Leann Lacey
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Post by Leann Lacey on Sept 23, 2012 13:00:45 GMT -6
The first to return was the sense of smell; familiar for one and alarmingly alien to the other. The overwhelming initial sensation was the sourness of sewage and the stomach-churning odor of decay - the defining aroma of the path they were forced to march for one's "homecoming" and the other's restless welcoming. The second sense returning was the tactile one; a combination assault of both the physical and the emotional. The physical, for Kaien and Lyre, was somewhat expected - the painful restraint of their bonds and the rough hands of the guards escorting them through the bowels of the underground arena; the sickening splash of the waste-filled water that covered their path soaking them with unimaginable filth; the suffocating thickness of the stale, damp air. The emotional siege was a different beast. The tension, the hatred, the fear, the rage, and the depression - these things, while new to Lyre, were familiar-by-proximity and experience to "the Nullifier", but the hysteria in this place had been ramped up to levels far above the red-eyed man's previous experience. There was an anxiety floating about in the air, and the sentiment was not just from the atmosphere. The farther into the depths they marched; the more tangible their guard's anxiety became. While darkness reigned, it was not due to any blind fold. The path itself was poorly-lit, and as their chemical-induced slumber wore off and sight returned, some amount of explanation for the aforementioned sensations became clear - they were walking through a path of death. Darkness was the rule, because the very structure of the tunnel they traversed was one of very recent carnage. The lights, one and all, had been shattered. The cold concrete was scorched and scarred, pock-marked by small arms fire and torn asunder by damage of a different elemental flavor. Floating in the murk around them were bodies, and nearly all of them were clad in the typical dress of Wild Diamonds guards. There were murmurs of discontent among the members of Kaien and Lyre's entourage, but nothing concrete was whispered in their presence. Mercifully (or perhaps not), the trek through the underground's newest non-graveyard was a relatively short one. After moving through a central junction and hanging a right, the two prisoners were brought into an area deep within the Arena's holding pens. As expected, the path taken was the twisted combination of concentration camp and "petting zoo", with cages of all makes and models housing mutants of a myriad of dispositions and power types flanking the path on each side. There was damage here, too, but nothing as visceral as that from which they had come. For one, very little of the damage appeared to be of the bullet storm variety; any structure whose integrity had been compromised had been blasted and burned, melted and mangled by something else. There were no bodies, save one or two in mutant cages that may or may not have left the mortal coil. What was different was the tension - those behind bars (or glass, or plasma) seemed as though they had been subdued; as if they were simply "waiting for the last pin to drop." Most, including those that could physically be called monsters, did not even bother to look up or acknowledge the presence of the guards and their prisoners. Perhaps this was due to the source of the carnage in the tunnels; perhaps this was due to knowledge and anticipation of a different sort. Eventually, the plodding group came to a different nexus - one that would have been familiar to Leann, but that had never been seen by the prisoner mutants. It was a cargo elevator, redesigned for the decadence of the "Master of the House"; intricate in its precious metal webbing decorations, and pristine - almost sterile - in its scent compared to their recent previous experiences. Kaien and Lyre were unceremoniously thrust in, their entourage following suit and surrounding them. A button was pressed, and the doors slowly closed. Their ascension occurred with the speed of frozen molasses, and at first, was silent save for the breath of the occupants in the elevator. But as they rose, the roar and murmur of a crowd descended to meet them. The Arena, whatever damage glimpsed beneath the surface, was functioning at full capacity. As the doors to the elevator opened, it was revealed that Kaien and Lyre had been taken directly to Miguel Vasquez's private bubble. The protective balcony offered the most pristine view of the battlefield below and acted as the perfect central point for MV to act as Master of Ceremonies. Still, as soon as the doors opened, something seemed amiss. There was no mirth in this place, despite the writhing Dionysian masses flooding the spectator portions surround the arena. The throne still dominated the center of the bubble, but the aura emanating from it was one of haggard spite, laced with fatigue. Inside the bubble, there was a distinct lack of the usual festivities. No scantily clad serving girls dotted the mini-landscape; no expensive refreshments of definitive gluttony marked the pearl-white floor. There were no "guests" present; only a smattering of guards. The only spectacle within the bubble was the pink-haired girl, shackled at the ankles and wrists, and strung up from the ceiling. She was swinging, lazily, hanging about an inch above the ground. Her legs and forearms were decorated by crisscrossing light pink ribbons, her feet were bare. Her body, or at least her torso down to her knees, was covered by a thin négligée of white, striped with the crimson of her own blood. It seemed to have only recently been put on, and with her hanging, the placement of the garment was mostly haphazard. Through the thin fabric, the silhouette of her undergarments could be seen, as, too, could the stripes, caused by a nearby, discarded whip, on her flesh. A blind fold, the likes of which might have been used by some debutante insistent on darkness for her slumber, covered her eyes, and though the remnants of tears striped down her cheeks, she was wearing a wicked, almost amused half-grin. "Package you requested is here, boss," offered up one of the guards, apprehension heavy in his voice. In fact, the apprehension in all of the guards was thick in the air, and the reason for that was painted by their collective gaze, centered on the girl hanging from the ceiling. Lee seemed aware of it, as well, for her grin melted into a clenched visage of hatred as soon as the guard spoke. She writhed, struggling at her bonds, her fingers flexing above her head, but there existed a "safety net" in the bubble now - Kaien's nullifying effect was, ironically, the shield currently saving his captors. "Finally. Something done correctly. I'd thought it a fucking impossibility." Mr. Big's voice was tight, barely controlling his aggravation at the situation. He rose, his back to the prisoners, and brandished his diamond-tipped cane. "Behave, you wretched little bitch!" A brutal swing, and the cane was buried into Lee's stomach, crushing the wind from her and sending her wildly swinging on her rope. He turned then, his surprisingly sunglass- less gaze ignoring Lyre entirely as it fell, hatefully on Kaien. The boss looked tired, sporting heavy bags beneath his eyes and a measure of stubble on his face and head that had never-before graced the actual arena. "Or you're clock will run out." He gave a jerking gesture