doors from the blacks and grays Bruce was feeling less and less optimistic as each and every second ticked by.

Because what made Bruce tense up immediately after entering wasn't the darkness. Or the loudness of Wally's voice that seemed to hang in the dense air after he spoke.

They had company.

There was a girl that entered with him, but Bruce wasn't watching her. The focus of his attention now was a woman: roughly about 5'5" or 5'7", in her early thirties. Large handgun in her hand, but not a model Bruce had seen before. There wasn't a great deal of light, but his eyes were adjusting. What he could see and hear from the woman's voice and body language told him all he needed.

'Sleep studies.' Right."We won't take long," Bruce said slowly, gentle and ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 28 2009, 03:54:04 UTC

Wally jerked his flashlight up in surprise as the voice rang out; he'd completely failed to notice that there was someone else in the room when he'd entered which, come to think of it, was kinda like his first night here too. At least this time he hadn't run into them head on or anything.

The beam of the light showed him that he was facing... an older woman in a suit and heels. Sure she had a pretty big gun as well, but even here he was fairly fast, which meant he was harder to hit even with a gun. Man, for a minute there he'd been worried it was going to be something hard to handle.

Bruce still seemed to think it was something to be worried about though, but Wally was feeling more relieved. A fight was something that didn't require him to spend all his time worrying about what to do or say; a fight was just hitting things, which he was more than capable of. Not that he really wanted to just start punching the woman facing them now, but if it did come to that, then he was sure he could handle it without even breaking a sweat ( ... )

sheisthecause January 28 2009, 04:27:51 UTC

If she'd had the luxury of being rational tonight, Meche might have been okay with that. They said they'd just be a moment. They said they were leaving. They weren't anywhere near the front door, at least not for the moment. Maybe they really weren't trying to get out.

But she couldn't stake Manny's life on it. Especially not after the doctors had warned her that other patients would say anything to try to get past her. She had to get them out of there, back to their rooms, fast.

"Not good enough, pal," she said to the man who had spoken, her voice sharper and higher than it had been a moment ago. They could probably hear that note of desperation growing in it, but she didn't care. If it told them she was serious, so much the better. She started gesturing with the sproutella gun, just in case they still weren't getting the picture. "I'm not taking any chances! Get back to your rooms, nowMeche felt her body starting to panic and tried to slow her breathing. What was wrong with them? Why the hell didn't they just get out of there? ( ... )

gothamnight January 28 2009, 09:07:40 UTC

On a better night perhaps Bruce would have commented on the fact Stark's "real" name bore so strong a resemblance to the Spanish word for "watermelon," but now he gave it barely any thought. Instead, he took his eyes off the woman to stare sharply and briefly at Wally's expression, marking the confidence he saw there. This was the Batman's first time working with the Flash, and all that the man'd shown him since yesterday, among other things, was a cocky, sometimes dangerous impulsiveness and lack of forethought.

Still, he didn't have many options right now. The Flash did say that he had some of his powers here; reluctant as Bruce was to admit it, even with his own skill and experience factored in, without the suit or any tools, the man with superpowers had a higher chance of survival in dealing with the woman ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 28 2009, 11:26:09 UTC

Wally caught the warning in the sharp look Bats shot at him, but really, he was more than capable of dealing with one person with a gun. He could handle more on his lunch break. Hell, he did handle more on his lunch breaks back home, not to mention there'd been plenty of times the bad guys had decided to see if the Flash was really fast enough to dodge bullets. Or lasers. Or whatever else they were packing these days ( ... )

sheisthecause January 28 2009, 16:50:21 UTC

They were still standing there. Just talking. Did they think this was a goddamned cocktail party or something?! "I'm not playing around!" Meche shouted. "You don't think I'll shoot you? Then just keep standing around! But you'd better save your breath, because you're not going to be taking too many more of them!" Her voice was still strained to the breaking point, but there was a terrible ring of authority in it at the same time. She swung her gun arm up and pointed the barrel straight at them ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 28 2009, 23:23:33 UTC

He'd been expecting her to shoot at him, though he'd still hoped that she wouldn't. Not for his own safety, though he had to admit that with how his powers were he was in a lot more danger than he was used to, but because it would have meant that she didn't really want to hurt them. Then he might have been able to get the gun away from her and convince her to stand down without having to hurt her ( ... )

sheisthecause January 29 2009, 04:37:19 UTC

The entry room was dark, but not so dark that she couldn't see the flowers starting to burst into bloom around his leg. Brilliant orange marigolds sprouted out of the thickening vines. It was like watching a nature video at dozens of times its normal speed. It looked like it hurt, too ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 29 2009, 05:14:41 UTC

