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tasercopter and noneedforheroic
Date: June 12th
Summary: A bonfire.
Warnings: Blood and gore and language.
It's been... strange, being followed around by a pile of corpses. Comical, almost, if it weren't quite so fucking grotestque the way it scrapes and slithers after her. Twitching and death-rattling along in her wake.
She knows exactly what it is, knows exactly what fear its playing off of. She'd only crouched down once, when she'd first found it, touched Elena's blood stained face and tried her damnedest to heal her, to heal Tseng, and all of the others. She knows who they are, fine cut in dark blue suits, turned black from the damp blood that continues to spill out of them in slow rivulets. Ghosts don't run out of blood, apparently, and she hasn't tried again.
Rude's pretty sure it's going to puddle around her shoes if she stands here for too long. And she's been standing here a while now. It's been five blighted days since all this shit started, five days of sobbing and screams all throughout the Gardens, those with clear heads forced to gather up the weak before this place turns into a madhouse. Or a bloodbath.
She brings her cigarette back to her mouth and then exhales, watching with narrowed eyes as blood drips out of Tseng's mouth in kind.
She's been trying to ignore it, but it's getting there: the feeling up the back of her neck that's part frustration and part revulsion. She knows what it wants her to think, wants her to think about failure, wants her to think about the day that Tseng saved their lives even though she was their superior and could have left them to die, wants her to think about Elena taking a bullet for her even though she was a rookie and didn't know what the fuck she was doing.
She's noticed Rufus is missing, and she's waiting for it. It doesn't surprise her he'd take his sweet time, but then again she cannot possibly imagine what he might have to say. They've been loyal to him, devoted beyond anything their contracts could possibly have implied. That's why her Turks are so silent, because devotion just isn't enough.
...She needs a drink, and she needs to take care of this.
She gets the vine to come on over to her and breathes into it,
"Red. Where you at?" She brings that cigarette back to her mouth, inhaling deep. "Find something to drink, we're having a bonfire."
tasercopter and noneedforheroicDate: June 12th
Summary: A bonfire.
Warnings: Blood and gore and language.
It's been... strange, being followed around by a pile of corpses. Comical, almost, if it weren't quite so fucking grotestque the way it scrapes and slithers after her. Twitching and death-rattling along in her wake.
She knows exactly what it is, knows exactly what fear its playing off of. She'd only crouched down once, when she'd first found it, touched Elena's blood stained face and tried her damnedest to heal her, to heal Tseng, and all of the others. She knows who they are, fine cut in dark blue suits, turned black from the damp blood that continues to spill out of them in slow rivulets. Ghosts don't run out of blood, apparently, and she hasn't tried again.
Rude's pretty sure it's going to puddle around her shoes if she stands here for too long. And she's been standing here a while now. It's been five blighted days since all this shit started, five days of sobbing and screams all throughout the Gardens, those with clear heads forced to gather up the weak before this place turns into a madhouse. Or a bloodbath.
She brings her cigarette back to her mouth and then exhales, watching with narrowed eyes as blood drips out of Tseng's mouth in kind.
She's been trying to ignore it, but it's getting there: the feeling up the back of her neck that's part frustration and part revulsion. She knows what it wants her to think, wants her to think about failure, wants her to think about the day that Tseng saved their lives even though she was their superior and could have left them to die, wants her to think about Elena taking a bullet for her even though she was a rookie and didn't know what the fuck she was doing.
She's noticed Rufus is missing, and she's waiting for it. It doesn't surprise her he'd take his sweet time, but then again she cannot possibly imagine what he might have to say. They've been loyal to him, devoted beyond anything their contracts could possibly have implied. That's why her Turks are so silent, because devotion just isn't enough.
...She needs a drink, and she needs to take care of this.
She gets the vine to come on over to her and breathes into it,
"Red. Where you at?" She brings that cigarette back to her mouth, inhaling deep. "Find something to drink, we're having a bonfire."
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She hands the booze back to Rude, sensing what she wants. She knows when to pass the bottle; it's second nature to her.
"Sometimes it doesn't matter if you've got something worth blowing up. Sometimes it's good enough just to have an explosion." She frowns, then, as she notices some movement on the periphery of her vision. She turns toward it. Something animal. "What the fuck is that?"