@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. :) I'll see about getting a post up tonight.
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@Lady Amalthea Am I good to post for Jack since Sigil replied or should I wait for the next WN?
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: the Station ---> The Park
As Marc and Tim turned their rage towards her sister, Tuesday took in a deep breath. Riley hadn't done anything wrong--they had no right to seethe at her for her own actions. For a moment, she was hell bent on chewing them out for the way they had treated her sister, but then she realized it wasn't her place. She had given up that authority the moment she stood by and watched as her parents kicked Riley out. Picking up her purse, Tuesday took Tim's last comment to her to heart.
"Catch you on the flip side," Tuesday called out, before exiting the room, leaving Cynthia, Tim, Marc, and Roxanne behind. She knew that Riley had exited out the front, so Tuesday walked over to a side exit, breathing in the crisp air as it hit her. Coughing slightly, she put her mangled pair of earbuds in, and listened to music on her phone as she walked away from the station, as she walked away from her friends. Without making a conscious choice as to where she was going, Tuesday found herself headed towards the park.
Whenever she was stressed out as a teenager, Tuesday--no, Chloe--had gone for a walk. The open space always left her feeling serene and calm, and underneath one of the trees, she would shuffle through the flashcards until her fears of failure were diminished. It was the only place she ever felt safe in Grimm. And no matter how much her life had changed, some things always stayed the same. She had no notion of how long the walk to the park was, wrapped up entirely in her own mind. She knew when she wasn't wanted--she wasn't going to hang around with them. Her biggest mistake was thinking that they would finally understand her.
Heck, maybe the bastard going around and cutting everyone up understood her more than her old friends ever could. She laughed a bit at that thought, only stopping in her walk when she placed her hand on the rough bark of her favorite tree. Breathing in the scent of it, Tuesday glanced around, before grabbing onto its upper branches and climbing it, the same way she had done in school. It had been her quiet space. She never told anyone about it, not Riley, and not any of her friends.
Having climbed to the top, Tuesday hit pause on her music, and pulled up a seldom used contact in her phone. Dialing the number, it rang twice, before being quickly picked up. "I'm in. I'll need airfare from Grimm, but I can start whenever."
Jaina & Sutton
Location: Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay D3
Sutton nodded, feeling a bit tense at the thought of going back to that horrid cantina. Someone there would recognize her, undoubtedly. She had spent her hours there when she worked for the Hutts, having had no place else to go. It was the cesspool of the galaxy into which all sorts of scum were inevitably drained--including people like her, who just wanted to disappear, and to remain that way. Following Luke as Kayala assumed a more protective role over the Senator, Sutton's heart fell as she saw they weren't alone in the spaceport. Stormtroopers, a crazed clown looking girl, and other terrifying individuals. As Kayala motioned for the Senator to fall back and stepped forward, Sutton cleared her throat. They were outnumbered and outgunned.
It was time to bullshit their way out of this, if possible. And if not, then resort to violence.
"Jeejee doth murishani du bu sinsa see Jabba bu Yih. Jeejee naee paupe kung bai tah bekia coo wamma Jabba wa koushonbe mevag," Sutton explained, slipping into her natural stance, the one developed from years of working amongst the Hutts. She held up a hand to Stehrr, shaking her hand at the wookie. "Cohbana ten, tee wookie dopkhaca pacwahh." Smiling at the stormtroopers and the other goons, Sutton noticed one of them was rather fixated, staring at Luke directly. She ignored the message on the earpiece from Denali, figuring that it would only ruin her attempted excuses before they began.
Jaina felt Morgbra slide the bow into her hand, but she let it fall to the ground. The eerie smile had vanished from her face, and the bounty hunter held her breath. There, standing in front of her, was a ghost from her past. She had known Luke before she was sent to the asylum, before her brother once again tried to fix what was hopelessly broken. Unable to move and unable to speak, Jaina stared at Luke, her eyes wide. Her vision almost flickered, shades of blue and purple, as clarity descended upon her.
What have I become? Jaina pondered for a moment, despair filling her mind. She shifted through her memories, wincing at the thought of all of them. All of the people she had killed, all of the horrors...What had she been thinking? A shiver went down her spine, as she remained wrapped up in this trance, or perhaps enjoying the brief break from the trance she had been forced into since she was young.
The blaster in her hand felt impossibly heavy. Jaina raised it, and while she felt it was slow, it was as quick as ever. Her eyes remained locked on Luke, a bit of fear in them, as if she knew that if she looked away, the moment would end and she would return to her deranged self. She aimed the blaster and squeezed the trigger.
She had aimed at Kordath.
"Why so serious, monster?" Jaina whispered, not yet aware as to whether or not she had hit her target. She turned her gaze away from Luke, and her vision flickered once more, an explosion of color. Her brain righted itself, and a smile plastered itself on her face, as she began to drip with laughter and glee and merriment. The sane girl who lived for a moment had perished just as quickly.
Posted. If there are any errors please let me know, posted on my phone at the hockey game
Jack Hudson
Location: Center West End of the Outer Wall
Jack couldn't help but muse that Bridgette would have done well in tourism. Growing up in Boston, almost everyone was a tour guide. His mother worked the Freedom Trail, and a bit of sadness came over him. His mother had been his only family growing up, with his half-siblings hardly ever coming to visit. The division of the household had been total.
