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And the skin you call your home holds a heart that quits

Nov 09, 2009 17:21

((OOC: Sorry for all the new posts this one is necessary though. -_-))

Robin Rice has finally made it back to the hotel. It took longer than he anticipated but his brain isn't exactly functioning at its peak at the moment. He has a large bottle of pills to take two times a day. They make it difficult to care about much though he can still manage a ( Read more... )

martha jones, rachel dawes, josef soltini, medusa, wes gannon, danny smalls, elizabeth jules, desmond descant, francis barnam, dusty baker, amity mackenzie, robin rice, farley claymore, babel, luke roberts, phoebe donovan, john dorian (j.d.)

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neveravictim04 November 10 2009, 08:55:19 UTC

Medusa is exhausted. And sore. Her bare feet are squishy with pillowing blisters - at this point she no longer feels them. She has no idea what is up with this Chicago place, but it's not good. She's beginning to wonder if maybe her old world was better.

Because - the itching and the monsters and the sores and the fire and all the bodies and how can people not believe in the Gods here with things like this? It's amazing, and disturbing, and while she's done her best, it still doesn't feel like enough. There are some new interesting stone sculptures in Chicago, but ... it was so hard to tell if they were good creatures or not.

That would explain the gashes and purpleness covering the right side of her face, the fist-sized bloody hole in her shoulder that's just starting to heal around the edges, and her rather pronounced limp. Something might be broken, she's not sure.

Medusa finally realized it was time to go home. That these - things were over for now. And so she headed in the direction she thought the Conrad was. It took her a ( ... )

smithnjones November 11 2009, 05:50:47 UTC

Martha steps around the corner with the gun in her hand though she's careful to keep it close to herself. She doesn't want to scare anyone if they're not in need of scaring. Chicago has taught her not to take chances, however, so she steps around the corner with her hand wrapped tightly around the gun ( ... )

neveravictim04 November 11 2009, 06:20:55 UTC

Medusa's nails dig a little deeper into the wall when she hears a voice speaking her name. Over the last few days, when she has been able to drop off at all, she has been dreaming and for a moment -

Then she looks, realizes who it is. And her face breaks into an enormous grin. "Martha Jones. You are safe." Medusa's kind of forgotten there's anyone else in Chicago with special powers equipping them to deal with - with all this. Now she remembers and laughs at herself. "I was so worried for you."

And others. Medusa's smile is gone now, and her head falls slightly ( ... )

smithnjones November 11 2009, 08:22:00 UTC

Martha smiles at her when Medusa grins. It's nice to see that. Happiness. So many people are walking around as if the world had ended with all the dead in the street, the grime, the pain still left in so many hearts. It's a great relief to see even a moment of joy ( ... )

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idk. kittens. -_- destroytheother November 10 2009, 16:50:26 UTC

Josef has been looking for Elizabeth, not that he'll admit it. Their dynamic has changed drastically and it weighs heavily on him the moments he allows himself to taste the guilt. The man loathes the guilt. The demon is fueled by it.

He sits next to her wordlessly, hesitantly--distance, keeping distance, safety in the gap--as if he'll be scorched by the ground below.

Josef fails to understand why people seek refuge in a church.

God doesn't exist. And if by some miracle he does, he has long since stopped listening.

"Shouldn't be alone out here."

Not that she is any safer with him.

XD ilu and your kittens :| pplrunincircles November 11 2009, 08:47:55 UTC

Elizabeth jumps at the sound of his voice, at the words that hang in the air still. Her heart rockets in her chest. She hadn't noticed him sit down which seems silly. Maybe if it had been a stranger, it would make more sense as to how he could sit down and she wouldn't notice that she was no longer alone. It's not a stranger though. It's him. And how could she not have noticed ( ... )

~but will you date my avatar? destroytheother November 12 2009, 01:01:20 UTC

Self-hatred is something Josef is comfortably used to. He should wonder why all the self-loathing exists inside his heart when he feels so justified in doing what he does, but Josef doesn't stop long enough to ask himself. The problem with questions is they have their answers.

The answer to Elizabeth's question at the moment seems laughable. Because it's not safe.

He asks something else instead. "What are you doing here?"

He has no idea why he's there.

(He ignores the twinge inside his stomach that let's him know otherwise.)

she's a STAR pplrunincircles November 12 2009, 02:39:34 UTC

Elizabeth keeps her gaze on her knees as her breath hitches in her throat and she bites her lower lip. She can't say the truth. I'm asking forgiveness for us both. Me for not telling. You for everything bad you've ever done. She swallows and slips her hands on top of her knees squeezing as if it will help her hold on- hold on to something ( ... )

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francis_barnam November 11 2009, 23:11:57 UTC

Francis does not like drugs.

Wait. Scratch that. Francis does like his alcohol. But anything else? Not his cup of tea at all. And when he's just walking down the street, through the rubble, and then it suddenly all disappears, he has to wonder who put what in his food and when so he can make sure that they don't have the ability to do it again.

So he stands there for a moment, staring blankly at the seemingly perfect buildings around him.

"What. The. Fuck."

sensi_doctor November 12 2009, 02:48:46 UTC

It is human nature to stop and stare at something that another human is stopping and staring at especially when they have such an odd expression. JD stops his walking and stares at the building though it seems perfectly find to him. Maybe he's missing something. Maybe it's like one of those picture puzzles where a person has to look at it just the right way and pull back slowly and on and on.

"Uh...."

He tilts his head the opposite way.

"What is it?"

francis_barnam November 12 2009, 02:57:46 UTC

Francis did not expect someone to stop and question his questioning. He's used to people just going on their merry way even when the town is falling to shit.