over his shoulder. "Cut the rope. Open the front. The show goes on."As he turned away from the prisoners, Lee was unceremoniously dumped to the floor. Her posture, on her knees, was one of submission... but she managed a little giggle once her breath came back. As the front of the bubble balcony spread open, MV strode to his "pet", grabbed her by the throat, and roughly stood her up. She was wearing the wicked half-grin again. "You understand the instructions, right? You will listen to every single word I say and, if you do not..."The grin remained. She said nothing; made no noise whatsoever. He released the hold on Lee's throat and removed a key from his pocket. Grabbing her hands, the boss unlatched the shackles around her wrists, then tossed the key to the guard closest to him, indicating that it was the guard's job to remove Lee's ankle chains. As the guard moved to comply, MV grabbed the girl by her hair, jerking her head back. "Absolute obedience!"With his free hand, he jerked her blindfold off. In that moment, her newly revealed eyes matched the frenzy of her smile. They were shining, wild and hysterical, just as they were when Kaien had last seen her. A backhand across her face tilted her gaze away from the prisoners, bringing a trickle of blood to the corner of her mouth. She managed a small "heh" in response, and promptly returned her head to its original position... but then she froze. Her eyes locked on to Kaien as if he were a magnet and she were made of iron, and her wicked expression fell away, the vacant, questioning, lost look - first imposed by the abrupt kiss in the medical ward - taking over. If MV noticed this, he did not make it known, instead pulling what appeared to be a set of heavy headphones from another pocket. He shoved this onto the pink-haired girl's head, then grabbed her by the face, shattering her spellbound gaze and forcing her to look directly at him. "Every. Single. Command. Every. Fucking. Single. Direction. You are far more trouble than you are worth."His hand returned to her throat, and he pushed her to the balcony's open edge. Here, there existed a single moment of hesitation, during which Lee once again flashed her vacancy in Kaien's direction and then, she was gone. A final, hateful push sent her head-over-heels and over the edge. The crowd roared. A second passed. Her scream shot back up and into the bubble, like a banshee... and the doors of the bubble began to close. But MV did not linger at the edge to watch the beginning of the event below. He turned on his heel, spitefully, and strode back to the prisoners, instantly bringing his diamond cane to bear across Kaien's face, with such force that the decorative accessory splintered at the midpoint of the shaft. There was a follow-up to this assault, for the moment of "stunning" by cane allowed the boss to grab Kaien by the shoulder and thrust him towards the now-closed bubble shield. Two guards immediately moved to flank and hold the red-eyed young man in place, and MV came following behind, forcing Kaien's forehead to the transparent surface. "So good of you to return, boy," he said, through clenched teeth. He was shaking with anger. "The fucking catalyst, right? Well, enjoy the show! Watch the wretched final performance of your pathetic little doll before her... before your final curtain call." Another gesture over his shoulder. "Bring the new girlfriend forward! Let her get a good look at the show! Let her see her future! Let her see what disobedience will get her!"The Arena below was like the re-creation of a desert; flat, shimmering sand spreading across the entire barren landscape. The center of the arena was dominated by a large, shrine-like cage, though what it contained could not yet be seen, and ten "weapon racks" dotted the walls of the arena floor, spread equidistant from each other. Directly below the bubble was where Leann had been thrown and, as she was the only visible combatant, she was the alarming measure of the nature of the Arena floor. Somehow, the girl had "righted" herself during her fall, and had managed to land on her feet. She had immediately sunk into the sand, the shimmering, sticky granules reaching up to her knees, but she seemed to have stuck. One of her hands was clutching at her hair, while the other was out in front of her, shaking violently. Haphazard bolts of green lightning shot out, melting and solidifying the sand in front of her and, after what appeared to be an excruciating moment of hesitation, she flopped forward onto the newly made surface, promptly curling up into a ball. From the distance above, it was difficult to tell exactly what had occurred, other than the pink-haired girl's feet were freshly coated with crimson, and there was large, seeping red gash through her right calf. "Get. The. Hell. Up." MV's voice was cold and quiet. He had produced a small microphone-like device and, with this appearance, the purpose of the headphones he'd put on Lee became clear. Below, she seemed to hear the words, even through her writhing, because she began to act. She did not immediately sit up, but she managed to curl her right leg forward, her hands, shaking, snaking out towards the gash. Her fingers closed around something and, again, she hesitated for a moment. Then, with a scream that was silent beneath the roaring crowd, she jerked her hands back, and nearly rolled off her makeshift platform from the effort. In her hands, she was clutching a large shard of glass. She managed to throw the bloody insult back into the desert sands, and it quickly sank away from view. Somehow, she retained some shreds of rationality, and began using the pieces of the ribbons that had covered her right leg to form a makeshift bandage for the wound, right there on the spot. Once these pieces were in place, she forced herself into a sitting position and, just like with the calf wound, she began picking pieces of glass out from the wounds on her feet. Frantically, she tore the ribbons off of her forearms and began shredding apart her flimsy garment, trying and, at least in the most basic sense of the word, succeeding in "patching" her wounds enough so that she could "continue with the game." "I said get the hell up! Move faster!"But she couldn't. Not yet. Instead, she did what she could to "show effort." She turned in the direction of the central cage, held out her blood-covered hands, and unleashed her element. Slowly, but surely, she was creating a solid glass platform to what was, apparently, her ultimate destination. The crowd, appreciative of both the blood and the creativity, gave a roar of approval. ((Ok. Geez at the length. >_> But I thought it best to not complete the entire "action" in the Arena in a one-shot. I thought it ok to "get them to the bubble" in one go, so hopefully that's ok. Let me know if you guys want me to just complete Lee's portion/the Arena event in the next post, or segment it out for reactionary purposes. I anticipate the latter, but... figured I'd ask, in case you just want me to "get on with it!" xD Feel free to control any/all of the guards, and, hell, MV as well, since... I don't really "feel" his dialogue working so well right now. ._. If you like, you can even have him leave the bubble to go watch the rest elsewhere, on the excuse that he has to go entertain guests, since he's "been a poor host" this night. Also! I didn't include the name in the title tag, but... I imagine Eluard should be included too, right? I can change that quick. LoL.))
