Panic

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Rose didn’t bother looking up at the sickly sweet introductions of Edouard, not in the mood to play hostess. Her partner Samson, however, wasn’t nearly as prickly, offering a hand to the two men. “Sure thing, help yourself. Once the others catch wind that food is ready, you’ll be lucky to get any,” he joked as he passed over two of the ugly packets. Rose offered them cups of bad instant coffee as well.

“Do you trust your intel?” she asked harshly, cutting straight to the chase.

Samson tskd at her, his lips pursed. “Come on now Rose, we can talk shop later. We have a long enough walk ahead of us tomorrow. This is Private Rose Lehman, one of the best damn medics I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. She’s not always so rude,” he said, now addressing the other two. “I’m Private Samson Reddington, infantryman. I’ve never seen such an unusual makeup of people before,” he started, motioning to the other partisans. “Normally you get one or two different groups together, but your lot,” he said with a dramatic whistle for flair, “that’s something else.

Rose, picking up an MRE and coffee, stood up abruptly, not in the mood to make idle chit chat. She had no interest in getting to know anyone at the moment. No, she had to deal with Josh before it got taken any further. That was the second time today Connor had to stand up for her. Any more, and there was no doubt she’d be seen as even weaker by her squad than already. She already had her gender fighting against her, she wasn’t going to let some prick intimidate her.

Samson gave her a questioning look, but she didn’t give him a chance to talk her out of it. She quickly left the cabin to find Pittman who was still probably looking for a transmission signal. The young woman wasn’t surprised to find him leaned up against the side, smoking and staring up at the sky. Based on the amount of butts littered around him, he had been there for a while. She quickly placed the food down by him which he payed no mind to. She watched as his jaw clenched in anger, and his breathing deepen.

“I know I fucked up. I know it should have been me who lost their throat today…” Rose finally said, her arms defensively crossing in front of her.

“Go...away….” Josh gritted through his teeth.

“No. Not until I finish saying what I have to say…” she spat back. In an instant, Josh leaped up at her, knocking over the food and coffee. His hands wrapped tightly around her neck as he swung her around, and pushed her hard up against the cabin wall. Rose’s hands went to grasp around his wrist, but he was to strong.

“You just couldn’t leave her alone could you!” he started to scream. Rose had only been half heartedly fighting back, mostly to just keep breathing. But part of her had felt she deserved whatever Josh was going to do to her. But yelling was putting everyone else in danger. She already killed one person today, she wasn’t going to get everyone else hurt. She slammed her knee hard up against Josh who quickly let go of her as he grasped himself in pain. Rose bent over coughing hard as she tried to gasp for air.

“No I couldn’t leave her… she looked hurt. She was hurt…” she said painfully in between wheezing breaths. “I was doing my job…”

“Just fucking go you bitch…” Josh said glaring at her, still obviously in pain.

“I killed him. I know that. I’ll live with that. But you don’t get to bully me because he was your friend,” she said defiantly. She didn’t want to be afraid of him, but she was also looking for a fight, punishment for killing Vincent. Part of her knew she was riling him up again. He didn’t take the bait though, choosing instead to send an icy glare her way, before pulling out another cigarette and sliding back down to where he had been sitting previously.

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Sorry I just saw this! I'm still busy catching up while trying to stay on my study schedule, so not a problem at all!

The Sunday Group

Sorry about the delay! I'm working on this post and a handful of others, but with my test only a week away, my posting schedule will probably be a bit more scarce than I'd like. I should have something up by Saturday at the absolute latest though!

The Sunday Group

[quote=@ihinka]
@jasonwolf Could be I just meant he gives off this roguish vibe to me... sort of Space Dandy/Vash the Stampede mix.

I honestly read this as Space Daddy and didn't even bat an eyelash. Like yeah, that makes sense haha

I kind of figured Fiona was going to be more of a gray moral/ chaotic neutral kind of role. I imagine she'd have no problem bending any moral obligations I figure the others are going to quarrel with, which will probably put her in less than ideal situations. I also kind of figured she had been in the group for a couple of years, but I honestly hadn't given it much thought.

The Trick to Magic

Lola followed quickly behind the others. It took her a second to gain back feeling in her leg that wasn’t pins and needles. When she finally felt like she could walk without looking like a newborn fawn, she continued with the others, noticing two of the members lagging behind. She earnestly hoped they weren’t planning anything hostile. After all, it sounded like there wasn’t any reason they couldn’t leave. But the more Lola thought about it, the more she was having trouble remembering the reasons why she or anyone else would want to. Every problem, every issue in her life was about to be solved. And true, maybe solved by those who caused it, but hey, the ends justify the means...right?

The young woman could smell something amazing. It took her a long time to realize it was the food. Where modern restaurants and eateries always had food-like fraguanes, nothing quite captures it like the feast laid out before them. Without heading the Gardina’s orders, Lola started pulling a bit of everything onto her plate. She had never had non-synthetic food before, but if it tasted half as good as it smelled, she couldn’t wait.

