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The Burial Of The Dead [Active, Mostly Closed--Ask Before Joining]

Feb 08, 2009 20:28

Characters: Machi Tobaye, Naminé, possibly Rayne
Setting: Second Floor, Main Hallway--Daffodil Bedroom.
Time: Afternoon, Day 007
Summary: Machi seizes Naminé. She doesn't really deserve it. This will either segue into Rayne's involvement or stay a separate thread, unknown at this time.
Warnings: Violence, Liar Machi at his worst best most creepy.

( Only there is shadow under this red rock, come in under the shadow of this red rock )

!day 007, naminé (kingdom hearts), !complete, rayne (bloodrayne), machi tobaye (ace attorney)

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paper_witch February 9 2009, 01:57:01 UTC

Rayne was not home.

So to speak, anyway. Naminé, however, was in the room -- and therefore, very much alone. Although she was not unused to being left to her own devices, she could not help but feel uncomfortable. It wasn't any premonition of what was lurking right outside - she had been born with powers, but clairvoyance was not one of them - it was that she'd lately been suffering from a bad case of worry. There was something... different about her roommate. The little blonde girl could not help but assume it had something to do with the elder woman's extended absence the previous night ( ... )

machitobaye February 9 2009, 02:14:41 UTC

The door cracked open and he tensed, but Machi didn't move until he saw the blond hair and small stature of the person leaving the room.

Then he dropped.

He flipped his joints inward, popping them in the opposite direction--towards the ceiling--and descending from the ceiling so quickly that it was clear gravity had had some help in giving that momentum. He made no sound other than the sickly sucking sound of his arms and legs pulling free, nearly dropping right on top of Naminé--his overlong, infinitely flexible right arm wrapping around her neck, elbow twisting in a such a wrong way that it put the cold muzzle of the gun right up against her chin, rotting finger wrapped tightly around the trigger.

He allowed himself time for a few, dispassionately spoken words in English, tainted with a heavy accent. "Sorry--is nothing personal."

Then he shoved her back inside, pulling the door shut behind him with his free left arm.

paper_witch February 9 2009, 02:42:47 UTC

To her credit, Naminé did not scream.

It was more of a squeak -- a gasping intake of breath and the slightest noise, but nowhere near the kind of shrieking that would have brought anyone running to see what was going on. Whether or not that was a good thing, well... she couldn't be sure.

It was the sight of... something suddenly dropping in front of her that elicited what sound there was, even though she had not had time to process what, exactly, it was. Her head still seemed to be spinning as she felt something she could not identify and was reasonably certain, by the feeling it had against her skin (which made it crawl more than anything she'd ever felt, surprisingly without the exception of the feeling of a certain gloved hand on her shoulder, so long ago that she surprised herself at the sudden thought of it) that she was better off not recognizing it, wrapped around her neck, pressing something cold and metal just under her chin ( ... )

machitobaye February 9 2009, 03:27:31 UTC

Machi did not allow himself time to be relieved about her lack of noise, instead making sure the door was shut securely, that no one was following, no one had seen. Her confusion and silence was welcome in the initial seconds after he closed the door while he adjusted his grip and made sure everything was secure, his arm still twisted around her neck and gun pressed hard against the skin and bone of her face. Then she spoke and he glanced at her, almost blankly, absently, before giving her a smile ( ... )

paper_witch February 9 2009, 03:54:26 UTC

She saw the smile - it was difficult to miss, when she was so terribly focused on the face that she finally recognized - and it did not make her feel better. In fact, as if the rotting flesh pressed against the skin of her neck and the knowledge that a gun was pressed against her chin did not make her feel sick enough, that expression sent her stomach churning all the worse. It was the kind of smile that seemed painfully fake, at least in a situation like this, although she would not have been able to say for certain -- it might have been, but considering the fact that he was holding a gun to her face, she had difficulty believing that he meant anything kindly.

"Oh--you are recognise me! Good. No worry, I am not hurting you... yet."

The gun pressed into her skin a little harder. The little blonde girl pressed her lips together, trying not to panic. She did, however, surprise herself to find that for some reason, she felt a sudden spike of anger. Was that really neccessary? Did he have to press it against her skin so hard ( ... )

machitobaye February 9 2009, 22:15:34 UTC

Machi laughed. He could hardly believe how easy this had been. Her eyes--her eyes glared at him, but he disregarded the hate in them, unable to stomach it on his own. What if she did hate him? He hardly knew her. (Somehow that made it worse.) Anyway, it wasn't as though he was doing this to her--not because of her, at any rate. As far as he was concerned, any person would do--and he probably would have picked someone else, preferred someone else if he'd had the chance to make selections--but this was the only person by which he could get to Rayne... and she was quite an easy target ( ... )