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Kaien Tsubakuro
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Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Sept 25, 2012 20:49:25 GMT -6
The bounds were hard against his skin, the ones on his wrists already rubbing a sore into fragile skin, never fully healed from such treatment. Consciousness was slowly returning to him and the smells and sensations it registered filled him with dread. The worst part of it was – and this he realized with gritted teeth – that Lyre had been dragged down here with him. Through the filth and fear and hatred he was pierced by strong frustration and distinct regret. This shouldn’t have happened. He should never have stayed at her place. Kaien tore his gaze away from her and stared into the sewage, trying to walk with the guards instead of being pulled along. Tension was rich in the air, so strong and putrid it was overwhelming. During their short trek through the tunnel, something inside Kaien changed. He was no longer the person that had sat on her couch, slowly returning to his true self, but someone with blood-red eyes that shone of daggers. When they passed holding pens, Kaien did not look to the mutants restrained within. Even in their subdued state, one of them, a girl full of frills, scales and with webbing between her clawed fingers, raised her gaze and her eyes lit just slightly at their coming. Her appearance normalized at Kaien’s passing, she lowered her gaze and she stroked the pale peach skin of her hand (usually scaly and blue) with regretful tenderness. When they became out of sight, she was scaly and bearing gills again. The girl closed her overly large sea-blue eyes and sunk within herself. Kaien felt the rough shove that sent him to his knees in the elevator. Soon enough it would be remembered as a kindness in comparison to what aviated them. In the brief silence of ascension he sought Lyre’s grey eyes and the hatred in his passed under the surface to be replaced with an apology that was both solemn and hopeless – for no apology could ever be enough to excuse the hell he had dragged her into. Slowly, his gaze fell from her and remained on the floor, the echo of spectators coming from the arena sending ripples of anxiety through him. The elevator opened to the sight of Leann, hung to MV’s bubble-dome like a fetish-inspired piñata. Whatever was left of Kaien’s ability to form sentiment sunk even further, darkness spreading through him like wildfire. Somewhere underneath it, he was glad she was alive. Even deeper underneath that, there was the dull drum of recognition of someone whose suffering immediately impacted you as well. Kaien didn’t register MV’s first words, but everything inside him tensed with powerful hatred when the man rose to strike the pink-haired girl. His gaze on the man was openly such that wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands, without a morsel of hesitation. He met the hateful gaze turned on him with one that matched it, surpassed it even, his teeth grit underneath his lips. Lee was pushed out of the bubble and MV followed, proceeding to handle her roughly. The girl seemed to have cracked, or, her lunacy persisted from their last meeting. A new wave of guilt washed over Kaien. He should have been stronger than that, than... how he had reacted, or not reacted, after her insults. The hatred in his eyes was absolute as it bore into MV’s back and inside he was consumed by the desire to hurt the man, slowly and painfully. The madness of his rage matched Lee’s hysteria. When her gaze fell on him, however, with that oddly questioning look that was so full of recognition, the hatred froze in his eyes and shattered, leaving behind an unguarded look of remorse. When her gaze was torn away, the flash of emotion on his face hid behind a curtain of blankness. And she was being treated to abuse again. When she looked back, Kaien’s hand raised towards her slightly and instantly, as if drawn to the gaze, or wishing to establish a lost connection. She was pushed off the balcony and his limb dropped back. As if to punish the silent exchange, MV returned to the bubble and struck him across the face with such force that it knocked the confused emotion right out of him and let rage take its place with a vengeance. His tense shoulder was grabbed and the entire dragging and handling made all the wounds on him throb. Should the guards not have moved so swiftly, his hands would have been on MV’s throat. Kaien struggled only briefly in their hold, his hold, before his rage allowed enough reason to relax to it, for there was no point in struggling. With his face pressed uncomfortably to the hard plastic, he listened with no choice to MV’s words. His stomach gave a lurch when he was made aware of Lyre again, but his eyes were on Leann, more of less because he had no choice, watching her curl into a ball and feeling some form of inner pain for it. Because watching her struggle was damaging his soul in a way he couldn’t quite understand, Kaien closed all doors to his feelings and became, for all intents and purposes, a hollow reaper with eyes that spoke death. With force he didn’t know he had, he twisted powerfully in the guards’ hold, much like a crocodile did when trying to untangle from someone’s grip or rip off a chunk of meat from its meal, and gained a moment of surprise from them that allowed him to strike one of them squarely in the face with bound fists, breaking a nose. The other guard was upon him, and soon another and he was restrained before he could so much as touch MV with a daring finger. The hateful man treated him with a boot on his chest, the polished black shining as the footwear pressed against him hard. Kaien’s look was as hateful as ever but he didn’t utter a word. “A glutton for punishment, are you boy?” MV’s tone was a tired sort of venom. Kaien kept quiet, but his eyes remained defiant. That was when MV managed to crack a grim half-grin, perhaps starting to gain some craziness of his own. Without another word, he turned to Lyre, who had been dragged to watch the spectacle below as well. The guards that held her angled her towards him. With that same wickedness that spoke from being his weariness, he grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled hard. “I was hoping to keep this one for a while longer. See what she’s made of.” His grin dropped and his grip on her hair strengthened. “But your boyfriend here seems to be encouraging me to throw you in to be eaten by the scorned ex.” He released her hair by flinging it in her face. “Open the shiel-“ “Don’t!” Kaien had finally spoken up, his voice hard and forced. MV turned at this sudden interruption, one eyebrow shooting up. He twisted around to face Kaien, eyebrow raised with bored intrigue. “You dare command me, you RUNT?” He was upon Kaien then, his hand around the young man’s throat as it had been latched to Leann’s. For a long moment the two just locked gazes, one tired and hateful and the other desperately trying to remain neutral for Kaien was collecting himself as much as he could. “Bow down to me.” MV’s tone was dark and warning. “Bow down and ask for forgiveness and you’re new whore will be given...” The tired, but malicious grin was back, ... ”an extension.” Kaien’s wrestled with his pride and felt something inside him shatter when, with blank eyes, he bowed low to MV and said: “Forgive me, master.” Inside, the demon within him was rampaging. ((It’s fine with me and I’ll bring Eluard in when it’s time. I kind of added stuff for Lyre to reply to. @.@ Sorry., Lyre. I had no idea what you were doing with Lee and the shard of glass and the platform of glass? To wherever it’s going so I didn’t even know how to add an element there for your Lee’s fight, Laz. *so confuzzled* But anyway, maybe rush through the fight so we can move on to the Kaien/Lee confrontation and then the riot?))
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Lyre Maybridge
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Post by Lyre Maybridge on Sept 25, 2012 22:33:26 GMT -6
It had happened so suddenly and everything was taken from her and replaced with the stench of sewage and something she would probably say was akin to the stench of death. Grey eyes slowly opening to see ahead of her as she slowly dragged her sluggish limbs to try and keep up with the fast walking pace. It had been so nice, to be able to sleep for a while without the dreams of horror that plagued her. A one night of true rest would have been heaven sent but had she known the consequences she would have denied such a treat, she thought solemnly. Lyre's feet giving out on several occasions, the guards jerking back and forth with her weight gave a distinct snarl yelling at her to either be dragged or keep up. With a rather nasty look gathered at the impatient guard, she stomped through the file smelling area with bare feet.
The binds digging into her skin barely registered through the anger that filled her core and shook her bones. No evidence of her anger other then the tears that dripped steadily down her face which could easily be mistaken for fear or something similar. Though as Lyre bit the inside of her cheek, she was afraid yes - terrified actually - but she was angry at herself most of all. She should have seen it, should have left his side for at least five minutes to predict any danger for them but she was stupid enough and naive enough to believe they wouldn't find him. Either of them. Now they were being dragged back to this horror show she had only witnessed in her sleep and she knew nothing would ever compare to it other than seeing the real thing for herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! she wanted to scream in frustration but the only thing that escaped her was a shuddering breath and a shake of her shoulders as she continued to trek through the madness.
