[OPEN] shitty situations for all, and for all a good nighttime stab

[shoplifter]

who: Laura and you.
what: ... Trouble, mostly...
when: Now-ish.
where: Multiple Places! Mainly roof, outside of wall, and on the skytram.
warnings: Blood, violence, gore. Stabby things. EDIT: Also, talk of self harm in Ivar thread.

Laura fights near the wall, Laura takes a tram, Laura has a bad dream while looking for santa at night.

... Also, bloody situations and digging out of a giant animal corpse. It's gross, I know.

Bracket and prose both A-OK, and time and space can be bent, I'm chill. The last prompt is for medium injuries if you wanna hurt your character, because everyone loves getting stabbed by children. Or if your character is a magic healer, feel free to get stabbed real gud and heal up or what have you. (Basically I'm just avoiding severe injury or death before Christmas okay).


Shitty Situation A

[Red splatters on the snow when her claws spear through the first creature's head -- some sort of hybrid beast, one that hunts for food, whose pack has strayed far from the darker areas of the abandoned area and closer to the wall. They surround her because she looks like easy food in the colder, needier climate, and the fight is on. The child growls when they growl back, and she leaps on one of their backs, hacking and slashing with reckless abandon.

They get in their own claw marks, too. Laura's shirt and jeans get torn into, skin as well. It hurts awfully, but Laura's more offended that they're ruining her cool cat shirt.

Her cool neon hat goes flying off in the breeze, carried over sloping snowy hills.

When she kills the last beast, which is considerably large -- the size of an elephant, the alpha, maybe -- it falls right on top of her. Luckily, her claws were out, and... uh... if you're unlucky enough to have found her after the fight instead of during, you will be unfortunate enough to watch a small clawed girl burst through the top of the beast's ribs, covered in blood from her... tunneling...

Just. Um. Yeah. Victory, I guess.]

Shitty Situation B.

[Laura stands in a skytram car, one hand curled on a metal bar. She's covered in dry blood, head to toe. All of the other passengers keep a very far distance around her.

... She's trying to head to the clothing store.]

The One Chill Situation.

[She sits on the roof, binoculars in her hands, watching the sky skeptically as the daylight fades. It's pretty cold up here, but she doesn't seem very bothered, wearing a few jackets and a good pair of boots. Got a red nose, too, but otherwise undaunted by the weather.

She falls asleep up there by accident, curled in a sleeping bag she apparently bought just to do this very thing. Trying to catch any signs of a 'santa' figure in the night, it seems.]

Shitty Situation C. (alternatively: like father like daughter)

[Nighttime.

She rolls a little in her sleeping bag, plagued by bad dreams. Little unintelligble mumbles escape her, sweat on her brow and hands in tight fists in the slippery fabric. She jostles enough that the action figures tucked away with her topple out.

No... stop it...

[The rest is Spanish -- "don't touch me, leave them alone, dad, help me"--

If one attempts to reach out and wake her -- they better have good reflexes. Because she will jackknife immediately up with a hoarse scream, claws out and lunging to stab at her fantasy captors.]

Comments

ill take shitty situation B

[bythehand]

[ Was he expecting to board the tram and see a blood-covered child today? No. Definitely not. The sight is off-putting. She doesn't seem to be actively... bleeding? It's hard to tell for sure, with all the dried-on blood.

She's not crying. That doesn't quite strike him as too strange, though. His experience with kids is limited to what he knew as a kid, and future stormtroopers don't cry. If they do, they learn not to. Maybe it's just how things are for her, too.

The fact that nobody has approached her, that they're keeping their distance when she's alone, could be hurt or in trouble: that makes him bristle. They're all right there. It's not like it's hard. Finn's "keep a very far distance" sensors have different standards than some.

So Finn elbows his way through the passengers that have crammed themselves into too little space to give her a wide berth, until he's standing opposite her with his hand on another pole. He gives the tram a little scan, looking for anything or anyone that jumps out as suspiciously involved in this situation. Frankly, a blood-covered child is the most suspicious thing in here. But he wants to check to be sure, and while he's looking-- ]

I can help you if you need help. Are you okay?

[shoplifter]

[The child looks at him with a rather undisturbed expression — like this is all just a drop in the bucket really, just another day. Her clothes have rips in them that would suggest injury, but...]

I'm okay.

[Laura doesn't sound scared or anything, not of the situation or of a stranger wandering over to see how she's doing. She does wipe the back of her hand under her nose to stop an itch. Slightly more disappointed, she huffs:]

... I just need more clothes...

[bythehand]

[ Finn could never aspire to that level of chill. The thing is, this sort of does fall into his ballpark of understandable answers. He knows how to work with this.

She's okay, she needs clothes. (He's not sure he completely believes the former yet, but the latter does speak for itself.)