What else should they expect when they let demons run free in the town? Of course it's always falling to shit. Not that the plagues were their fault. Although... divine retribution.

He waves at the building in front of him, looking a little annoyed. "That building. Was rubble. Like. Thirty seconds ago."

sensi_doctor November 12 2009, 05:29:59 UTC

JD looks at Francis like he's crazy.

"Uh... I don't know what you're smoking, dude, but it totally wasn't." He looks at the building again. His abilities have been used so much that even an illusion this large only takes a tiny portion of his concentration. "Why would it be rubble anyway? That doesn't make any sense."

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i herd u liek late tagz >.> ornobodywill November 12 2009, 20:48:21 UTC

Mac likes churches and being apart from her ward hurting like hell, be damned, she needs one right now. It's not even a faith thing. She's pretty sure she doesn't believe in God. Churches are just really comforting in the worst of times.

...And isn't this familiar?

She steps out of the church, the music filtering out suddenly louder and clearer for one brief moment, and stares down at Elizabeth blankly. She'd recognize that blonde mess of curls anywhere.

"...Fancy meetin' you here," she says, cautiously looking around as if she's expecting a giant catbeast to show up somewhere.

i dooo. i liek them a LOT. pplrunincircles November 12 2009, 23:49:19 UTC

It takes a moment to register that someone's speaking to her. She lifts her head from her knees and still hasn't registered it exactly, hasn't remembered that there isn't a fist around her throat or a man being torn apart on a floor or hot lips against her collarbone. Elizabeth turns her head and stares for a second before she recognizes who it is and grins.

"Big Mac!" Elizabeth jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around Mac in a tight hug.

Mac gets no choice about this. Almost everyone that Elizabeth has ever met will be attacked with a hug at the joy at seeing and knowing that they're still alive.

It is kind of funny that they always seem to meet in front of churches. An abandoned one and now on filled to the brink.

ornobodywill November 13 2009, 03:30:12 UTC

Mac throws her arms up with a small yowl of surprise (and a yowl is the best description for that noise she made- Mac doesn't make noises like a normal person).

"Heeeey!" She says, taking Elizabeth's shoulders in her hands and holding her out in front of her so she can get a better look at the girl. "Nice to see you again. Hopefully, free of cat monsters, huh? Good to see you still kickin' after the whole plague thing."

pplrunincircles November 13 2009, 04:16:39 UTC

"That was a one time thing," Elizabeth insists with a tiny smile as Mac holds her out to look at her. "Or at least, I hope it was. It's kind of lightning though. You never expect a cat monster to attack you twice. That'd be like defying all the odds in the worst way ever."

The tiny smile grows into a wider one though it feels weird to have a fellow angel take a closer look at her like this. It makes her afraid that Mac will take one look at her and see. See the guilt hidden behind the smile and the dark touch against her heart but that's ridiculous so she shoves those feelings away as best she can.

"It's good to see you, too! Hope the plagues didn't give you too much trouble though I guess that's like saying I hope math isn't too hard on you to me... Plagues are pretty much gonna bring you all the trouble no matter who you are, huh? But you know what I mean. Or I hope you... know what I mean."

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nothingsodivine November 12 2009, 20:57:03 UTC

O hai, Martha. Your fiance herd u lieked giant spiders.

...Actually, Des did not intend to engage a giant spider in an alley beside the Conrad. Spiders the size of dumpsters just... Happen. Sometimes they happen to Des.

At the moment, he is casually working backwards with the revolver pointed at it. There are a few trashcans knocked over on their sides that are proving to be problematic for the spider and Des is just waiting to line up a shot...

...Except he hears footsteps behind him and his initial response is to turn away from the distracted spider and point his gun at the person creeping up behind him.

....And promptly feels very stupid.

"...Hi, Martha."

smithnjones November 13 2009, 01:18:15 UTC

"...well, I can scratch that off my list of things that haven't happened to me yet," Martha says with a slight smirk and a raise of an eyebrow despite the giant fucking spider. "Fiance points a gun at me. Check. Can't say it's as kinky as I'd always hoped, but..."

She moves to be by his side and aims her gun at the thing, too, though she's not sure how affective this is going to be. In sickness and in health, for better or giant spider of doom...

"...I'd really rather not have to toss a grenade in an alleyway next to my hotel."

nothingsodivine November 13 2009, 03:37:22 UTC

Des arches an eyebrow and shrugs. Well, there's always next time...

He turns back towards the giant spider, which is working its way over the trashcans at long last- clearly its not very bright. "One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me where you got those, 'cause I want some." And then, with barely a pause, It might go down with bullets."

He raises his gun and fires a couple of shots at its furry head. It bleeds. It does not actually stop.

"...It might go down with more bullets."

smithnjones November 13 2009, 04:25:16 UTC

"I have black market dealings with a demon named Marco Shultz. Obviously. He gets me my grenades, and in return, I get him his much needed supply of crack cocaine." The snark is rubbing off on her. Or something. "No, I've actually got an army of archangels that live in the basement of my hotel. They don't mind sharing grenades and flame throwers with me."

Martha frowns because she's not so sure. Grenades are much easier than guns. She finds she's favoring them rather a lot but she'll give the bullets a try. It's rather large. It's going to be a bit difficult to fire enough bullets in the correct spot to stop it completely.

She copies Des and fires a few shots in its head as well. For all the good it does.

"...I think we've... managed to anger it. The abdomen might be a better target. Their brains are rather small and more protected than say their underbellies would be, but..." But she'd much rather grenade the sucker than slide under it and fire bullets up its abdomen.

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