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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:29 pm
The second time she woke up, she was chained to the bed, and a very stern Camilla was watching her from the doorway.
She was lucid, at least, but the rage that had coursed through her veins was still as palpable as it had been the first time Clerise emerged from her dreams.
"Don't even start with me," Camilla snips, walking briskly to Clerise's bedside, giving it a wide berth. "I have authorization to let you be awake for a little while, If I can say, without reasonable doubt, that you won't pull the same stunt," she said briskly, crossing her arms. The key dangled from her little fingers.
The redhead stared at her, lip curled, swallowing a growl.
A singular nod. Fingernails dug into her palm, fists tight.
Camilla gave Clerise a stern glare-- she's dyed her hair, now, and was cute with violet hair-- and doesn't go for another needle.
"That's a good girl," she said on her way out, tapping Clerise's door with her palm.
As soon as she's gone, the redhead counts to ten in her head.
And again.
And again.
It doesn't stop her from screaming, shrill and upset like a goddamned harpy, yanking just once at the runic cuff attaching her to the bed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:15 pm
Rep was trying very hard to sleep. Very hard indeed. But it was made all the more difficult by the SCREECHING coming from the room next door. He'd tried putting the pillow over his head, something which made the horrible chilling remnants of the fear burns give him a headache. He'd tried putting his fingers in his ears. He couldn't because of his shoulder.
Eventually his rage hit its limit and he was forced to get out of bed, carefully, oh so carefully sitting up as not to tug on the injury at his waist, the pain dizzying as he shifted his weight onto it. ******** that hurt. And not in any good way.
He staggered, making sure he could walk, before heading out into the corridor carefully, dressed, as it happened in nothing but his boxers and bandages but giving no ******** at all as he peeked around the door into Clerise's room and screamed over her screaming
"SHUT. THE ********. UP."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:19 pm
Clerise glared at Rep, sneering, flipping him the ******** YOU."
She grabbed the pillow behind her and chucked it to him-- her table had been moved out of reach, lest she knock it over a second time.
It quieted her down for just a moment, her lips curled back into a snarl.
The scars didn't escape her view-- the scars that were her fault, she may as well have carved them in herself-- but the silence in her mind was yawning like a cavern.
"You can't tell me what the ******** to do, Willy."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:21 pm
He hobbled into the room, letting himself be hit in the face by the pillow, it was only a pillow after all, holding it in his good arm as he glared.
"Can't I circus girl? I'm not the one chained to their bed here."
He threw it right back at her.
"Don't expect you to ******** do it though. What's the problem?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:27 pm
Clerise snarled again, yanking at the cuff, intensely frustrated. "<******** YOU."
Normally, she'd be having that kind of a conversation with Balthazar.
Now was not a normal time.
"Just because those cunts decided to keep me here doesn't mean you get to be one of them--"
Her hair's undone, buns down, hair a wreck. Despite being passed out for hours, there were dark circles under her eyes.
The scars on her face looked almost peaceful were it not for the fact that they were still in the early stages of healing. A whirlwind of feathers cut into her skin, down her face and neck and shoulder.
"There isn't a ******** problem." She chucks the pillow at the wall, another series of swears threatening to burst from her chest. "Everything is ******** peachy. GET OUT."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:37 pm
He couldn't help but laugh, at least until he cringed and had to catch his breath as his injury reminded him he should be in bed. He tottered over to a chair for visitors and sat down carefully, needing to take his weight off of it, leaning back in the chair with a cringe.
"N.. nope. ******** YOU. You are keeping me awake with your ******** howling, so I've come to make your life as miserable as you are ******** making mine." Anyone else he might have been self concious dressed in next to nothing. With Clerise, he gave no ******** looked more of a mess even than him, his own hair ruffled, oddly messy, small clumps of it fallen out after the bizarre claws in his scalp but he'd managed to sleep thanks to the drugs and though troubled looking, seemed happier now someone was sharing his misery.
"And there ******** is a problem. She's called circus girl and she's ******** SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF. Things are not peachy."
He pointed at her with his good hand.
"Now spill or I'll ******** stay here all day."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:44 pm
There was no ******** way she was telling Willy (there was no one to tell her not to, in her head) that he was gone.
It was probably temporary anyway, she rationalized, glaring at the closed pocketwatch on the dresser, then at Rep.
