[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

[shoplifter]

[She nods at the question, unconcerned by the thought of going beyond the wall; she does it often. This is just the first time she's ran into anything that's covered her in blood. The smaller predators, they're not really much of a concern.]

I'm not hurt.

[She rolls her arms forward in loose windmills, stoic as she gives an example of how totally okay she is. See, she can do this, so obviously injury isn't a concern. Not that it ever is anyway, not unless she's dealing with more permanent means of wolverine murder.]

I think they were just hunting for food. I'm not mad at them.

[evasives]

[he sort of nods back.] I go outside often. There are a lot of strange creatures out there.

[still, he's relieved to see she isn't hurt at all, even if it's still just so much blood. how did she even...do it? that's the question now, how did she slaughter them? because that much blood can only mean significant violence.]

They are used to the territory being theirs. We are the outsiders when we step into the jungles. [a beat.] You must be very skilled to escape.

[shoplifter]

[She glances up at him, thoughtful.]

Escape?

[You can't really escape something that's dead. Ha.]

[evasives]

[he considers it for a second. she did not escape, she slaughtered. also not the best word to use though.]

To fight back. That is probably a better way to phrase it.

[shoplifter]

[Ahhhh. She nods, and answers rather directly.]

I was trained to fight.

[evasives]

[he isn't surprised.]

I was too. [maybe if he gives a little first, he will get better answers? especially if he treats it like normal. he was younger than she looks when he picked up his first blaster.] With what?

[shoplifter]

[She glances away from him, toward the train of people.]

My hands.

[evasives]

[he flexes his own hands, very slightly.]

They can make surprisingly good weapons. [because why would he even assume she has literal claws tbh. he is wondering what she used now though, even more than before.]

My name is Cassian. Do you know where to get some new clothes?

[shoplifter]

[A firm and confident nod.]

At the end of the next stop. There are clothing shops.

[I stole a hat from one, once.]

... I'll be fine. I have... a little allowance money.

[She holds out a hand from her pocket, where a crumpled amount of cash sits in her palm. It's not particularly enough for a whole new outfit, but it'll buy her a cheaper t-shirt. So that's working out for her.]

[evasives]

[it's not nothing, but cassian can tell it's not really enoughif she wants zero bloody things.]

Would you like to borrow a little more? You can pay it back some time.

[it seems like a better idea than straight up offering it.]

[shoplifter]

[Oh. Her eyes round with some surprise, before she nods.

Maybe this guy isn't so bad. Maybe he's decent.

Maybe she can loot him more often.]

[evasives]

[try 2 take too much advantage and he'll catch on!! he knows the Child Tricks.]

[it doesn't stop him from digging into his pockets and pulling out some money. it's not a lot, just enough to probably cover the rest of the cost of new clothes. but he holds out his hand for her to take it, rather than reaching towards her himself.]

[shoplifter]

[Aha. She takes the money carefully, eyes honed in on any potential threat. It's not so much that he's threatening than it's Laura's instilled preparedness — either way, new money is retrieved, and she seems very appeased. Even if her Staring Game is still on point, it's at least more relaxed (even if the bloody look isn't really working well with it).]

Gracias.

[evasives]

[he's very used to the Staring Game and seems unperturbed by it. he also suspects he's never going to get the money back, but it's not like he really intended so in the first place.]

[the word is familiar but not, and somehow he knows she's saying thank you.] You are welcome. Just make sure you get yourself a good shirt.