01 | holo | location: sanctuary | Remember when you were a madman?

[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra screams and whirls around, gun raised and ready to shoot. He's faced with nothing but bare walls and deafening silence, the cutting sounds of ray guns only a faint memory in his ears. He stares, wide-eyed and breathing harshly, at the spot where moments ago his brother's lifeless body fell to the floor. He's not there. Neither is Korse and

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[visual]

[poisonousparty]

Party has his car parked in an alleyway, staring at his work. He's just finished painting a mural that's taken him the better part of two days to do and a hell of a lot of spray paint--all of it stolen from Extras, of course. Art is comforting, and so he's laying down on the hood of his car, eating one of his last cans of Power Pup. His mask is hanging loosely around his neck because he's alone anyway, so who cares

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[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra stops dead on his tracks when he hears a voice, followed by the tablet on the pedestal flickering to life, showing none other than his brother. He stares for seconds before he almost stumbles over his feet in his haste to get closer. His throat is terribly dry and he swallows hard.

"What." His voice comes out all croaky and Kobra stops, swallows again. How can this be? His eyebrows furrow and all of a sudden his expression is guarded again, not showing a flicker of emotion.

"What kind of bullshit is this?" Kobra hisses, brandishing his gun like it is going to help. What fucking sick trick of BL/nd is this? It's cruel and Kobra wants to smash things, shoot things, anything.

"You've got no right to do this," he whispers, eyes dark. "Stop playing fucking games. You've got no right to pretend to be him."

[visual]

[poisonousparty]

He's seen the look before. Kobra's about to explode, tightly wound and ready to strike. There's a reason the name is so fitting, he thinks, and it only takes him a split second to react.

"No game, Kobra, it's Party," He says automatically, and then pauses to think. Because if Kobra is half as scared as he was when he came here, it's going to take more than a simple verbal reassurance. He gets off the hood of his car and forgets the spraypaint, opening the door and shoving himself in as fast as he can go.

"When you were 7 you saved up your allowance money to buy me a hamster cage for my birthday." That seemed like so long ago. And it was-so very, very long ago. "You gotta believe me, I don't think BL/ind. is the worst thing out there anymore."

[visual]

[goodluck_kobra]

The lines on Kobra's face ease a little, but he still isn't convinced completely. "What pet did I want to have when I was a kid?" He asks, because anyone could find out facts about them. One lucky guess isn't enough.

Despite his suspiciousness, Kobra has grabbed the tablet, eyes glued to his brother's face. He's supposed to be dead, but he doesn't want to believe it. He needs his brother and he wants to give into the hope that he's alive.

"Where are you? Where am I?" he asks, his heart still beating too fast, palms sweaty.

[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla tilted her head to watch the frantic struggles of the hologram on her tablet. It was better than the telly. Her eyes were drawn, just for a moment, to the pulse hammering beneath the tender skin of his throat. But she couldn't. Not yet.

"Do you want a party?" she asked, "Is it your birthday?"

She knew what he was really talking about, though. His clothes weren't the only things that linked him to his brother. He had the same wariness and ferocity.

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[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra starred at the screen and the woman he didn't recognize.

"Who are you?" He snarled, not answering any of her questions. Why could she see him? It made him feel uneasy and Kobra looked up, trying to spot any cameras in the room.

[Visual]

[a_pretty_fire]

The hostility made her smile. He was deliciously caustic. She knew that she'd be able to taste the fire and fizz in his blood and cursed the chip in her head for taking away her fun. One day. One day.

"Drusilla," she answered, "I'm a princess. You're a prisoner."

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[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra huffed. He already disliked her attitude.

"Don't care much for what you are or think you are, tumbleweed," he replied coldly. He sure as hell wasn't a prisoner.

She was strange and Kobra took some more time to look at Drusilla, lips twisted into a frown. "What're you doing here?"

[holo]

[freaks_myword]

At first, Gwen is unfazed by the new arrival. She hears the clunks and clanks of feet and heavy breathing and with that comes the familiar rush of that 'poor sucker' feeling. But then she hears the name and her ears perk up. She slinks over to her Tablet, which is currently resting on the nightstand of her room in the sanctuary.

So Party Poison has a friend back home? Boy really played up the whole loner angle. She'd make sure to jab him about that later. But for now, the curiosity gets the better of her and she swings her feet of the bed. There's desperation in this kid, and she feels she might as well give him an inkling of relief.

"Hey there, stranger. FYI? Your boy Party's here." She wonders if Party's heard the call, wherever the hell he was. "Kidnapped by aliens, blah blah can't get out blah. Enjoy."

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[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra frowns at the screen of the tablet, his lips twisting into an unhappy line.

"Who are you? How do you know Party Poison?" he asks. She might be working for BL/nd, one never knows. What business does she have though, talking about his brother like she knows exactly where he is. They always made a point of making sure they weren't traceable, their location unknown. What is going on with that?

[holo]

[freaks_myword]

Gwen lifts an eyebrow. "He's a friend. Kind of," she answers, purposely upping the vague. She's interested to know who this newcomer is before she gives too much away. She didn't know Party very well, but she knew him a hell of a lot more than this one, and if he and Party didn't turn out to be best buds? She would have Party's back.

"And I'm Gwen." She leans back on the couch, and her explanation is cool and relaxed. "You're in Taxon. It's a city we were brought to with people of all sorts of shapes and sizes." And times and places and dimensions, but let's not give the poor boy a stroke, shall we? "Welcome to the band, honey."

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[goodluck_kobra]

"I highly doubt that, tumbleweed," Kobra replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He knows his brothers friends and this girl isn't one of them. He's never seen her around and she doesn't look like the kind of person they'd hang out with. Sure, they need contacts out in the zones, but they don't make friends.

"Don't lie to me or you're dust," he adds, the lines around his mouth hard.