Something about the matter-of-fact way she addresses it, that huff in her tone, makes him think of Rey. He tries to be matter-of-fact back, which isn't too hard for him to manage. ]

Okay. We can fix that pretty fast once this thing stops. Here--

[ Finn shrugs off his jacket in the meantime, well-worn and sporting a long line of stitches across the back, and offers it to her. ]

You can borrow this until then. If you want.

[shoplifter]

[She blinks, surprised by the other. It's a nice jacket — reminds her of something maybe her father would have liked. You know, typical Wolverine, needing those leather jackets. After a moment she carefully reaches out with her hands to retrieve it (the only part of her that's sort of clean at this point, good on her for hygiene).]

... Gracias.

[She starts pulling off her jacket and shirt, hope you're good at turning your head 180 degrees in an instant. She doesn't particularly know much in the way of social formalities. Like not stripping bloody clothes in public. But she gets it on and zips it up, thin arms drowning in it.

... Huh, it is pretty cool.

So. Bloody jeans still, but now she looks a little less terrifying.

Her hair is a little... ehh... uh... but. Better.]

a yo

[godslay]

[ This is what Search and Rescue does: find people beyond the walls, make sure they aren't hurt. Gamora finds herself deployed for one such mission, and much to her surprise, when she arrives, there are dead beasts on the ground, and, uh.

That sure is a little girl bursting out through the chest of a creature, spewing blood and tissue everywhere.

Ah.

She's not disgusted or shocked by the sight; mostly, she's startled when she realizes that she recognizes said blood-covered girl. ]

Laura?!

[shoplifter]

[Laura sneezes where she sits atop the animal corpse, wrinkling her nose afterward to try and wipe some of the blood off on its carcass (though only after carefully letting her claws slide back into her hands). Hey, hey, how's it going, nothing weird to see here! Looking at Gamora, she slides back down the side of the beast, a large wound on her forehead knitting back together seamlessly.

The bloody horror child walks over, undisturbed.]

... Hola.

[godslay]

[ Nothing is moving, other than the child now covered in blood, so Gamora sheathes her sword, taking in Laura’s appearance. She makes note of the way the girl heals, the claws that retract into her hands, and she’s… startled and impressed.

(Something in her chest aches, because she can relate to being this small and covered in blood; she hates to see another child take to it so easily.) ]

What are you doing out here?

[ No “are you okay?” or any admonishment; Laura can clearly handle herself, but Gamora is more concerned with what’s brought her out in the first place. ]

a (cw lots of monster killing and gore)

[storradr]

[Laura is not the only one out in the snow and cold looking for a kill. Ragnar had been in Riverview only a few weeks and he was itching for a good fight and incredibly curious about the monsters he's heard about who inhabit the wilds outside of the fence.

He's almost worried that this day will end, once again, without either a fight or a glimpse at any beasts. That is until he heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight.

To his credit, he only hesitated for half a second when he came upon a young girl with, what looked like, knives coming out of her hands fighting massive monsters. Now wasn't the time to stop and wonder what was happening, he let instinct and training take over.

He wasn't as agile as she was and he certainly didn't have any kind of healing abilities, but he had an axe and shield and if he was going to die this day then it would be in the glorious blaze of battle. He immediately buried his axe in the skull of the closest monster, turning to block the claws of another with his shield as he yanked his weapon lose. The give and take of battle continued until all of their enemies were dead. Ragnar finished off the last one near him and turned just in time to see an absolutely massive individual fall dead on the young girl. He tried to yell to warn her, but it was far too late. Grimacing, he ran over, dropping his shield, and at first, tried to simply push the thing. It was quickly evident that he'd make no headway that way, so he started chopping. He'd barely gotten a swing in when she burst her way out of the thing, sending more gore flying everywhere.

He offered her a hand, ready to help pull her clear of the carcass.]

[shoplifter]

[She's got some sick kickflip tricks, bro. Some of those apparently include popping out of dead creatures... but anyway. At the offered hand and the understanding that he'd been the one to help out earlier (even if she was in a frenzy, she knew that much), she reaches out, claws sliding back into her skin as she takes the hand. It's a bit slippery at the moment, but when her feet reach solid earth again, she starts wiping them off on the snow.

On her back, there's a deep, ugly claw mark, reaching the bone of her shoulder blade. It makes her hiss when it pulls — but before any concern can be brought to light, the wound appears to be knitting together on its own, muscle and tissue mending into unscarred flesh.]

Gracias. [Manners.] You are a good fighter.

[storradr]

[He helped pull her clear and, honestly, just how young and tiny she was that much more apparent now that she was just standing in front of him. His gaze immediately went to the nasty looking wound on her shoulder and... then it basically disappeared before his eyes.

The compliment made him smirk a bit.]

You as well. That is a very useful trick. [He motions towards her shoulder.]

