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snowblindrpg2016-05-10 01:52 pm
plundering) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-05-10 01:52 pm
[log] FRANKEN STEIN CALL OUT POST [closed]
Characters: Fiona, Rhys (kinda), Angel, Watson, Stein, Haurchefant, Beckett, Ecks
Location Building 35
Date: Morning/Day 116
Summary: The Rescue Squad hunts down Stein and "Rhys", everything goes horribly wrong
Warnings: Violence ofc, kidnapping, talk of non-consensual brain surgery, injury, THIS LOG IS ALSO A MESS
okay guys GET TERRIBLE
Location Building 35
Date: Morning/Day 116
Summary: The Rescue Squad hunts down Stein and "Rhys", everything goes horribly wrong
Warnings: Violence ofc, kidnapping, talk of non-consensual brain surgery, injury, THIS LOG IS ALSO A MESS
okay guys GET TERRIBLE
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[ This is fine. She's dealt with indignities worse than this. The collar, for one.
Which naturally doesn't mean she isn't trying to glare holes right through Jack or anything. ]
How do you think you're going to explain this if someone sees us? Assuming I don't scream for help the moment someone crosses our path.
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[ He turns his face so she can see the scar she's inflicted. He hasn't bothered to clean or dress it, and the blood has soaked his collar and Hyperion yellow jacket. It's still oozing as he turns away again and yanks Angel's sleeves over the laces.
It's not the best camouflage, but he has to work with what he has. He kneels down by the bags, removes the sharpened letter opener, and covertly slides it up his sleeve. People will probably feel confident enough approaching "Rhys". This could work. This WILL work. ]
Now march, missy.
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[ She at least follows orders and marches. Kinda. She's tramping down the snow and dragging her feet as much as possible so she leaves a nice clear trail behind herself. EAT IT, DOUCHE.
Twisting stubbornly at the laces around her wrists is also a Thing That Is Happening. They're just shoelaces, right? They can't be that tough. ]
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[ He has to reshift the packs he's carrying, and the tremor in his flesh hand has started up again. Frickin' great. ]
Either we're both irredeemable crapbags you hate, or neither of us are. Which is it?
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She laughs. ]
You don't get to dictate what it's okay for me to feel, sir. There are lots of things you're both capable of doing, but only one of you stole Rhys. Only one of you raised a hand to me.
[ And she's glad. It's an open wound that she's going to keep packing filth into until it's infected and oozing pus. It's not going to heal if she can help it. ]
And if you've been spying on all of our conversations, you'll know that you could have had it all. I was on your side! And now you've hec-- fucked it up forever. Well done.
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Actually, no! This was the direct result of you being unable to let the one time I significantly messed up here go. Meaty gets thirty thousand second chances, on top of being able to actually freakin' talk to you whenever he wants.
I knew I lost you when you finally gave me five minutes of your time, and I had to drag the fact that you love -- loved me out of you. That is when I made my decision.
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Fuck you!
[ She can't attack him with any kind of effectiveness, unfortunately, because she's pretty sure she wouldn't have to close her eyes to stab him now.
Her situation doesn't stop her from running at him and beating at him with her stupid tied-up fists, though. She'd be trying to bite him too if she weren't too busy screaming at him. SMALL MERCIES. ]
When's the last time you saw me tell him I love him, you asshole? When's the last time he got a hug, or got to be in the same building as me without me wanting to crawl - [WHACK] - out of the - [THWACK] - freaking vents?! Don't you dare blame me for what you've done!
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And he will continue to do that until she tires herself out or stops on her own. Whatever comes first. It seems Daddy Dearest has hit some kind of breaking point. ]
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You didn't even let us say goodbye.
[ It isn't a scream. It's a tiny, choked, grief-filled whimper. Way better, right? ]
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He wants to hug Angel, but refrains. There's no way that would end well. ]
That was one of the hardest parts, you know.
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Oh. I'm so sorry that stealing Rhys' body was difficult for you. You're a - you're a goddamn hero for soldiering on with it anyway. So brave.
[ She can't even get the venom into her tone any more. All this - it's too much. ]
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[ It isn't said, just implied with a Look, that, well. Now Rhys can't ever ditch him.
He did what he had to do, and he refuses to regret that. ]
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Maybe because you do stupid stuff like this. Rhys never would have -- do you know how many people offered to help us get rid of you? Did you spy on that too? Because I know a ton of our friends approached me with suggestions for making sure you didn't cause Rhys any problems, and they got turned down.
[ It's not a lie. And god, doesn't she feel stupid now? ]
He - we both made so many sacrifices to keep you around, and you've betrayed us in the worst possible way!
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[ He should sound self-satisfied, but he just sounds bitter. Tired. Old, despite the younger voice. ]
Whatever. We're not going to see eye to eye on this. I get it. I;m just - just going to keep going.
shoots this off before bed I DO!! WHAT I WANT!!!!
[ That's an interesting turn of phrase, though. I'm just going to keep going. Is he letting her go?
It's not like she can let him walk off regardless. Someone has to keep track of where he is, stop him from disappearing. Ugrhgrhhh. ]
But fine. Give me my stuff and untie me, then.
[ No stabbings will ensue, guaranteed!*
*not a guarantee. ]