feels like freedom but it tastes like death
DATE: Day 81
CHARACTER(S): Jan Valentine, Lucy/Nyu, anyone that wants to hang out with a vampire on a rampage?
STATUS: Closed until the Jan-and-Lucy/Nyu thread is done, THEN OPEN LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
SUMMARY: The best way to snap out of a funk is with -- you guessed it! Mass homicide!
LOCATION: Cafeteria
It was nice to be out of lockdown, yeah, for sure. Nice to be away from the new roommate, nice to be out of the room that smelled like goddamn death all the time. This whole fucking ship smelled like death, though. First Big Red, who Jan couldn't do anything for even though he should have been there to help, then goddamn Clark, man with super strength and impenetrable skin?
This place was fucked up.
Jan shrugged to himself, continued his slouching stroll down the hall with hands shoved into his pockets. To celebrate being able to leave their rooms again, Jan had figured he may as well go get cake with the happy fucker. Nyu-sometimes-Lucy. She had to be sad too, didn't she? Sweet kid, as foreign as the words were for Jan to think. Didn't deserve shit like this.
Course, neither did Jan. He'd have to do something about that.
He shouldered open the door to the cafeteria, looked around for that weird-ass bright pink hair, and headed toward it once he'd spotted it. A grin crawled over his face. "Sup, chickie?"
[[ooc: the jan-and-lucy/nyu thread's done! COME ON IN AND FROLIC.]]
CHARACTER(S): Jan Valentine, Lucy/Nyu, anyone that wants to hang out with a vampire on a rampage?
STATUS: Closed until the Jan-and-Lucy/Nyu thread is done, THEN OPEN LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
SUMMARY: The best way to snap out of a funk is with -- you guessed it! Mass homicide!
LOCATION: Cafeteria
It was nice to be out of lockdown, yeah, for sure. Nice to be away from the new roommate, nice to be out of the room that smelled like goddamn death all the time. This whole fucking ship smelled like death, though. First Big Red, who Jan couldn't do anything for even though he should have been there to help, then goddamn Clark, man with super strength and impenetrable skin?
This place was fucked up.
Jan shrugged to himself, continued his slouching stroll down the hall with hands shoved into his pockets. To celebrate being able to leave their rooms again, Jan had figured he may as well go get cake with the happy fucker. Nyu-sometimes-Lucy. She had to be sad too, didn't she? Sweet kid, as foreign as the words were for Jan to think. Didn't deserve shit like this.
Course, neither did Jan. He'd have to do something about that.
He shouldered open the door to the cafeteria, looked around for that weird-ass bright pink hair, and headed toward it once he'd spotted it. A grin crawled over his face. "Sup, chickie?"
[[ooc: the jan-and-lucy/nyu thread's done! COME ON IN AND FROLIC.]]