She let loose another frustrated scream, slamming her free hand onto the bed, giving him a wide smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Hate to break it to you, Willy, but your very presence makes anyone as miserable as you are." Her tone is icy, concise, each word picked deliberately.
"Now how about you get over here so I can claw your <******** eyeballs out?" Clerise beckoned at him, laughing once. "Come on! It'll be just for funsies!"
It wasn't like the trainee didn't know how off-kilter it was-- god, it was just like before Deus, trying to argue with the therapists that what she saw was real. She was mad, clearly. Visibly shaking with it, the weight of it roiling just under the surface, her teeth gritted tightly.
Where are you, you little s**t? GET BACK HERE.
There was no response.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:52 pm
"Oh I know it does." he hissed with a toothy smirk. "That's the ******** fun isn't it? Glad to see I'm getting to you though."
He got up and intentionally tottered over to the bed. Close but not close enough she'd be able to get him with her nails if she lashed out, looking smug. "Like this? I mean you can ******** try and s**t, if it'll make you feel better. But then I'd have to like pin you and that kinky s**t isn't good for me when I'm in this condition."
He was unsettled by her feral, wild thrashing, but at the same time, she was chained up. He'd likely react the same ******** way.
"So any reason you are ******** chained up like an animal or just standard procedure?"
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its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:56 pm
Oh, and her glare was a withering one. Of course it would be WILLIAM that would find her, that would be next to her.
Of course it is, you were stupid and got yourselves cornered, and he went down right after you did.
"At least you understand that you're a pox on society," she replied, voice dripping with insincere sweetness. She scoffed at the idea of him pinning her-- as ******** if-- Red eyes tracking him like he was prey.
"I woke up swinging and knocked a table over," she said after a moment of silence, and then flashed him a grin.
She promptly swing out with a kick with her good leg, aiming to kick him anywhere, just to have a blow connect. Clerise's mind still felt wrapped in gauze, ringing in the lack of its second person.
You can't ******** hide forever, you little s**t. YOU HEAR ME?
[[ evens = hit
odd = miss ]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:06 pm
He wasn't expecting the kick. He really wasn't. Scratches maybe, but not the kick, and she was at just the right ******** height to hit him in the gut, making him squeak in pain, bend double and actually fall to the floor as blood soaked his bandages again. He just lay there for a few moments before slowly uncurling, and with more willpower than anything else, getting slowly to his feet, glaring at her.
"T..that.. wasss a ******** low blow." he hissed, pain adding an edge of focus.
Well he'd warned her.
In an action he'd be regretting pretty badly for the next few days, he leapt up onto the bed with a snarl, his shoulder utterly screaming in agony as he did so, climbing onto her to pin her with his weight, seizing her arms primarily and sitting his weight on her thighs to make sure he didn't get kneed in the nuts. That would not be fun.
As soon as he managed to wrangle her into submission, however long that actually took, he glared down at her - out of headbutting range, he knew what to expect from someone with nowhere else to go - and snarled.
"Now. ********. TALK."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:31 pm
Clerise laughed maniacally as he fell to the ground, unable to stop it once it started burbling free.
What? It was funny.
"I told you to get the ******** out, not problem tha--" Her juvenile retort was interrupted by Rep coming at her, wrangling her on the hospital bed.
The chained trainee tried to headbutt him anyway, but she was unused to fighting up close and personal without her weapon(WHERE ARE YOU. COME BACK, YOU LITTLE s**t).
The fight didn't drain out of her even as Rep managed to conquer her struggling form, kicking her legs on the bed in frustration, attempting to wrench her wrists out of her grip.
This wasn't playing-- he wasn't holding back, and neither was she. Tears started to p***k at the corner of her eyes, and Clerise snarled wordlessly in frustration, not trusting herself to speak. There was no ******** way that she was crying in front of him. No ******** WAY.
She bit at the air in front of her, wishing he was close enough to ******** tear into, her eyes defiant. "Or what? You gonna have your wicked little way with me? Sorry, Willy, haven't you ever heard that you can't rape the willing?" Her tone was dark, each word dripping with hatred;
One last and futile time, Clerise tried to break free. Her crazed face didn't go away, but she did stop trying to buck him off-- he was out of reach and the clear victor in this.
You didn't even ******** tell me to do anything anyway, just that it was bad and to run, that was before even ******** found anything, you gigantic ******** p***y.