The cells were lined up like she had seen, and she tried not to look but the look on the one girls face who was affected by Kaien's ability made her ache and she looked away quickly. Grey eyes avoiding everything but her own feet because there wasn't room for pity here. Pity would probably get her killed, especially if she were ever to face the girl. Life or death, fight to survive in such literal terms was so foreign and she was so terrified and so angry and so many other things that she could barely think straight beyond the reprimanding condescending comments she threw at herself in the private of her mind. The only thing that would probably remain private to her, she thought with bitter resentment for these people here. Grey eyes glancing at the other 'prisoner' beside her before looking forward. Her hair an effective shield thankfully.
Lyre wasn't angry at Kaien though, a part of her wanted to be but the larger part of her was just so angry and scared in general but she wouldn't blame the one person who effectively said they'd be friends. She wouldn't have blamed him even if he hadn't said it, she blamed herself for allowing them to get caught. She could have prevented this, she could have damn well predicted this had she not been so stupid! With a long exhale and what was left of her patience, she gathered herself together and prepared for the worst. But as they stepped into the cold flooring of the elevator, she caught a wary glance from the man beside her and it struck her like a ton of bricks as she quickly looked away. The likely hood of them knowing if she was mutant or human was extremely slim, she had no physical deformities to go by nor any obvious flashy skills. For all they know, she could have just been another normal human that was working with the person who helped Kaien escape in the first place. They were going in with her blind onto what they knew, with an almost snort at the conversation she last had. Lyre really did fit into normal standards by most means. If she played her cards right, they wouldn't know and she may be able to survive her fight if she got one. As long as she was away from Kaien she may have a chance to survive but with a glance at Kaien she frowned looking forward at the elevator doors.. But Kaien was still extremely injured, she had to think long and hard about what she could do.
When the doors opened, Lyre had not been expecting the sight that first greeted her. The strong smell of blood and the pink haired girl that she had seen in her dreams accompanied by Kaien, hung up by ropes like a marionette on bloody strings. The anger from her side was stifling as the tension that had accompanied them through the bowels of the place. With a quick glance it was clear that Kaien held a soft spot for the girl and that he wanted the man in charge dead on all accounts for what he's done. Shoved roughly through the doors, her feet aching lightly against the damp skin on her fresh scratches that she had gained when being dragged. Though she wasn't complaining, she was the best one here besides the obvious others who inflicted this type of injuries onto them. On all accounts she was a fresh slate and she really didn't want to provoke any treatment such as that. So she watched the girl dropped from her ropes and shackles and the flicker of something and sanity appear in her obviously tortured orbs before she was roughly dropped into the ring to which Lyre couldn't hold back the gasp that accompanied such a display as her body automatically tried to run forward, only to be yanked back by the people holding her.
The sharp blow at Kaien surprised her and she let out a protest. "Stop!" But it was ignored in favor of one of the guards yanking her arm painfully back in a way to tell her to keep quiet. Letting out a quiet hiss from the painful position as she watched Kaien forced up against the inner bubble. Though when he struggled away, wounding one before tackling Kaien with such speed she barely blinked as it all unfolded before her eyes. Wide with surprise before MV turned to her and she very nearly flinched at the look at his face before she was being dragged over toward him and angled to face him. Eyes staring up into his own before he reached up, her grey eyes watching terrified as he grabbed a pigtail and yanked. A muffled protest dying before it emerged.
"I was hoping to keep this one for a while longer. See what she's made of." The loud thump of her heart was deafening and very nearly drowned out every other sense around her. If it wasn't for Kaien's obvious ability she probably would have been on the ground from the amount of hostile people in this bubble, let alone the arena - her ability would probably override her senses easily. "But your boyfriend here seems to be encouraging me to throw you in to be eaten by the scorned ex."
Had the situation been different, at the term boyfriend Lyre would have laughed until she probably cried. Kaien barely considered her a friend, the thought of her being his girlfriend would have been amusing. As it stood though, her grey eyes were wide her hair flicked back into her face and with a command that fell on deaf ears she watched with horror as the shield opened and the men holding her took a step to throw her out into the arena. All thoughts scrambling around in her brain, she would be thrown in so soon?!
"Don't!"
Lyre's wide grey eyes followed the direction MV turned to, slowly finding Kaien and slightly surprised at his outburst for her. This was hell and he was standing up for her? The display that went on nearly made Lyre sick. To see Kaien's proud features turn blank and watch him as he bowed had something sickening inside her. The tears still bubbling in her eyes as she tried to will them away. There was no anger at being called such things, she had endured worse at her own town, and she was just spared from being thrown into the arena but at what cost? Her eyes trailed over Kaien's bowed form and she couldn't help the anger that spiraled up, the corners of her lips twitching down as she bit her bottom lip between her teeth.
Her heart was hammering loudly, and she cast a long glance outside the window. Watching the pink haired girl as she struggled to make her way through. The way she seemed hesitant to step off the platform she formed to walk on, made it clear either there was something underneath the sand, or with a scrunch of her face as Lyre focused, or it wasn't sand to begin with. The fight for flight response in Lyre was like the adrenaline pulsing through her veins, the obvious flee response wasn't going to happen any time soon. A slight tug of her arm revealing the men were clutching onto her arms tightly, and with a glance she knew there might be bruises later but she couldn't feel any of it right now. Slinking between her two guards who cast a wary glance at her before resuming their attention on Kaien and inched one leg in front of one of her guards. Her short stature would probably come in handy if most the male guards were tall.
With a sickening crack, Lyre pulled her foot away from the man who crumbled to the floor howling in pain as he held his knee. Her foot ached painfully, but thankfully she had been taught basics of self defense and had read a few things on it as well. But the guard had let go of her arm and she brought her hand, palm up to smash into the guys nose and hopefully cause some serious injury. Maybe even kill him if she managed to do it right.
Kill him? She froze at the thought, grey eyes wide as she stared at the man before her, hand mere inches away from his face but with the seconds hesitation, he had grabbed it and forced it around her back. Hiking it up high enough for more then just discomfort as she stood on the tips of her toes in an attempt to ease the pain on her arm. Was I really going to kill him? Lyre avoided looking up at anyone, eyes wide and frantic as she could hear the man beside her still crying out in pain as she flicked her gaze over to him. Injure, sure. But kill someone? Could she really kill someone? Terrified she looked up at the people before her, no she didn't think she could. But as she really took in the people before her, a sick part of her thought she really wouldn't have a choice. Lyre felt sick.