Shitty situation C.

[sonofab]

[Patrols weren't necessary here, or so Todd told him, but it was night and Damian wasn't used to sleeping before 3 am. Who slept before that anyway? Children and let's face it, Damian didn't really know how to child, nor did he want to.

So here he was, in just a black hoodie and a stolen grapple gun. True, it wasn't the same thrill as when he had a uniform, but he'd have to make due. The air he got from flipping off the roof though was still great. He smirks as he feels his grapple snag as he's falling, just saving him from a very painful landing on the pavement below and propelling him forward.

He missed the feeling of flying. With a smirk, he looks pleased when he lands on the next roof. That is until he catches a muffled sound and something moving in his peripheral the put him immediately back on edge.


It was mumbles in Spanish. While he knew the language it was a bit hard to make out from the huddled mass in the sleeping bag. But he did catch "Ayuadame". 'Help me.'

So, yes he does walk over to nudge the sleeping bag and is very lucky for his quick reflexes keeping him from getting impaled.]

[shoplifter]

[Her claws flash by the side of Damian's face, close enough he can see the reflection of his own eyes in the glinting metal. When they're drawn back she's kicking out with her leg — her leg that's torn through the sleeping bag, a single pointed metal claw in her shoe ripping through it to try and lash out at her assailant.

Look out, buddy, avoid that foot and hand, they've got sharp bits on 'em...!]

[sonofab]

[The claws were an unexpected surprise and even with his fast reflex, Damian still gets a scratch on his cheek, just barely missing his eye. He is better prepared when the legs come in, the foot claws do rip his hoodie but Damian is running on an adrenaline rush now and manages to keep from getting stabbed.

He instinctively dodges the kick and counters with a punch towards the girl's face. Well, that's not how you make sure someone is okay, but, one has to defend themselves when sharp pointy things are coming at you, right?]

C

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar hasn't seen Laura for a few weeks. Even knowing she's more than capable of taking care of herself, he still likes to make sure she's doing alright. He knows she likes to spend time on the rooftops, so that's where he heads. It takes him a while to find the right one, which is why she's already asleep by the time he gets up there.

He watches her for a few moments as she mumbles in that strange language he's heard other people speak here. She's clearly in the middle of a bad dream, so he does the decent thing, and wakes her up. He's not expecting what happens next.

When she flings herself upwards as if being attacked, Ivar knows he's not agile enough to move out of the way. Almost as fast as her claws come out, he's raising an axe up, an instinct ingrained all the way down to the bone. Her claws stab into his shoulder, but his blade catches them so they don't go more than halfway. A grimace of pain appears on his face. Really, he just got healed up from a broken leg and now this happens? This was just not his month.]

[shoplifter]

[Mierda.

She sits there, the toothy growl fading into one of confusion. Her eyes move from Ivars face to the shoulder — twice, sharp jerks of her head — before she scrambles back and lets the claws side back into her straightened wrist and arm. Did she—?? She swallows hard, staring, and (not for the first time in her life), she has no clue how to approach this situation. She can think of dozens of ways to finish him off, to kill him completely, but she can't — think of what comes next, what normal responses are to something that is not at all a normal thing to do. And she doesn't want to kill Ivar; she likes Ivar a lot. It's with that, that an icy feeling forms in her stomach.

So she. Stares. And waits.

For... something to happen.

Whatever happens.]

[ragnarsson]

[He lowers his axe, slowly, so that she doesn't get the wrong idea from him. Blood spurts out of the injury to his shoulder and glances at it with grit teeth. He's had worse injuries than that done to him before, but it still hurts like hell.]

Ow.

[He takes hold of his sleeve and jerks hard on it, tearing the fabric. He winds it around his shoulder and presses down, putting pressure on the wound as blood continues to ooze out. But he doesn't really seem mad or upset.]

You're quite a spitfire with those claws.

this is just what happens on the b train i guess

[evasives]

[how sad is it that this isn't the first time cassian has seen a child covered in blood? he can remember it happening to him, albeit not to the same massive level he's witnessing now. she could be ticking time bomb, she could be scared, she could be in shock. it's hard to tell from the simple way she's standing.]

[he's also witnessing the way not a single person approaches her, though he sort of can't blame them. she's giving off a very dangerous air and she's covered in blood and most people.... don't see that and get curious. they get scared.]

[cassian slides into a seat across from her, because getting himself lower and closer to eye level is a good first step. she doesn't look injured, and all the blood seems to be dry. but sTILL.]

Do you mind if I ask where you are going?

[generic question to start. he needs to get a better feel for her before he figures out how to handle this.]

