Who:
commarogue,
idkmybfftony,
watchful_knight,
ethereallawyer,
2ndhandlion,
geokinetic ,
wayward_sam,
yes_imagenius,
bloodcakedarmor,
bloodluna ,
manticorean,
viva_la_impala,
kyokugen_sun,
saved_ur_assWhere Kitchen, hallways between there and Sam Winchester's floor, outside in front of the mansion
When: Bendy time to Friday evening (enjoy the benefits of bendytime?)
Rating: R (violence, language, multiple character deaths)
Summary: Faith finally snaps, enjoying a killing spree and some of the characters rally to
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She's quiet as she enters, hoping he doesn't hear but not really caring if he does. It'd be a shame if it were over too quickly, and he had enough time to pull that gun on her. The knife slips easily into her hand from her hip and she moves in close, aiming to slide it into his side and nick a major organ if she can. If that's how these Nation fuckers work.
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They probably did. After all, it wasn't America's fault. And he kind of apologized. So yeah.
So danger averted, for now, America's in the kitchen, feeling like a burger. He's humming to himself, guard down as usual when there's no immediate threat to his safety though occasionally sings in between the humming as he grills a burger on the stove.
"Hmm hmm two all beef patties... hmmm hmm.. special sauce, lettuce, hmmm hmm on a sesame seed bu-"
...wait. What is that? At first it's just annoying, but when he turns to try to see what it is, then it gradually starts hurting like a bitch.
He's not a stranger to pain. Nor is he one to being stabbed, apparently.
"H-HEY!" He swings his arm back, not seeing who attacked yet but reacting on instinct, to back hand Faith with his strength behind it. Which ( ... )
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Faith curses as she dances back, pulling the knife with her. Fuck, she was not expecting the kid to pack that much power - why the hell did he need a gun at all? The blade spins once in her hands, while Faith reassesses her situation with a grin. It's not exactly the sane version of a grin, a little lopsided and the bloodlust in her eyes doesn't help either. "Ooh, getting fresh on the first date. My kinda dog."
She dances forward again, aiming a kick at his knees and a jab to the side before moving to dance away again.
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Of course he recognizes her. She's one of the 'victims' from his whole swine flu 'ordeal'. Is that what this is about?
What she does and what she says kind of makes him confused, but he does move somewhat quickly, considering he's out of shape for a nation. He barely avoids the kick to his knees but the jab connects. He's bleeding, although that doesn't seem to phase him much.
"What are you-this isn't a date! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
He'll try to grab her by something - shirt, sleeve, some part of clothes, to throw her across the room. If he misses, he'll just fall back for now, and grip at his side, because the bleeding kind of stings.
He doesn't want to kill her. Such is the burden of a hero.
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"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to drag her feet behind her as much as she could.
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"Sure, I'll let you go. Once you tell me what you didn't see." She doesn't really care if Mia cooperates. Her free hand is already twitching at her side, toward the knife she used on America.
It's not working the way Faith had intended. America and his buddy were still alive, even though they were injured, and she needed to up the ante. Which might mean piling up the bodies.
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Unlike a lot of people, Mia is not worried. Or, she's not worried about the possibility of dying. She's already died once at home in Los Angeles. Dying here would just be the icing on the spiritual cake. But she had to at least try to stop the crazy woman.
"I don't know who you are or why you're doing all this, but I saw enough. And if my communicator's still on, other people will have seen enough, too."
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Rounding the corner, Faith's neck prickles. She whirls around to search the area for someone approaching, and when she sees nothing, continues her purposeful stride, anyone that sees her would be able to tell that she's hurrying.
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When he caught sight of the woman covered in blood, he emptied his shotgun, dropped it, and switched on the light saber in a fluid set of movements.
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Faith flicks her head, sweeping some hair out of her face, and digs her hands into both internal pockets to pull out a couple knives. She wanted it to stop, she needed someone determined to stop her and the old man looked like he was hunting her down. Maybe she was at the end of the road finally.
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The number finally popping into her head, Faith bangs against Sam's door. "Yo! Open up, it's uh, Faith. I'm a friend of Ruby's? It's sort of important," her voice is smooth and somewhat calm, despite the rasp from smoking too many cigarettes. Like she'd be asking to borrow a cup of sugar or whatever the hell neighbors did. Not like she'd know, her neighbors had always been crackheads and whores.
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But if she claimed to be a friend of Ruby's, what does that mean for Sam? Does she have some kind of demonic psychic crazy whatsis condition that made her snap? If so, Sam can't waste time hesitating. He's fairly sure that he'd be able to take care of one girl going through a meltdown. He'd taken on worse.
With that in mind, he gets up and quickly strides towards the door, pausing for only a moment before opening it a crack. He doesn't really want to get into a physical altercation with her if something really is wrong, so he banks on being quick enough to slam the door back in her face if Dean's assessment of her being buckets of crazy seems true.
"What's up?"
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"Guess my rep precedes me," she says backing up a few steps. This shouldn't be hard for her. She could have her hands on that door and ripping it open, probably break the hinges if she wanted to. But she was stopping, waiting for something. Maybe she could stop it all right here.
Maybe she didn't have to take out Ruby's world.
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"I'm surprised it's not the smell of blood that precedes you," he tells her, growing more wary by the second. She had backed away, so that was a good sign. Maybe his size intimidated her. As much as he doesn't like to think of intimidating a potentially disturbed girl, he finds himself vaguely thankful for that.
"I've been hearing interesting things on the network. Looks like they might just be true. What's so important that you've got to hunt down a friend of a friend?"
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The ground wavers a little before her eyes, and she shakes the pieces of glass out of her hair, picks a jagged slice out of her bicep to throw it down to the side. She can't help it; she looks back up at the window she's come out of, grinning slightly to herself that she's still got it.
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He sends a private message to Derek. "Hey Morgan, I don't know if you've seen what's on the network but meet me outside on the lawn. Bring your gun and be careful. Stay back. I want to talk to her."
He has some emotional investment in Faith. They've talked and he'd thought he could save her. Really save her in a way that he couldn't save his Mom or Adam or any of the others. When he steps out onto the lawn to confront Faith, he has his hands raised. He doesn't have his vest on and his gun is upstairs.
"Faith, it's Reid. That was an pretty impressive tuck and roll you did."
For once, he doesn't stutter. This is sort of what Reid does best.
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