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Leann Lacey
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Post by Leann Lacey on Sept 26, 2012 11:44:47 GMT -6
Above, the interaction of personalities was twisting and turning; dominance, minute revolution, forced submission. The emotions clashed, trapped within the invisible physical bubble, known only to those within. The sentiments were lost to those on the outside. The rueful spectators had no reason to look above, for the show was beneath them. Their roar had fallen to a restless murmur, as the spectacle on the white-gold sand was one of slow suffering. The pink-haired one - walking on glass of her own creation, leaving a smeared crimson trail in her wake - was a pathetic picture in her unstable, solitary journey towards the central cage. As the "master" was preoccupied above, she moved only as she could, instead of how she was ordered, and the results were inspiring to those watching above only by building anticipation for whatever would happen next. Reaching the central cage, which persisted on solid rock as opposed to the liquid sand beneath her path of glass, was a laborious task. It was painful, physically, from the newly inflicted wounds. It was painful, mentally, because of the shock of "reintroduction" - the one that had "thrown her over the edge" (coincidentally; for Kaien had simply been the "last one in line" to push, intentionally or not, Leann over) - had almost brought her back; only to have it all torn away by the irony of literally been thrown off the edge. She had the wherewithal to wonder, to ponder, the situation she had made her abrupt exit from, but she lacked the awareness to consider the specifics. She had missed Lyre entirely. In the guards, all she saw were targets. In the "master", she felt the command that she would resist until actually forced, and in Kaien, she saw... what had she seen? Had she seen anything at all? These things rocked her brain as she meandered onward, bouncing around like hyper-active teenagers in a mosh pit at a death metal concert. But she reached the center spire. She made it to the "goal." It wasn't a surprise; there were no other paths to take. But MV remained distracted, and Leann remained without direct orders. Listless, the pain in her legs having gone numb from her exertion, she sought an outlet for frustration and, in a move that caused some confusion amongst the spectators, she set about destroying what she had created. Like a peasant (or the equivalent) in a real-time strategy game, left to their own devices without the master's mouse click, Lee chose the work of the mundane. Moving like an agile zombie, she began plucking large pieces of loose rock from around the cage, carrying them to the edge where she had arrived, and throwing them onto the glass path, shattering it. Back in the bubble... "Uh... boss? She made it."The master was still preoccupied, but the interruption of the guard forced him to pause in his current attempts to break Kaien. Still, he was not about to turn away from the "delicious" site of the red-eyed demon on bended knee. He did not need to see Lee's state or positioning to understand, anyway - the landscape and the script had, after all, been written by him. He reproduced the microphone. "Open it! Get in the center! Dance and release the storm! And don't you dare lay a finger on the others! They will play their part and you will not harm them, until I say so!"Below... Robotically, Lee's attention was shifted, and she stumbled over to the side of the cage where a monstrous lever awaited her. Small as she was, simply pulling on the thing proved a futile endeavor. She was forced to scramble, scantily clad and bloody, on top of the device and use all of her weight to slam it to the ground. The effort sent her sprawling, and she only barely avoided slipping back into the sea of sand and glass. But the spectators ignored her plight, for the spectacle was in the opening of the cage. The groan of metal, the lifting of the spider-like ceiling, and the collapsing of the outer "legs" was the central focus. Once the heavy movement finished, the primary "playground" was revealed. The surface was flat, rust-colored rock shaped, in a way, like a starfish goliath. At the end of each "arm", a pair of prisoners (save for one; one arm held only a single prisoner) was strung up, odd bindings holding them suspended just off axis of lightning rod-like spires. They strained against their bonds in various ways until, one-by-one, they became aware of Leann. Recovered from her near-spill, the pink-haired girl crawled to the center of the platform and, forcing herself into a standing position, she stopped. Her head was bowed, her hands clenched in fists at her side, and her breath came in heavy, uneven bursts. But the pause was momentary and, as she'd been directed, she suddenly struck a pose like that of a ballerina-in-a-music box. But this was also scripted. It was not truly time for her to "dance", and this became obvious as, with the trumpeting of screaming metal, a new "mini-cage" came crashing down on top of her. For her part, she did not flinch. Instead, her hands extended out, fingers curling around random iron bars and she released her element. The cage became electric, sparkling with emerald fireworks that traveled around its form and up the chain that hung from above. Above, a nexus of wires was formed, and the lightning moved as conducted, sparking and shooting back down to the platform, where it flashed through the lightning rods, setting the prisoner's bonds ablaze. They were "free" and, immediately, all but one began scrambling off of the starfish platform, shredding themselves as they frantically sought out the distant racks of weapons lining the arena walls. The flash of the elemental pyrotechnics covered the bubble and the rest of the arena in a brilliant green hue, and because of this, no foolish guard had need to interrupt the boss to report the status of the "show." He paused in whatever he was doing ((Up to you guys!)) and spoke to the air; a gesture that indicated the presence of a different microphone, other than the one he was using to command Leann. "Lights. Release the bitch when they're close. Then she dances."Whatever was happening in the bubble, the script below played out as dictated. As the majority of the prisoners reached their "only hope" - the weaponry - the lightning transformed the arena from the mundane hazards of the desert day, to the mysticism of night. Sand, once touched with gold, became like moonlit snow, rusty rock turned coal black, and the whole of the atmosphere was bathed in shades of midnight blue and navy. The cage was pulled up, releasing the girl trapped within and, save for the insulting pink of her hair and the black-that-was-red of her blood, she was like a ghost; pale, unassuming... utterly terrifying. And the music began. "Dance. Death comes by circumstance, not by your hand."((Fanatic Waltz))Visibly shaking, but with pink-bangs hiding her eyes, Leann retook her dancer's stance. The haunting melody, the plodding melancholy beat moved her... and she was accustomed to it. In her head, she could envision the matted floor and the safe confines of a gymnasium; stick ribbon accessories laying about nearby, the practice of competition not solid enough to allow their inclusion, yet. Instead of the arena stands, she could see the glimmer of her teammates - shadows of the other girls her age, faces blurred because she could not recall their names or who they truly were. The voice that directed her was not that of the "master" of her arena, but a filtered version of her old coach. In this illusion, she moved not because she was ordered, but because she... enjoyed it. But the illusion could not be complete. Somewhere inside, she could not let herself go, entirely. Every third beat, her element awakened. Every third beat, green lightning arced through the air, slamming down on the liquid sand a few feet from a randomly chosen prisoner. Each time it arced, each time it fell, something was lost - for Lee, the illusion split, if only momentarily. For the targeted prisoner, the loss came in blood, in terror, in pain, and in hopelessness. Deeper went the siren's song, and more regular became the lightning; from every third to every beat, and one-by-one, the souls were lost. Deposited in the sand. Ended. Erased. The damage done was from the landscape, self-inflicted by their own movement, and teased by the dancing girl whose efforts never focused on actually killing