There was just no way that Wally was going to let himself get beaten up by plants of all things, but the more he tried to pry them loose, the tighter they seemed to wrap around him and in the end he was forced to give up for the time being. They were already tight enough around his thigh that it was going to make moving difficult, and if he wasted his time fighting off the plants then the woman with the plant gun was going to end up shooting someone else ( ... )

sheisthecause January 29 2009, 05:42:41 UTC

She should've known he wouldn't give up that easily. He was coming at her again, a little off-kilter now but still unnervingly fast. Fortunately for Meche, he was also close, which meant that she felt pretty good about her chances of hitting him. She fired again, trying to aim for his other leg before he could close in on her. Then she tried to get back from him, but she only had so much room to maneuver here--she had to keep her body between him and the door.

"I think you mean 'to make you leaf," she shot back. "But keep coming, tough guy. They say redheads look good in green."

That hint of desperation was still there, but it was being overwhelmed by anger--and authority. Now that she'd made that decision, fired those shots...Meche felt strangely calm.

scarletspeedstr January 29 2009, 06:08:53 UTC

"Hey, I'm the only one allowed to make bad jokes around here!" Wally snapped in return. First she was shooting him with plants, then she was making jokes even he thought were lame. Well, okay, maybe he wished he'd thought of it first, but he'd never admit that out loud anyway. "And anyway, didn't anyone ever tell you that it's supposed to be a green thumb, not a green gunDamn, she was shooting at him again and at this distance he didn't even have time to try and get out of the way. The dart exploded with a stinging pain on his other leg, causing another fountain of vines and flowers to erupt and begin their desperate plan to make him the first human vine-covered statue. And it was working too, his other leg was having difficulty bending at the knee and he could feel the constant throb as the plants worked to cut off his circulation ( ... )

sheisthecause January 29 2009, 06:44:31 UTC

"Just trying to do my part to make this place a little easier on the eyes. A flower bush right there would be just the thing for the entryway," Meche snapped, but she wasn't quite as cocky this time--sproutella-ed or not, he was on her. She fell backwards under the force of his leap and hit the floor hard. Her hat went flying, sending her cropped hair swishing into her eyes. More importantly, her trigger finger tightened reflexively as she went down; a sproutella dart went wild and slammed harmlessly into the wall. She barely managed to keep her grip on the gun.

Meche tried to skitter backward, completely unsucessfully--this guy was a lot bigger and stronger than she was, and her legs were pinned underneath him. In desperation, she swung her gun arm up and tried to bring the butt of the gun down hard on his head. If she could stun him for a couple of seconds, he might let up enough for her to get back to her feet. "I usually wait until the second date for this kind of thing," she hissed at him.

scarletspeedstr January 29 2009, 07:08:52 UTC

"Didn't you notice? I like to take things fast," Wally managed, though it wasn't exactly easy to joke about stuff when he was trying to avoid getting shot again and trying to get the gun away from her, and all the while the plants were happily keeping his legs from moving properly. Unfortunately she fought pretty well for being smaller and slighter than him, desperation or maybe some kind of drug they might have used giving her strength enough to clock him one with the butt of the gun while he was busy trying to keep a hold of her ( ... )

sheisthecause January 29 2009, 16:31:25 UTC

"Not fast enough!" That wasn't even close to being true; he was a hell of a lot faster than she was and they both knew it. Sometimes you just had to go for the good line.

Meche scrambled to her feet, her back now literally pressed against the door. No time to make a grab for her hat. He was starting to get up, and she was going to end up right back where she'd started--or worse--if she let him. The problem now was that with him right at her feet, she couldn't tell how the sproutella would react to her. So far it seemed to be stopping at one limb, but if she was within range of her own shot, there was nothing to guarantee that the vines wouldn't snake around her own legs and pin her down. She'd just have to try to shoot him somewhere that would keep him down and risk getting away from the door while the sproutella worked ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 30 2009, 00:21:25 UTC

"And here I was trying to take it easy on you," Wally griped. His head still hurt from where she'd hit him with the gun, but he wasn't letting that slow him down much as he started pushing himself to his feet, using what he could reach of the wall to help him get his vine covered legs to cooperate.

And then she shot him again. This really wasn't his night. The dart shattered on his chest this time, overbalancing him and knocking him back down to the floor where he had a front row seat to the rush of vines and vivid orange flowers that took hold there, wrapping around his torso faster than even he could try and get them off. There was one advantage though, as he was close enough that the crazy plant-gun lady couldn't get away in time before something caught her leg and tripped her ( ... )

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