"He was a wicked actah! Shame he nevah got an oscah, deserved one really. I'd give him one if I could," Jack replied, a goofy grin on his face. However, it vanished as he questioned Bridgette's sanity more and more. Accepting her gun, Jack felt a bit odd. The rule of Newnan had prohibited him from a weapon--and here he was, with one handed to him.
"Sounds like a plan," Jack agreed, thankful that nothing too shitty had happened.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)
Édouard whimpered, reaching his hands up to his hair slowly. Gingerly feeling for his soft and excellently styled locks, he winced as he touched skin. His hands shook and Édouard shut his eyes tightly. This couldn't be happening...not to him! But as he felt his hair again, Édouard once again felt the missing patches, and saw his delicate hair fall from Lyon's blade.
"Mes cheveux!" Édouard sobbed. Hot and thick tears poured quickly from his eyes, and his chest heaved with sobs. He started to regret not having chosen death earlier. At least he would have still been beautiful. What else did he have going for him besides his looks? The prospect of orange stripes in his hair was a horror, but he felt that nothing could restore his hair to its former glory. Inconsolable, he desperately wanted to eat a bullet. The knowledge of what he had been turned into was far too painful for him.
"Non," Édouard said simply, his teeth clenched. Tu peux 'kiss my azz.'"
@Pundii What a role model you are :P
@Witch Cat On day 6
@Nallore @Witch Cat: You two are good to go for now. Proceed as normal, my friends. ^^ Seems LLA has given you a bit of a respite from the blood and gore.
@Lady Amalthea: "That's a long ass story..." Hanson begins, before stopping for a moment. "And we'll be here a long ass time, so why the hell not? I'll make it simple if I can. I was doing a...a ritual, y'know, and some snot nosed reporter saw me. Took care of him. But you see, things around here have a habit of coming back to bite you in the ass, and his ghost became what's called a buruburu--think of it like a disease ghosts give to people who are like the shits that killed them. Some other sons of bitches in town probably were hurtin' as well. Only by burning Moses' corpse could the curse be reversed. So yeah, ghost sickness. Some trippy and corny shit."
@BlueSky44: "I'm a process server by trade," Decker began, keeping her eyes on the road ahead of her. They had left town proper and were speeding towards the farm, with the woman hardly paying attention to the speed limit. "But I am licensed for some investigation work. The Jeffersons hired me to look into their cattle deaths, suspected foul play. It was a paycheck." She doesn't offer any other explanations, however, as she slows the car down. In the middle of the road, this man appears out of nowhere, dropping a body to the ground. I'm sure you know what happens next. Snapping his fingers, the car explodes--killing the Sheriff and Decker along with it.
@BlueSky44: Kat gets a lovely look at the city as she leaves the apartment. Most of the undead had already been killed, due to the events at the Crypt Manor. If Altsoba didn't look like the end of the world the day before, it certainly does now. Cars have crashed into each other, power lines are down and sparks fly, chaos and disorder have taken over. Bodies line the streets, some of them the undead, some of them innocents. There is no one around, but the vibe is unsettling to say the least.
@Pundii: Jade chuckles a bit at Darren's joke, appreciating the humor amidst all of the darkness. For what it looks like outside, see the description directly above, written for Katsumi. Though, she noticed his slight discomfort. "What? Spent time behind bars yourself?" Jade asked, half joking, half serious in tone. Her theory was a small one, especially since the serial killer in question -- known as the Joker to the public -- had been put in maximum security. And there was the problem of motive, but a theory was a theory. "Ready?"
@Pundii: Aloise pauses for a moment, before just laughing. A genuine smile is plastered on her face, as if Liam emptying his stomach was the best thing that had happened that day. And in a way, it was. It takes her a moment to recollect herself, but then she leads the pair of them outside, making it over to her yellow bug. After getting in, she'll ask Liam for directions--hopefully, he knows how to get to the nearest church.
Mercurial Crypt
Mercurial listened to her mother as she spoke of the feast, having already finished her funeral preparations ages ago. She enjoyed to plan ahead, and in fact, her email address was InMemoryOfMercurial@gmail.com. The coffin she slept in each night would do perfectly for a funeral, and tucked away inside her room, she had left detailed instructions as to how to dispose of her corpse and possessions. She had been looking forward to the day of her demise for a long time.
"I suppose that is perfectly alright," Mercurial replied. "Feasting on one's enemies has always been a part of my ideal funeral. It's a shame I'll have to miss it." Her father's antics produced not even an eye roll from his (teenaged?) daughter. The only supply of blood she possessed in the house had been pilfered from the last blood drive, he was quite well aware of that. She didn't need to keep his blood in storage. A needle wasn't hard to come by, and she doubted her father would protest at her taking his lifeblood.
And while potions and curses did not interest her nearly as much as a clean, practical, and efficient murder, Mercurial couldn't help but ponder where her parents would go for the blood of a healer. The hospital would present a practical solution, but most of the so-called healers there had no knowledge of the old ways. Musing that her parents would likely head to visit Madame Violca, or perhaps even Father Kings the so-called faith healer, Mercurial turned her attention to the carnage in the home. There would be others around town, other perfect beasts to conquer. Slipping her gas mask out of her bag, Mercurial held her matches and lighter in her other hand.
"Father, Mother, don't wait up," Mercurial said coolly. "I believe it's time I perform my civic duty. And I need to stock up on kerosene as well. I'm afraid I'm a few ounces too short."
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