them. Ultimately, the music died. Her illusion faded. She was left, standing on the center stage, with distant death surrounding her on all sides. But the show was not done yet. A single entity remained. "Now, the finale!"The order turned her, and Leann slowly made her way to the sole remaining prisoner. It was a female, recognizable to only a handful of spectators... and Kaien. The brunette from the torture session had survived, at least, in the most basic sense of the word. No longer was she a pretty slave moving at the whim of the hateful master and brutal torturer; she was simply "one of the lost", and her terror was more than visible. But Lee, now the marionette she was supposed to be, seemed bent on calming the other woman, easing her anxiety, and wiping away her fears. Eyes still hidden by hair, the girl extended a hand and offered a small smile, which, perhaps against better judgment, the brunette accepted. Fingers entwined, Leann lead the other woman back to the center of the platform, and then turned, pulling her close and into a hug. But this, too, was simply an illusion. The "victim", for that was what she was, fell to pieces in that moment, tears flowing as she slipped from Lee's grasp and collapsed to her knees in front of the pink-haired girl. After a moment, Lee crouched, extending a single finger out to poke the brunette on the tip of her nose. Her mouth was moving, and those with the benefit of binoculars or enhanced vision (and who could read lips) would find that her whispers were a promise: "It's over now. It's all gone away. I'll make it all go away. I will release you."Lee went to her knees them, leaning forward and, after a moment of hesitation, kissed the brunette. In her mind, she felt as if she was reliving her first meeting with Kaien in the medical ward, only from his perspective, however tainted and twisted the memory had become. She pressed her advantage, too, half-falling forward and slipping around behind the brunette, breaking the kiss to cradle the other's head in her lap. She was talking again, but the rocking movement and her falling hair hid her lips from interpretation. "End it! NOW!"Lee froze. Her fingers twitched. Then her hands straightened, palms up, at either side of the brunette's head. Static popped, and emerald blazed. Twitching, twitching, erasing it all, just as she had promised. Abruptly, the lights fell to black, except for a single, high powered beam of white light, that cut across the arena, illuminating only the portion of the platform directly in front of the pair. Only the emerald illumination fought with it until the crimson geyser erupted from green and black and into white. It was over, and everything went black. For a long moment, this darkness dominated, but it did not last. The "day" returned, revealing a new sight. As if having more respect for the dead than for herself, Lee had stripped off her stained, paper-thin garment, and had used it to cover as much of the fallen woman as she could. She was crouched over the body, hands over her eyes, tears falling simply because she could not stop them. But even this mournful scene was momentary... "That's it. Collect her."...because at that command, Leann's shaking changed. Sorrow was once again replaced with hysteria, because "now" there were no more commands she could receive. She stood up, staggering back, dressed only in her plain undergarments, and her hands reached up, clutching at her hair. Abruptly, she tore off the headphones she had been equipped with and raised them in the direction of the bubble, so that MV could not ignore her. A blast of green vaporized the commanding electronics, and she dropped to her knees, one hand moving to cover her eyes as she turned her laughter towards the sky. Heavy gates on the sides of the arena opened, and guards began streaming out. But the liquid sand was difficult to navigate, and even armored, some would find themselves pierced by the hidden glass. And Lee, "safe" on her little island, no longer had an "order" to miss. Without standing up, she began flinging lightning at the approaching guards, blasting them to pieces. Some of her bolts were even sent skyward, slamming into the protective barriers of the spectator areas, and even quaking against the bubble holding Lyre and Kaien. Guards were dropping like proverbial flies, and MV was left with no choice but to "take care of it" himself. Bristling with newly inspired rage, the boss tore away from the new prisoners and stomped over to the shield-release. As it opened he flashed a hateful look back at Kaien. "Corral them! Put them close to her cage! But don't hide their sight; let them see each other's misery through the bars!"The shield opened, and Vasquez jumped off and into the arena. And below, Lee was aware of the entry, but this only made her change her targeting. She continued firing off her hysterical bolts, frying any guard that dared step into the sand... but not a single one flew towards Mr. Big. She didn't even acknowledge his presence when he stepped onto her "island"... and she made no attempt to defend herself when he rushed forward and blasted her across the face with a brutal kick. Her lights were turned out, instantly. -------------------------------------------------------------- A triangle of cages. The two, for Lyre and Kaien, were standard fare - heavy steel, rectangular, too short to stand up in, but long enough to create the illusion of space and induce a measure of claustrophobia, from the cramping of height and width. The third, larger and with its back portion the concrete wall, was a new enigma. The exterior was made of glass, perforated here and there with "breathing holes", as if it were containing a pet of some sort. Littering the walls, ceiling, and floor, however, were hundreds of mini lightning rods. The only bare part was a small circle in the center of the floor, and the thin path leading to that circle. This cage was empty, but it would be filled momentarily... ((>_> There. It's done. I tried to keep it as "background" as possible, using MV only in instances where it was required, so that you had as much freedom to craft the interaction going on inside the bubble as possible. Have Lyre and Kaien observe as much or as little of the "show" as you like. ))
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Kaien Tsubakuro
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Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Sept 27, 2012 7:50:20 GMT -6
This was the very first time Kaien had willingly bowed to anyone and the sensation of submission was grating him on the inside. He took comfort in the fakeness of the display and its purpose. Lyre’s kindness was still fresh in his mind as well as the guilt he bore for, unintentionally, leading her here. If it was for her sake, he would kneel on needles, because Kaien never forgot a kindness or went back on his promises. His surrendering of pride seemed to please MV and the grey-eyed girl was spared the tumble into the arena.
Kaien kept his gaze on the ground and his head lowered until he was once more allowed or, in this case, forced to raise it by the sudden sinking of MV’s fingers in his hair and a painful yank that had him looking up at the tired man, after the commands he delivered to Leann. The red eyed male had to get additional credit for keeping the hatred he felt from showing in his eyes again. It took all of his concentration to not grit his teeth. “You won’t be-“
MV was interrupted again, but this time it was due to Lyre’s rebellion. She assaulted one of the guards, sending him to the ground, in pain. Both Kaien and MV looked over to the incident by reflex and MV released Kaien through a powerful shove of his head. He strode over to the newly restrained Lyre, glaring. His hand shot down and grabbed her powerfully by the chin, drawing her face close to his so that she could stare into the pits of cruelty behind his weary eyes. “You want to die right now, girl?!” His hold on her jaw was growing stronger, his nails, although short, threatening to pierce into her skin.
Where he was, Kaien was inhaling short breaths of chained fury, eyes on the exchange, one of his cheeks purple and swelling and a trickle of blood running down from the corner of his mouth. In his other hand, MV still held the broken cane. It had split in such a way that the wood at the end of it was now sharp. He raised it to Lyre’s face, poised to spear her through the eye with it. “This will be your first lesson concerning disobedience.” Kaien’s eyes widened.
