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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 9:19 am
rabbit vaughn
not entering for prizes!
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 9:21 am
Quote: bad moon rising--1700 wednesday may 18The time is 1700 hours, and a man has just turned into a ******** monster right before your eyes. Or rather, not before your eyes, but close enough that you probably could've seen him become a monster if something hadn't gotten in your way.
That's not the problem, though. The problem is the cordon of state police outside the library: who knows why. There are bleeding people in here, dead people, but until the scene is provably secure not one of the law enforcement personnel can enter. You could've left in the first rush of panic, but you didn't.
Why didn't you leave?
His second thought was for Liv, safe at the hospital with Jim by her side. This time he didn't even sneer at the idea.
His third was for the eggs, never far from his mind these days. He'd left them alone again, or rather, with their second father p***k, and they were as safe as a pair of mysterious somethings from another, evil universe could be when protected by a cat. He wished they were here with him. He knew that this was the worst possible place for them. Neither truth canceled the other out.
All internal thought ceased once he was recruited by a diminutive baker to help a giant named Hux. After they'd done what they could, it had been too late to get out. Rabbit had to stay. He hadn't really ever considered leaving anyway.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:08 am
Quote: blood and guts--1830 wednesday may 18The time is 1830 hours, and the first of the casualties has arrived from the crew clearing the upstairs. Oh, there have been civilians, two of them. There's been the woman now sitting near-catatonic near the stairs, cradling a bloody bundle and tended by a nursing student. But this one. This one is really ******** up, and the men and women tending him speak only in hushed whispers.
The police still haven't let you out.
How are you doing? Are you okay?
He looked up, found a clock, and twitched. They'd been in here for an hour and a half and he'd run out of ways to help long ago. There was only so much crushed food he could hand out, and he knew less than nothing about treating injuries. He looked down at his wrapped up forearms, the bits of fabric that Rosie had encased them with now dirty and ragged. He hadn't been lying when he'd told that guy he didn't know anything, but he hadn't thought it would matter. Maybe he could find something to do in the basement or upstairs or just... away from all of this.
Rabbit sighed. He sat up straight and put on the face he wore when Olivia skinned a knee or a test result didn't turn out like she'd hoped.
He might not have known anything but he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone else in on that.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:11 am
Quote: waiting--1830 wednesday may 18The police are slow to believe the efforts of the negotiating team. Insisting that help is required has no impact on the negotiator from the state troopers, and the CDC requires evidence of hypertrichosis before it'll clear the area from suspicion of being a biological attack site.
You're getting by, but how? What keeps your mind off things, if anything does?
Apparently the cops thought this place was the site of some sort of biological attack. He wanted to laugh, just let loose a lengthy and near-hysterical cackle directly in the face of whoever'd come up with that shitty-a** hypothesis. Werewolves: The New 9/11. If only all of this could be written off as some tornado of crazy that would move along before it touched down again, not as something he was going to have to deal with over and over, for the rest of his (abysmally short) life.
He wondered what was going on upstairs while simultaneously wanting no part of it. Was this why he had stalled so long in that house on the beach? Was it why he still found himself lying awake in the middle of the night, deliberately avoiding sleep so that he wouldn't wind up back there? What Would Autumn Do? was a fine mantra, it was just a little hard to keep up with when there was no way he would ever actually be Autumn. Those things she did? He wasn't even capable of thinking about them for too long most days, let alone trying them himself. He couldn't bring himself to help right now. Maybe he didn't want to help ever again.
Or maybe he was just tired and overwhelmed. Maybe he dealt with barf in a giant's beard about as well as he dealt with blobs of jelly spurting out of overfilled PB&Js. Maybe he'd be the hero some other day. Rabbit chose a clean spot in a corner behind an abandoned booth and rested his back against the cool wall, sliding down to take a seat on the floor.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 5:23 pm
Quote: victory 1--1930 wednesday may 18Somehow, the police have been convinced that they are better served helping than waiting for news. There are paramedics swarming the first floor, people being carried away to ambulances and triaged in the concourse.
You survived.
How does that make you feel?
They were piling up the moderately wounded in his corner, and it took a few minutes to tiptoe his way through them, nodding at the ones who made eye contact as he passed. We did it, sir. Ma'am. You. Kid. We're still alive and that nurse isn't. Scars build character. At least you aren't carrying around any bloody bundles. Be glad you're not dead. Yet.
He was certainly glad. But even after what might have been a palette-cleansing nap in a less harrowing situation, Rabbit couldn't stop thinking about what this meant for him. For them. The ones who could dream their way into the other Ashdown. The ones who had magic. He couldn't imagine some of them leaving something as big as werewolves alone.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 5:24 pm
Quote: victory 2: finale--2000 wednesday may 18Someday, the police, your family, someone will ask you: what ******** happened in there?
There will be news stories to direct them to, of course, but they're asking for different reasons. They want to see the look on your face. Record the facts. Hear the trembling in your voice.
What will you tell them?
He started with mass hysteria because he was pretty sure that was a thing that people did, and what sounded more hysterical than a bunch of college kids insisting there were wolfmen running around? She clung to the part about the wolfmen, and insisted on grilling Maverick's customers about it for a week, but Rabbit didn't add to that story. He'd already said more than enough. When she cornered him the second time, he admitted it had been one guy, a crazy man with a whole bunch of knives and spectacularly good aim.
"He threw 'em around like Hawkeye... if Hawkeye threw knives instead of shooting things." Gloria did love her some Clint Barton. "I swear. There were no wolfmen. Just one weird guy who decided that was the day he was gonna kill some people. You know how weird stuff happens around here? I'm sure the cops just wanted to keep everyone from flipping out."
He'd never been very good at lying, and he could tell he hadn't done any better than usual, but for some reason Gloria nodded after a slow pause, patting him on the shoulder and shuffling back to her cut and color. Maybe she believed him. Maybe she'd already gotten the lowdown from someone who actually wanted to talk about it. Or maybe she just didn't give a crap anymore. No matter what had happened, Rabbit was glad. It meant he wouldn't have to answer any more stupid questions about things he didn't understand. At least not yet. He still had Olivia to deal with.
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