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[sonotahunter]

Who: BELA AND HER BITCHES THE PEOPLE WHO HAPPEN TO GET IN THE WAY
What: 'DEMON'-POWERED BELA RIPPIN' STUFF UP.
Where: EVERYWHERE.
When: EVERYWHEN. 7/6 EVENING TO 7/7 DAY
Warnings: Mild violence, possibly a lost finger or two. >__>

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GYMNASIUM

[sonotahunter]

GYMNASIUM

[painhumbles]

Gabriel's waiting in the gym, after practically provoking this particular fight, which he's sure is going to get him in all sorts of trouble he doesn't really give a flying fig about. He's agitated and restless and a string of disappointments and people jumping ship and the fact that he's never going to get to leave have just made him more than willing to pick a fight with something and call it justified. This isn't bullying. This is putting an end to something before it begins. This is....

This is... A really ridiculous coping mechanism.

But still. He can't have an uncontrolled archdemon running around the Barge and with Dean gone and Sam nowhere in sight, someone has to keep the woman from blowing up the joint. Might as well be him.

So he's just standing in the gym. And waiting.

[sonotahunter]

And lo, there was Bela. She stands in the doorway, glancing around a moment before her eyes--still milk-white--settle on Gabriel.

"No adoring audience? Color me surprised."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel shrugs, pacing slightly in a way that might bring to mind a nervous pony, constantly backpedaling, if he didn't look so casual about it. "I do my best work alone." He tilts his head at her, grinning a bit. "You've been a demon... What? Twenty minutes now? Thirty?"

This is going somewhere.

LIBRARY ...SHE WILL BE GENTLE HERE

[sonotahunter]

Re: LIBRARY ...SHE WILL BE GENTLE HERE

[f_ckitybye]

Hi Bela. Here's Malcolm on his way in for his usual morning of journal-stalking.

He doesn't realise she's there at all as he settles into his usual table.

[sonotahunter]

His usual table is about to have a bookcase on it.

It's hard to make herself damage the place, especially after the locusts tore it to pieces in the first place. Almost grimacing, she grits her teeth, focusing on the nearest stacks. Mental pressure, felt almost as a physical force, before they finally give and tumble over in a deluge of hardbacks and documents.

[f_ckitybye]

The rumble of the stacks starting to fall over catches his attention just in time. Malcolm throws himself out of his chair to dodge the falling books, narrowly escaping being pinned in place by a shelf, but still getting pretty well beaten about the head and shoulders by the volumes of the OED. He crawls away from the carnage, spewing profanities at a mile a minute, and drags himself to his feet with the edge of the table.

"What the FUCK is this?"

SHOWER ROOMS LOL

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Re: SHOWER ROOMS LOL

[no_nanomites]

Ana was taking one for the the team. The MARS group had already had entirely too much of a stigma on them after everything that had happened with Rex and James's face, so they needed to have a little bit of cover provided someone who was more intricately involved than Bela was. (At least on the outside; Ana was feeling increasingly shut out of MARS operations lately and she didn't like feeling replaced at all.) Ana had taken the fact that it needed to be bad into account, so she was the one who had volunteered to get beaten up in order to make it look real.

Of course it also needed to look like a real fight, and Ana was looking the tiniest bit forward to it. She missed real fights, and she actually wanted to get a hit or two in as well. So when Bela had posted in her journal, she headed to the shower rooms, thinking that no one would expect a set up in the shower room where she was most vulnerable. Ana turned on the tap, got wet, and then put a robe on while she waited for Bela to show up.

[sonotahunter]

The showerheads go first, exploding as she approaches to dump gallons of water over the tile floors. The telekinesis part is getting far easier. She stepped into the room, eyes narrowed. Never mind that she could normally bully Bruce into letting her use his shower. The indignity of being expected to use this place was enough that she would enjoy this particular demolition.

[no_nanomites]

Well, that was a lovely little trick, wasn't it? Perhaps Ana would make the request for that one Rex had gotten everything entirely all sorted out (she wasn't going to have experimental nanomites put in her body, thank you every much). She looked around quickly, meeting Ana's eyes for just a moment before she yelled loudly, fully intending on going with this show. "What the hell are you doing?"

ART THERAPY ROOM

[sonotahunter]

DINING HALL

[sonotahunter]

DINING HALL

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker had been in the dining hall doing some cleanup. She was worried about fucking Billy, and she was worried about West and worried about where the fuck Morgan had fucked off too. What she had discovered (and was an incredible surprise to her) that Parker liked cleaning as a form of stress relief. She had a cigarette stuck between her lips and there was a bottle of vodka at her elbow as she scrubbed wearing those giant yellow glove things.

God damn what Parker would give for a real fucking manicure. The one that she had before she had come back was entirely grown out, and she was never good with doing those things herself. So she protected what was left as best she could and kept slapping on new polish and trying to shape things in the proper way. It never worked.

[canisayfuckmore]

Harry was fiddling with a crumpled pack of cigarettes, he'd accidentally sat on it a couple of times, and was now pulling out the three remaining cigarettes and trying to straighten them. He could just get a new pack from his room, but... he'd never really been one to waste.

He wandered into the dining hall aimlessly, looking for people to chat to and... he paused, ran his eyes over Parker's back. Then he gave himself a metaphorical slap upside his head and walked forward, noting the cigarette smoke.

"Got a light?"

[you_run_i_chase]

When Parker heard the person behind her, she very quickly straightened up. Her hands went to the elbow length plastic gloves and she snapped them off quickly, before she took the cigarette into one hand. With the other, she reached into the pocket of her suit and pulled out the silver zippo. "Catch." Her voice was soft and amused sounding before she tossed the zippo in his direction.

He looked familiar, and she knew that she had seen him around (and didn't confuse him at all with the legendary Tony Stark) and she knew that they'd talked over the journals. "Harry, right?" She asked after a moment. That was his name, she thought.