[shoplifter]

[Indeed, she doesn't appear injured, though there are clear rips in her clothing that suggest she'd been clawed, so it's hard to say if perhaps she's just holding herself very well despite injury (true enough), or if she's just magically not wounded now. Wouldn't that be just weird? Very weird. She looks over to the man, expression as casual as if he'd asked the time. Her small hand is curled on a pole.]

... Somewhere with new clothes. I got in a fight.

[evasives]

[it is very hard to tell the extent to her injuries. nothing life threatening, at least?? even with the claw marks?? he knows what it looks and feels like to walk yourself with that kind of heavy physical damage. she's too calm for that.]

With what? [he doesn't bother asking if she won. that much is obvious. he's still worried after her, but so far she's talking to him easily and he doesn't want to jinx that, so he'll keep being casual about it.] Is it dead?

[there's so much blood, ok! he hopes it's dead.]

c. because this is the best way to meet people, right?

[stumbledfromtheashes]

[Iona’s found her way to the roof somewhat on accident, looking for fresh air and wanting to be under the sky for a little while. She’s... not exactly settled in, but accepting the situation for the moment (it helps that Dorian’s here, it helps a lot), but she still... gets restless.

She recognizes a nightmare when she sees one (she is intimately familiar with the having them), and wastes no time in going to the young girl’s side. She doesn’t speak Spanish (or even know what Spanish is, truthfully), but the young girl is in distress and it’s her nature to try and help.

When the girl snaps upright and lashes out Iona doesn’t have a chance to move out of the way; she’s fast, really bloody fast, but her focus is on the girl, not herself. The blades – claws? – she’s never seen anything like that before, not made of metal, sink into her shoulder and she makes a soft sound of pain.

But she still thinks about the girl, first. She can tend to her injuries in a moment, once she’s sure the girl is awake, and all right. For certain quantities of all right, probably.]

It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. You were having a nightmare.

[shoplifter]

[Her head snaps back after the initial hit lands — both to get distance but also out of panic, because she realized at some point (some awful split second) that her dreams were only just that; whoever she'd just stabbed, it was not X-24 or any sort of test enemy. It was just... a - person.

She stares, looking between the embedded claws and the person, shaded but visible in the moonlight.

What... When...]

... I was...

[Her stomach flips and she pulls her claws back into her body, freeing Iona — and luckily, she had missed any major vessels that could've bled her out. Laura doesn't want to think about that, no, she just scrambles back a little for distance; her face reads that of someone who's stunned first and foremost.]

[stumbledfromtheashes]

[There’s nothing but compassion and understanding and worry (for the girl, not herself) on Iona’s face, hiding as best she can the wince as the claws are withdrawn from her body. It’s not the worst injury she’s had. But she’s definitely going to avoid telling Dorian about this.]

It’s okay. I’m okay. Promise.

[And she is. Or she will be. She’ll tend to her injuries later. When the girl scrambles back, putting distance between them, she doesn’t press her, doesn’t move closer. Just watches her, worried.] Are you all right?

B

[franciscoramon]

[ Hilariously enough, this is Cisco's first time on the skytram. He comes onto it, thinking that it's pretty nice, and not nearly as horrifying as public transportation could sometimes be back in Central City. Which, of course, was when he blithely walked into a train car with no one in it except... ]

Laura?!

[ It took Cisco a moment to recognize her - she looks a lot different, without the laser tag gear, and also, covered head-to-toe in blood. It's in her hair, all over her face, and her arms especially are drenched. She looks like she's been through hell and back, and Cisco goes into instant crisis mode. He crouches down near her, asking in rapid-fire, frightened Spanish: ]

Oh my god, you're hurt, what happened?! We need to get you to the hospital - you should sit down - where were you, what...?

[shoplifter]

[Oh, hey, laser tag buddy. She sort of just stares in confusion at him for a moment, looking from him to her clothes — then back to him. She's not completely oblivious to the anxiety she's grown everyone in this tram car, but you know. Who cares, right? She hadn't done anything wrong. But then again, she's well-aware this much blood on a person isn't... normal... around here.

Or most places. Despite the bloody tears in her jean jacket and pants and shirt, she shakes her head.]

It is okay; I'm not hurt.

I got into a fight with monsters.

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco's relief when she say that she isn't hurt is palpable; he lets out a huge sigh, the tension leaving his shoulders and the look of panic on his face lessening. But then she says it is, in fact, blood, that she'd been in a fight with monsters, and he's right back to worrying again. ]

What, outside the wall? And you're sure you're okay?

[ Sure, she'd been quick and dextrous when they were playing laser tag, but that was laser tag! She is a kid! She shouldn't be getting into fights with anyone, let alone fights with monsters that leave her covered in blood from head to toe! ]

And you... won? What were you doing out there, anyway? Don't you know how dangerous it is?!

[ Who was supposed to be looking after her? He might not know who her guardian is, in this place, but Cisco is going to give them SUCH an earful when he finds out... ]