“You’re going down.” The strangeness of the proclamation made MV pause and turn around, his attention distracted. There was something almost wicked in Kaien’s eyes. “That’s right. You and your whole place will go down.” MV released Lyre and walked back to Kaien, his grip on the broken cane hurting his hand. Fear, more than he had felt up to this point, gathered in Kaien’s gut. Despite it, he even managed a smirk. The general tension in the bubble intensified along with MV’s rage. “What did you say?” The eerie quietness of the Boss’s question sent chills down Kaien’s spine, but, unlike Lyre, he knew MV still needed him, if only for the power he possessed, so he continued.
His head tilted. “I said you’re going down. Old man.” *SMACK!*
Kaien’s head was once more flung to the side from receiving a direct impact from what was left of MV’s cane. This time it did not snap, but the skin on Kaien’s face was split, the wound bleeding down his cheek and chin and down his neck. Cringing from the pain, Kaien spit out blood and a tooth. Almost everyone inside the bubble had missed Leann’s performance thus far but no one could ignore the flash of green that buzzed across the protective bubble’s surface. It distracted MV’s attention back to delivering orders and he paced away from Kaien. The day was draining him. Who knew he would ever get tired from how much punishment he had to deliver?
MV waved a hand. “Make them watch.” Immediately, the remaining guards, who made sure to keep Kaien and Lyre fully secured within their gathered grasps, turned the two towards the arena. Thus forced, Kaien watched Leann’s death-bringing dance, and for a moment, he forgot where he was. His mind was teased away from the present by her fluid gestures which appeared oddly entertaining at first, as if the performer was so immersed in their own display that they drew the audience into the dream of movement they wished to portray. The illusion of watching something beautiful was short-lived however. The taste of blood in his mouth, general pain and the death of those haphazardly struck by Lee’s colorful lightning drawing him forcefully back to reality.
When “the finale” was announced, Kaien hadn’t expected it to include the brunette of shared torture sessions. What ensued was such an odd display that it made Kaien’s mind freeze for a moment that lingered as if for a long while. Then the brunette’s light was turned off, along with the illumination in the arena, and they all sat in darkness.
It was soothing. To not be seen and only to see. To be allowed a moment of silence. Kaien closed his eyes but opened them again when the light returned and for the moment, cursed the accuracy of his vision. Even from a distance, he could see the tears running down Lee’s cheeks and, for some reason, the sight impacted him more than MV’s cane across his face.
Another order was delivered and Lee’s suffering was once more turned to hysterics. Chaos ensued, and during it, Kaien was equipped with a collar and dragged, along with Lyre, to the holding pens. The cages they were placed in were too small for comfort but large enough for him to lean back against the bars, knees bent and arms rested on them, his head propped against the bars as well. He felt exhausted more than anything. What little rest he had managed to get in Lyre’s apartment was drained from him during the experience of returning to the Wild Diamonds arena. It seemed that he and Lyre were left alone for now. When all was done and everything was quiet, he finally spoke. “Never defend me again. I don’t deserve it and MV’s not going to kill me as easily as he would you for disobedience...” There was nothing else he could think to say and verbally apologizing for dragging her into this mess would just sound ridiculous.
He didn’t want her forgiveness.
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Lyre Maybridge
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Post by Lyre Maybridge on Sept 27, 2012 20:48:28 GMT -6
Lyre stared straight ahead, the best poker face she could muster on her face as the cane's sharp ends poised at her eye. Trying to convince herself it didn't matter if she lost the eye, because she didn't need it to begin with. Lyre could see anyway, she could see the future and one eye loss wasn't going to stop her from continuing to see it. But Kaien's defense, had her insides hitch as she glanced at him warily wanting him to just stop defending her. She was no child and while she was certainly no fighter she could take the pain. But MV seemed to take the bait and turned away from her, and with clenched insides she looked away from the scene. Trying to drown everything out with her shuddering breathes as she remained hitched up high on her tip toes, hair falling toward the fronts of her face.
Lyre didn't mean to cause him trouble, she didn't mean for him to continue to take the beatings for her. He was so stupid and she would yell it at him if the repercussions in front of this abomination weren't so severe. The other demand from MV fell again on deaf ears as she felt herself hauled over to the bubble and watched the pink haired girl as she wrought destruction for everyone else in the field. Her movements fluid and graceful like shifting water as bolts of emerald lightning danced from her hand, hitting her targets and killing them. Their blood soaking the sand and Lyre glanced away and down at her feet, this felt like some bad nightmare, some vision she would wake up from. Startled in her own bed and she would avoid it, could avoid it. Maybe if she was far enough she could sleep and predict what was to happen to her next, to all of them. Though with another glance up, she watched the spectacle, watching as the girl kill off the brunette and she could see from peripheral vision the expressions that flicked across Kaien's face. Though something seemed to snap and the pinkette was off again, lost in another world as she fired emerald bolts at the guards that attempted to go after her, and with one last command from MV she watched him jump out and after the girl.
Roughly pulled and dragged toward their holding cells she remained quiet, avoiding the eyes of everyone before being tossed into the cell and landing roughly, smacking her head against the other end and biting her lip not to let out a groan. Pulling herself up against the closed bars, she listened to Kaien tossed into his and the deafening slam before the door to their holding room closed and there was a long drawn out silence before he spoke. The words making her shudder as she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and keeping her back facing him. Not saying a word to his demand or anything for a while. Just silence as she gathered her thoughts, the things that happened. Everything.
"I'm sorry."
She whispered, her voice cracked as she looked up into the small cell. Tears bubbling down her cheeks as she gripped her pigtails hard and pulled, burying her head back to her knees.
"I could have predicted this, I could have seen this happening. I could have done a whole hell of a lot more then I did. And since we've been taken you've been dealt all the blows. For my sake too."
She let out a loud shuddered breath as she attempted to control the sobs that wanted to spill forth. "But don't anymore, I'll be okay." Her voice steeled, "I can deal with it myself." She was oh so angry and so afraid for him. The one person she thought she could consider a friend and she did nothing but further his punishment. Some friend she was, allowing all this to happen and for getting to wrapped up in the comfort he provided after a year of solitude. "I'll predict what happens." A part of her was determined to just push him away, to not accept any of his help and take care of herself. She was lying though, if her death was in the future she would be unable to predict it. Up until the moment of her death, Lyre could predict nothing more because only as long as she was alive would she be able to continue to see in the future. Her hands clenched around her legs, pulling tighter in an attempt to make herself smaller. So many things could go wrong though, she would probably be dead the second she hit the field because with everyone hostile and ready to see her dead or dying - it would probably overload her senses.
