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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:13 am
In her sleep, the first thing she was aware of was the pain.
Her legs, her back, her arms, her head-- whichever hurt the most, she didn't give a damn. <********>, her entire body hurt. Val drew in a faint, shallow breath, her entire body bruised from the fall and the slight burns causing irritation to her skin. She groaned in her sleep, as she tossed and turned in her dreams.
She had dreamt of a nightmare. A nightmare that included stolen star-seeds, ******** teleportational portals, and god forbid, a senshi. She had been knocked unconscious by his powers, and forced to endure his pity, an utter humiliation. Collapsed on the ground, she would have preferred to have died then t-
Wait, she wasn’t dead?
Oh god, this wasn't a dream, she realized. This was reality. Whatever had happened, had happened the previous night. It was no dream, despite what she may have wished otherwise. Jerking awake, she bolted into an upright position. The blood drained from her face, as the memories flooded her mind all at once. She remembered having been knocked unconscious.. but nothing else. Sweating, and out of breath, she gripped her sheets with startling intensity, overwhelmed by her sense of panic.
“Where the hell am I?” She whispered in a ragged tone, as she cupped her face in one hand. The effort to sit up cost her, as pain shot through her limbs. But her pain was the least of her worries right now.
The question remained: If she wasn't dead, where the hell was she?
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 5:57 pm
It was a dorm room. No, perhaps even worse, it was a Hillworth dorm room. They designed them to be claustrophobic. Paint was peeling off the walls where the Lovecraftian vandalism of occupants past had not been gouged in already. She was in the bottom bunk of a bunk-bed wedged into a corner by the window. And directly across from her, chewing gum and straddling a cheap wooden desk chair from behind, was Captain Hematite. Or, as far as his the damsel-in-distress was concerned, a teenage boy who'd presumably been staring at her the whole time she was out. And not even a very good-looking teenage boy - he had thick dreadlocks, dark circles under his eyes, and two scars that marred the left side of his face. But like her, his outfit was a dead giveaway that he wasn't just some goth kid who was overdoing it. Maybe it was the sundial-topped epaulettes, but there was something just a little too military. And in regards to her, well, he wouldn’t have guessed she was a co-worker if not for that telltale feeling of Negaverse magic when he’d walked up close enough to try and part her from an unprotected starseed. Sigh. So, figuring it was probably part of his brand new captain job description, he’d hauled her a** back with him by teleportation (a power he was enjoying far too much, even if it left him reeling after every use) and dumped her in his bed. Was she injured? How the ******** would he know? If she managed to wake up again, he’d point her to Killingworth’s office. And if she didn’t, well, he could probably pass her corpse off on some unfortunate lieutenant for gravedigging practice. Or wrap a bow around her and dump the body in Drew’s office.
"That's a fun question." He gave her a tired but mocking half-smile. Apparently, he hadn't slept at all the whole time. Not with a complete stranger in his room, especially a fellow Negaverser – who in their right mind would want to get some shut-eye around a fellow professional killer? If anything had kept him alive this long, it was his paranoia. "I can tell you where the hell you're not. You're not passed out on the asphalt by a bunch of burning buildings, with police on the way. Boy, that would have sucked, right?"
The boy didn’t move from the chair still, though he did reach into a jacket pocket and pull out a watch to check. Without looking up, he tacked on an extra question to follow up the rhetorical one before going back to chewing on his gum. "You got a name?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:14 pm
Not surprised by the sound of another voice nearby, Val turned to greet the stranger with a mocking smile of her own. "I suppose." She said, in a humorless voice as she attempted an awkward chuckle. It was somewhat difficult, as there was nothing funny about this situation.
He hadn't answered her question, but the answer was fairly obvious.
"I can tell you where the hell you're not. You're not passed out on the asphalt by a bunch of burning buildings, with police on the way. Boy, that would have sucked, right?"
The words echoed in her mind, as she came to the realization that he knew of last night's events. The question was, how much? But then again, not that it ******** mattered. She felt only humiliation and shame knowing that he had to haul her sorry a** out of that lunatic stunt she had pulled back there.
"I go by the name of Lieutenant Valleriite, but right now, I'm tempted to say idiot." She said, in a bitter tone, as she ran her hands through the bangs of her long hair. She must have been a mess- not the way she expected to look when she met one of her many negaverse comrades.
How did she know? His outfit and nonchalant reaction gave him away, as he continued to eye her from the bed.
Face flushed with embarrassment and discomfort, she turned her eyes away from the boy's. She couldn't bear to look at him, much less notice the boy's appearance. "I gotta go." Hands shaking, she flung off the blankets as she tried to get to her feet. Face downcast, "Tell me what I owe you. I'll pay you back later." Her words were a mumble, as she staggered on her feet. Gripping the bedpost, she struggled to regain her balance.
She couldn't stand to be here in this room, in such pitiful circumstances. In fact, she would have probably been better off dead.
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