Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow; No Tomorrow; No tomorrow...

[devilwentdownto]

After hearing gunshots, Will’s first course of action was to find his gun. Shotgun in hand, he ran out the door, not even bothering to close it behind him. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but those shots were too damned close to be a hunter. He sees a body in the distance and kicks into a sprint.

Blonde hair…

no.

It can’t be Sven.

He denies it

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[thefirststate]

( If he had stumbled across this scene as Will had, he might have tried to take a logical approach to figuring out what had occurred. Though it wasn't hard to figure what might have been the spark that caused this, after all the knot in his stomach is the same he felt that night when he saw Mary dead and arranged at that table like it was all one big joke.

But he didn't, no, instead he had to see Lulu... see his-

The reason is cradling another body only a few steps from him, and just looking at the back of Will's head causes that knot to wind tighter and tighter inside him until the pain of his fingernails breaking the skin of the palm of his hand shakes him out of his fog. Suddenly everything is clearer, but all he can really see is red.

Before he realizes it, he's moving and his hand is shooting out to try and grab at the back of Will's collar. He's intent on dragging the man to his feet, because he will get his answers. )

[devilwentdownto]

He strikes out, thinking this is another threat on Sven. the man is a blur of action, kicking and punching and elbowing. He's not even sure if he's hitting his target.

[thefirststate]

( He had been slightly worried about Will at first, considering the other man is both taller and likely stronger than him. But he knows Will is nothing compared to Alexander, and that helps put his mind in some sort of ease. There's also a blinding difference between them, there always has and he allows himself to take advantage of the other's blind rage and moves, ignoring the pain from the elbow that hits his shoulder blade and the punch that grazes his arm.

Instead he puts his weight behind him and tries to tackle the other back to the ground. )

[devilwentdownto]

He grunts as he hits the ground, the air knocked from his lungs for a time. He coughs raggedly, trying to force his lungs to take air in again.

[theinlet]

[ running out from her apartment in shorty shorts and a tank top she doesn't even notice how cold it is from all the adrenalin rushing through her body. coming upon what she could only describe as sheer chaos she quickly catches sight of a bloodied puddle of pink hair. the world spinning she falls to her knees, not far from sven's own puddle of blood, screaming. screaming like she's never screamed before. spotting will she composes herself to some degree, enough to catch her breath between sobs and scream at him. ]

WHY!? W-WH-WH-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?! YOU MONSTER! YOU MONSTER!

[asmithingisle]

[he takes a long, hard glance at the body, namely the now ruddy tone of the formerly pastel pink hair that's left sticking out. personally, he'd like to thank whoever had the forethought to cover her and save the rest of the family from seeing that gore. it isn't hard to spot Opal, with her screaming, and he comes over, gently coaxing her to stand up before wrapping her in a huge, comforting hug.

he pets her hair gently, unsure of what to say. what is it that you say when your sister's grey matter is sprayed across the pavement?]

[theinlet]

[ standing up slowly her whole body shakes violently as she continues to sob, loosing her breath in between. falling weakly into his arms she uses his body as a support because at the moment she can't even muster the strength to stand. balling up her hands into tight fists she flails against his chest screaming. ]

NO NO NO NO! Why Lulu Zak, why?! Sh-She didn't deserve any of this...

[asmithingisle]

[all he can muster is a shrug in response, at a loss for words at the moment as he attempts to rock her a little. this is really awkward for him, honestly.]
I dunnae, darlin'. If I could tell ye, I could probly bring her back as well. But I don', and I can't. I just... [he sighs.]

I don' understand insult to injury..

[nodorwink]

[ Hardly noticeable in the crowd of people, Ernie stands quietly, staring at Tal, or what's left of her. Some disturbed individual--maybe the person lying next to her--had shot her in her pretty face.

He's seen death before, hundreds of times. He's even seen the death of another city, such as himself. It's never been quite this inhumane, though. It disturbs him more than he thought it could. Maybe what hit him hardest was the fact that she had mentioned something about fighting--or enemies. He didn't quite remember, but she had said something and he should have paid closer attention. Tal was a nice girl. She didn't deserve this. ]

...I should have listened more carefully.

[devilwentdownto]

He's not getting a response from Will, he's too busy cradling his Sven.

[nodorwink]

[ Inching closer. He doesn't want to get in the way, but he's new here and completely ignorant as to what is going on. He approaches the man who seems to be taking this the hardest. ]

Were they important to you?

[devilwentdownto]

He's mah husband.

[hoosier_state]

[He stares at Will, he wants to talk to him, to Sven. But he's to afraid to approach. He doesn't want to look at Sven like this, but the least he can do is return his favor. When he comes back he'll come back he has to after all he did and that girl-

He wants to be there for him. But now, he needs to know, who killed him? He has a sneaking suspicion who it might be.

So he lifts the tarp.

And he's right, she's almost unrecognizable, but he doesn't know anyone else with such unnatural hair.

...He checks to make sure nobody's looking, then he spits on what's left of her face.]

[devilwentdownto]

Will hasn't even noticed he's there. He's returned to rocking Sven's still body. His eyes are dead of emotion though, not even tears are left to fall. His face is a bloody mess, his nose is useless.

[hoosier_state]

[He, frankly, doesn't care. You're just a useless statue holding his friend's body.

But he has a little more sense than to call him on his uselessness.]

H-He'll be fine. I promise.

[devilwentdownto]

He didn't see you helping.

Should've let 'im go out.

[sowonia]

[hearing the commotion, Megan leaves the house still in her house shoes, and a little underdressed to say the least. she backs up almost as soon as she assesses the situation, though. after all, native folklore expressly forbids coming close to a corpse, and old habits are hard to break. she shudders a little, both from the cold and what she's seeing. but yet she can't find it in herself to walk away, or to look away.

what kind of place is this?]

[devilwentdownto]

He may have normally have comments to say about her choice in outfit, but he won't even notice right now. He knows he needs to move Sven, to take him somewhere, but... he can't convince his body to move.

[sowonia]

[she's slowly connecting the dots, looking from the shotgun to the blood, and then back at him. with a small breeze the tarp moves a little, and she turns her gaze in another direction, though she was shocked for a long enough time to take in the lack of blood flow from the face.

and then it snaps in to place and she's staring at him, though the look has obviously changed from curiosity to horror. as if she's asking 'this is what you stoop to?' because after all, in her culture, touching or defacing a dead body is next to completely unforgivable.]

[devilwentdownto]

He's more than aware. He's been taught the rules, to never deface a body, to treat the dead with respect lest they come after you. To respect the spirits and let the Baron do his tasks.

But he doesn't care.