"Whatever. Just. Go close the ******** door." She looked at expectantly. "Sunny's got ears like a ******** fiend."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:47 pm
There was something very very wrong with her, and he was ******** determined that he was going to find out what it was, even if he had to beat it out of her like a ******** pinata. "I'm going NOWHERE." he snarled , in absolute agony the more she struggled. It was doing nothing for his mood and his hands shook with the effort of keeping a grip on her wrists.
He had the tiger by the toe and it was pretty ******** scary, as she tried to /bite/ him, making him grit his teeth and concentrate even more on not letting her budge.
"I wouldn't... ******** rape you if you paid me." Her words had actually stung, something that surprised him, and his own tone was no longer joking but equally serious. "I'm just going to ******** make you TALK about this, or I'm going to knock you unconscious so you STOP ******** SCREAMING AND DRIVING ME MENTAL."
He was in ******** PAIN. He WANTED TO SLEEP. WHY WAS SHE MAKING THIS SO HARD?
Finally though she stopped struggling.
"I'm not ******** getting off you so you can ******** flip out again.." He let go of her chained wrist just long enough to seize another pillow in his good arm and throw it at the ajar door so it shut properly. He grabbed her again afterwards, his breathing shallow as pain still lanced through him, making him feeldizzy. "Now TALK."
Talk before he blacked out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:52 pm
"FINE." She glared at him, hard, scoffing, looking away from Rep and his new-found...
Serious tones.
She struggled to find the words, unsure exactly of what to say. How do you explain the impossible?
Weapons and hunters bonded for life, until the hunter died.
So why was there a void in her head? Why didn't he reply to her?
He'd given her the silent treatment from before, but he still took up space, a reluctant resident in her own home.
"He's gone," she said, quiet, barely audible.
"I can't feel him and I can't hear him and I don't know where he's gone."
Clerise shook underneath the man's grip, shoulders shaking as she struggled not to sob, whether out of rage or sadness, she didn't know. It sounded so much more real when she said it aloud, enunciated each word with careful finality.
"Are you happy now?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:05 pm
It took him a few moments to digest what she meant, a first thinking she meant someone from the mission, someone had died? Maybe a relationship? And then she continued and he realised that it was so much worse than that. He'd come to just accept Tracey as someone who was always just there now. He could feel him, silently listening and watching even now. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to have the silence inside his own head back again.
He gently released his grip on her wrists, sitting up, faintly aware he was still shivering as he fought to ignore the now rather distant aches and pains, much too focused on what she had to say. How could someone lose their weapon? Could that even happen?
A sudden possessiveness of Tracey overtook him, finding the idea of being human, fragile again, almost as terrifying as death itself.
"No mate, I'm not ******** happy now. Why would I be happy at that?" his tone was scolding but at the same time somehow gentle, not intentionally cruel. It was the worst possible time for him to become mentally aware of how awkward the way he had her straddled likely looked. Getting off the bed was going to be slow and painful. "Have you like, talked to someone higher up about this s**t? Find out if this happens normally?" for once he looked rather grave and serious.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:10 am
She didn't miss him. Not yet. It hadn't yet sunk in that her lifeline had been severed. If Balthazar couldn't be heard, there was no way he could be summoned. He wasn't close enough to check. Once more, Clerise cast an unreadable look at the watch on the nightstand, where he so innocuously lay.
Clerise rubbed at her chained wrist, lips pursed.
"I'm not your <******** mate," she replied sharply, hunched over. She would gleefully cut anyone else down to her own level-- If she couldn't be functional, no one else had a right to be.
"This is the first time I've been awake for more than thirty ******** seconds since it happened," Clerise snipped, rolling her eyes. She made no attempt to hide the nearly hysterical laughter that escaped from her mouth, nor the fact that she was laughing at him. "I know you're a little b***h, but do you really want me dead?"
The redhead drew a line across her neck, wincing when her nail hit one of the scars there. "Simon called us weak. Caelius called us expendable. H told me to never inconvenience him again." She peered up at Rep, hands balled into fists again.
Clarice came to mind, but it was shaming enough that Rep knew, of all ******** people. "If this DOESN'T happen normally, they'll kill me. We're useless and weak and human without our weapons."
"I'll figure something out, but no ******** way am I letting myself get taken care of like a lame mule."
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