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petal_storm) wrote2019-01-17 07:51 pm
petal_storm) wrote2019-01-17 07:51 pm
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I don't have time for this.
Who: Elora and a concert
When: An hour or so before show start.
What: SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE LATE!
"God damn it man are you stupid?" she growled, winging around an elevator shaft on a partially constructed tower. Did he really think that would save him? A tiny box when he did the things he did?People like her did not get contacted for GOOD people after all...
...not that she hadn't checked. Had to be certain after all. She might be a hunter but she didn't hunt the innocent. No.
She dragged a blade along the metal, laughing at the panicked shriek that elicited. Not safe at all, no. "Saiyo's father says hello. And Mako's. And Tina's. And Ruby's. Shall I go ooonnn?" she sang punching a hole and pulling free before the downward mechanics could wrench her arm. "Izuya. Mariko. Sani. Terri."
It was a litany of names as she followed it down. Most the floors were mere skeltons, no protection, but she loved how he whimpered when the doors slid open anyway. Would she get him now?
Now?
This floor?
Was this a nightmare?
Granted, it was a liiitttttle bit of one since her time sense, the concert was soon and this asshole had drawn things out. She was suppose to have a chance to go back and change, to actually maybe look nice for the concert but that wasn't looking likely, no. Damn selfish prick
"Annemarie, a nameless whore, that kid Teppin..."
The bottom of the elevator was dangerous, it meant moving cables and gears, but it was worth it to stab a knife upward and into a delicate foot. Finally, blood. It helped her frustration a little.
"You don't escape you know. You don't wake up and change your ways. That's past." Way past, the next wing around had charges on the brakes, the next a charge on the cab;e as it dinged cheerfully at yet another floor.
"You just die, and maybe that helps some families heal."
Quiet, smokeless, just brakes failing and a cable whipping loose in a shriek of metal while the coffin dropped the remaining twelve floors. The smell of blood was satisfying after it hit, crumpled metal leaking and the fading sound of a heartbeat. Fading, fading...gone. Just a tragic accident, knife marks hidden in structural damage and splintered impalement. Good. She licked her blade, spitting at the taste, unclean AND evil feh, then sighed. Concert in fifteen...
...just barely enough time to strip her shirt off and stow it away with her gear. A undershirt and ruffled feathers wasn't the impression she'd hoped for but beggars and choosers and such. She made it through the milling line to get her wristband a nice shadowy part of the nosebleed section being open enough to stretch her wings along the railing given everyone else was crowded center, trying to pretend they had better seats. Bah, seats didn't matter, they were here for music and relaxing right?
Sure.
When: An hour or so before show start.
What: SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE LATE!
"God damn it man are you stupid?" she growled, winging around an elevator shaft on a partially constructed tower. Did he really think that would save him? A tiny box when he did the things he did?People like her did not get contacted for GOOD people after all...
...not that she hadn't checked. Had to be certain after all. She might be a hunter but she didn't hunt the innocent. No.
She dragged a blade along the metal, laughing at the panicked shriek that elicited. Not safe at all, no. "Saiyo's father says hello. And Mako's. And Tina's. And Ruby's. Shall I go ooonnn?" she sang punching a hole and pulling free before the downward mechanics could wrench her arm. "Izuya. Mariko. Sani. Terri."
It was a litany of names as she followed it down. Most the floors were mere skeltons, no protection, but she loved how he whimpered when the doors slid open anyway. Would she get him now?
Now?
This floor?
Was this a nightmare?
Granted, it was a liiitttttle bit of one since her time sense, the concert was soon and this asshole had drawn things out. She was suppose to have a chance to go back and change, to actually maybe look nice for the concert but that wasn't looking likely, no. Damn selfish prick
"Annemarie, a nameless whore, that kid Teppin..."
The bottom of the elevator was dangerous, it meant moving cables and gears, but it was worth it to stab a knife upward and into a delicate foot. Finally, blood. It helped her frustration a little.
"You don't escape you know. You don't wake up and change your ways. That's past." Way past, the next wing around had charges on the brakes, the next a charge on the cab;e as it dinged cheerfully at yet another floor.
"You just die, and maybe that helps some families heal."
Quiet, smokeless, just brakes failing and a cable whipping loose in a shriek of metal while the coffin dropped the remaining twelve floors. The smell of blood was satisfying after it hit, crumpled metal leaking and the fading sound of a heartbeat. Fading, fading...gone. Just a tragic accident, knife marks hidden in structural damage and splintered impalement. Good. She licked her blade, spitting at the taste, unclean AND evil feh, then sighed. Concert in fifteen...
...just barely enough time to strip her shirt off and stow it away with her gear. A undershirt and ruffled feathers wasn't the impression she'd hoped for but beggars and choosers and such. She made it through the milling line to get her wristband a nice shadowy part of the nosebleed section being open enough to stretch her wings along the railing given everyone else was crowded center, trying to pretend they had better seats. Bah, seats didn't matter, they were here for music and relaxing right?
Sure.