She watched some of the others begin to introduce themselves to one another, but before she could jump in, they were busy in conversation. Never one to draw attention to herself anymore, Lola was content with eating and just watching the others. But at the mention of flying, her imagination was already taking hold, and Lola found herself busy lost in another daydream.

Plants. That was going to be her element. The young woman imagined as many of the plants as she could recall from the few trips her school had taken to a garden. Ivy and vines could help her fly. Well not fly as much as trapeze, but definitely the sensation of flying. She could imagine it now, the feel of air and rush as she floated above everyone and everything. Yes, plants suited Lola just fine.

Lola found herself getting much fuller on the real food then she ever did with the synthetic stuff. But it was a good kind of full. The food didn’t just sit in her stomach, sloshing around, but seemed to literally fill her up. It was the first time she had felt anything like it, and found herself smiling for the second time that day. New sensations, ones that she had never even imagined. The world seemed so much more open and full of possibilities. After having been so bitter for so long, the chips and weight Lola had been carrying around were finally leaving.

“Can you tell us a bit more about your father?” Lola finally asked when there was a lull in most of the conversations. “You keep calling him... a “visionary” was it? Have we heard of him before? Maybe of his work?”

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Haha no worries, I saw your status on needing time so I figured I'd give you a couple of days before bugging you.

The Sunday Group

@PennyThanks so much! I'm super excited for this to get really going!

The Sunday Group

“They’re doing it again.”

“Ignore it Frank,”

“But they’re playing that damn music again. I can feel it in my bones it’s so loud!”

“No you can’t. You don’t even have bones,” Fiona Grant chided her involuntary roommate before carefully going back to finish her lipstick.

“R.I.P., Rest in PEACE. How’s a guy supposed to get any peace with that loud racket going off every hour!” Frank was pacing now. Well, as much as you could pace as a ghost. It was more of an ethereal float back and forth across the room.

“Why don’t you just go rattle some chains or knock some shit over then,” Fiona offered sarcastically. Frank just grumbled incoherently at her and then at the loud kids downstairs. If he was this insufferable dead, Fiona could only imagine what he was like alive. Still, a girl could do worse for a roommate. He mostly just grumbled about kids these days or slept in his easy chair. Frank was more of a fixture, like a lamppost or a nice rug, than a roommate. Plus the social security checks that arrived every month, paying for the apartment, didn’t hurt either.

“...and they knew how to dress too!” Fiona just tuned into Frank’s morning rant at the last second.

“Hmm?”

“You’re clothes! You look like you’re going to a funeral again. Black this, black that. No, no women back in my day, they knew how to dress for a man,” Frank said, settling down into his large worn easy chair he refused to let Fiona throw out.

Fiona just rolled her eyes at his comments, grabbing her bag and keys. “Black is classic, it never dates. Plus it adds to the whole vibe don’t you think,” she said cheekily to a dismissive wave of Frank already falling asleep. “See you later you old crook,” she said already halfway out the door. As cranky as he was, Fiona liked having Frank around. He was the first real ghost she was able to talk to without them disappearing on her. And once he came, he never wanted to seem to leave. She still remembered the first time he popped up out of the wall ranting and raving at her for cashing his checks. Fiona didn’t know what was keeping him stuck in their apartment, but neither of them seemed concerned with figuring out how to get him to pass on.

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From the little bell above the door, to the mint green faux leather covering the booth and stool seats, “Rosie’s Place” was the epitome of a dive. But Fiona loved it, and the free coffee didn’t hurt either. The young woman slipped into her favorite booth, the one right across from the waitress station. “Hey Charlie, how was last night? You almost off?”

Her best friend Charlie, a leggy blonde who in her little uniform looked more like a model than a waitress, came over with two cups a pot of coffee.

“I’m gonna quit. I’m gonna march right back there and quit,” her friend started before she even sat down. “I mean I have rent coming up but I can be late again...right? Fuck, I can’t quit. I want to, but fuck…”

“You’re gonna be stuck here forever. You might as well change your name to Rosie now, save us all time,” Fiona said taking a long sip out of her cup. Her phone buzzed next to her, but she made no attempt to answer it.

“God, could you imagine. I should probably go get some blue eyeshadow too...maybe start doubling my smoking,” Charlie said, putting her head in her hands, letting out a huge puff of hair, sending her bangs fluttering up.

“Speaking of a smoke...can I bum one?” Fiona asked, already reaching out for one.

“You said you were going to quit last week,” the blonde said, still passing one over though from the front of her apron.

“I’ll quit when you quit Rosie’s,” Fiona countered. They both had promised to stop smoking years ago, but neither lasted more than a month. Fiona picked up her phone, taking one more sip of her coffee before heading outside for a drag. She absent mindedly flipped through her various social media, before opening up the email from Ellie. Shit, she was going to be late. With a wave through the window at her friend, Fiona set back to her apartment quickly to grab her go-bag. If she could time it just right, she should be able to hit the red line and would only be five minutes late. Okay ten.

The Sunday Group

I have a feeling Fiona and Morgan aren't going to get along, and she'd be more than happy to rat her out down the line haha

The Sunday Group

Oh goodness! You leave for one night and come back to three pages of OOC and a magical platypus! Hahahaha