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riverviewlogs2017-12-21 02:08 pm
shoplifter) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-21 02:08 pm
[OPEN] shitty situations for all, and for all a good nighttime stab
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.]
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.]
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[He gave her a reassuring smile, nodding as she cut.]
It is hard to tell yet. But we want to get all of this out. This is the messy part. [He gave her a smirk.] It is easiest to just reach up in here and scoop it all out. Do you know what a heart and a liver look like? Those are good to eat, so we want to keep them. Then we can skin it and butcher it. And then we can try the meat. But, if you want, we can sneak a little now... maybe from its back leg.
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[Because it's important to know what you're ripping out of someone, potentially, but she doesn't really want to phrase it that way. Instead she leans in and carefully watches.]
I guess it would be smart to try it first.
... What if take a lot of time to prepare it and it tastes badly?
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You have a good point, so we can stop and take a little piece as soon as all of this is out.
[He finished gutting the animal, reaching inside its chest with one hand before carefully pushing a knife in with his other hand to cut the innards off well above the stomach. Once there was a pile of guck, he tugged the emptied carcass a few feet away from it.]
Alright. Cut a little off the leg here. A pretty thin strip so it cooks fast. [He shrugged a little.] It smells alright.
[He went about making a small fire, made a lot easier since Cisco had introduced him to the tiny miracles that were lighters.]
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It's hard to think about. She sits on her haunches and looks thoughtful.]
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[He's likely referring to the fact that his arms and some of his face and neck are all covered with drying blood.
He gets a fire going without much effort and used his knife to cut a fresh twig from a nearby tree, taking the meat and skewering it so he could hold it out over the fire.]
There are different ways to do this. But we are just going for quick, so we can taste it.
[He looks over at her suddenly, smiling softly.] I do not know your name. I am Ragnar. I have a daughter your age. She is here as well.
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... I'm Laura. It is just me here.
[She envies the idea of having someone else here. Someone who understands, or at least just knows you. As it is, it's been difficult to open up more; the others, like Rictor, they help her come out of her shell.]
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The meat looks relatively cooked, so he moves the stick away from the fire, tilting it a little to examine the slice they have.]
It smells good. [He shrugged a little and eased the meat off the end of the stick, pulling it roughly into two pieces and handing her one as he took a bite of his own.]
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[Spoken as everyone else tends to speak, anyway. She carefully handles her piece of meat, eyeing it and its nicely cooked state. So that's how it works, huh...? For some reason, it's easier than she thought it would be. The fire-making, not as easy — well, she can maybe light something if she sparks her claws together— but this, much easier.]
... I will look for her, though.
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He chewed for another few seconds and then finally gave up, turning his head to spit out the strip of meat he'd been working on.]
That was... pretty terrible. [He smirked, chuckling softly.]
I am still going to skin it though.
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It is not the worst.
[Really, the child is a disposal, she can tear apart anything food-related.
She looks humored, though, relaxing a little in his company and smiling with full cheeks.]