Everything has happened once before, when people in her home town began to believe she was a demon kids at school became cruel before being told to avoid her. One night she had predicted they would kill her outside in the back of the school, beat her to death with whatever they had handy - she didn't quite remember the details. Lyre never predicted anything other than her impending death from that night forward, she only saw up until she died and then nothing more but empty darkness. Avoiding school for over a week had avoided her death as well, and she didn't return until she knew that her death wasn't on the list of school activities. And overriding her senses was done so easily, with so many people hostile to her it was almost like a mini seizure, her ability simply couldn't keep up. She would shake and convulse and hug herself tight and she couldn't see anything but everything everyone wanted to do to her over and over until every single hostile environment was aware to her. But Lyre wouldn't tell Kaien this, she wouldn't tell him anything. This was hell and there was no reason for him to be dragging around more then he needed and she wasn't going to be an added burden.
Nails digging into her palms, forming crescent shaped moons upon her skin as she grit her teeth. "I can fight." And she would too, Lyre may not be a fighter but she was quick, agile and flexible. She would fight and win, or die trying. A small part of her accepting it with resigned fate. The tears leaking to the corners of her eyes as she thought about dying, but she could do this. With a muffled sob she covered her mouth to try and keep her fears away because after all, she had no choice. [/size]
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Leann Lacey
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Post by Leann Lacey on Sept 28, 2012 21:29:55 GMT -6
As the punished pair, in their petite prisons, played their posturing game of "don't defend me", a different game was being played in a different part of the underground. Brutality was the best of words, for the master of the house had, at least in his mind, been made a fool of by his pet-no-more and, unlike with the majority of the others in his "possession", there was little risk of death restraining his... imagination for the forms of revenge he could choose to enact on her. Instead of batteries, the pink-haired was wired directly into the grid supplying power to the entire arena, placed in and out of circuit by a single, electric-chair style switch. The only muzzle on Vasquez's choices for pain and suffering was his own fatigue. As great as it was, the girl was spared the psychological and emotional horrors that could have been chosen, only because it took so much less energy to choose only the most direct forms of physical abuse. In fact, even the more archaic, but fanciful, forms of punishment inflicted on Kaien in the last torture session were discarded. The Boss chose only two weapons for his work: a small caliber pistol and a knife. The only "emotional" addition for the work came in the form of ensuring that Lee was dressed to her "original" identity: the white, green-collared sailor suit-style dress.
A bit of smelling salts were applied, to make sure her consciousness returned. And then, the first short was fired. Everything had, of course, been set up with a purpose - the gunfire, and Leann's subsequent screams, would be heard by Lyre and Kaien. Though the actual use of the knife could not be amplified, the cries, the pleading, the screaming - all of this would filter down to them. And once a certain amount of damage had been inflicted, the electric circuit was completed, its heavy, sometimes popping, hum and the dimming of the lights in the area around their cages acted as the tell-tale signs of her "unique healing" process. Once, twice, thrice the cycle went - six rounds fired, and the "singing" as Vasquez called it (to Lee's face), and the humming, and the dimming. But the last "activation" lasted much longer than the others. Mr. Big had reached the end of his endurance and, unbelievably, there was no one left under his employee that would dare attempt to "punish that one" in his place.
So she had been left in the circuit for a number of minutes; her wounds closing, and her mind apparently so fractured that she lacked the will to wake up. The latter... was little more than an act. But the pink-haired girl played her part well; after a few minutes, the circuit was turned off. She was unhooked, and placed on a makeshift gurney. All of the necessary tools had been gathered to "patch her up" had the electric version failed, but it had not. Nothing - scalpel, sutures, scissors, syringes, gauze, thread - was even touched by the "examiner" and, all-in-all, the "aftermath" of the session was considered "uneventful." She was left alone in the room for approximately three minutes, while a handful of guards were threatened into the job of carrying her to her cage. Not a soul wanted the job; lightning had become the number one cause of death for Wild Diamonds employees ever since Kaien had escaped.
Regardless, Lee was carried into the presence of Lyre and Kaien, her arrival announced by the scuffling of unhappy boots and a plethora of muttered curses. Four guards, in all, approached. Two, in front, moved ahead to work at opening the heavy glass cage that had become Leann's home. The third was the one carrying her and, as soon as he came to Kaien's cage, he seemed more than happy to dump the girl on top of it. For a moment, she lay on her back above the red-eyed young man, her pink hair spilling into his cage like a blood-splattered curtain. Her little dress was in tatters, the knife-slashes and bullet holes, all stained with her blood, easily identifiable, even for a novice - never mind that Kaien had been able to hear everything that had happened to the one wearing it. Still, she seemed to be breathing, and glimpses through her perforated garment showed little in the way of injury. When her head turned, allowing her cheek to press against the top of the cage, she even appeared to be peacefully sleeping.
But this position did not last. The fourth guard - who was bringing up the rear and was also the only one with a firearm - was too spastic. The movement of Lee's head caused him to jump and, slinging the assault rifle over his shoulder, he pounced forward, jerked her up up the collar, stared at her for a long moment (as if to ensure she was still unconscious) and then flung her onto the top of Lyre's cage. With this landing, Leann was face-down, and her left arm managed to accompany her cascade of hair into Lyre's cage. While this might not have seemed too out of the ordinary at first, a few beats later, the "surprise" was made known - to the girl with precognition, but not to those that would be the unhappy recipients of it. A quick glimpse at Lee's hanging hand revealed it clenched in a very odd fist. Her eyes fluttered open, flitting back and forth before finally zeroing in on the other girl. Her left fist uncurled, and a scalpel slipped out of her sleeved and into her fingerless-gloved hand, and Lee offered Lyre her most wicked grin.
The guard with the gun, still not convinced that it was "safe", stalked over to Lyre's cage and paused just behind Leann. He intended to sling the gun off of his shoulder, and place it against her back, as a kind of insurance that she would be kept under control - apparently, he had no knowledge of Kaien, for if he did, he would not have been so scared of lightning. But he had a little trouble with the gun... and his unfortunate hesitation cost him everything.
Leann pushed off Lyre's cage as if she had been shot out of a cannon, turning in a flash and bringing the pair of scalpels - for she had hidden a second one in her right sleeve - to bear on the gun-toting guard. The left was driven straight into an eye; the right was a silver flash that slashed open his throat. It was not an instant death, but it was a slower and mostly silent one. As soon as she finished the movement, Lee crouched and sprang, landing on the guard's shoulders. Her balance for this position, trained by gymnastics and tempered by cheerleading, was perfect, and a second later she leapt off of her perch. The resulting effort sent her guard-perch forward, ironically falling into the very position he'd placed Leann in only a few moments before. From his punctured eye and slit throat, Lyre was the unfortunate recipient of a blood fountain-and-fall.
But Lee was airborne at that moment, and she was hell-bent on being the definition of "death from above." Scalpels pointed down, with edges out, she came down on the guard that was originally carrying her with a stabbing flurry. Her pounce collapsed him, from her force, and her makeshift medical weapons were rapid-fire darts into his head, face, throat, and shoulders. He initially managed a scream, causing the other two guards to turn around, but his wounds would find him bleeding to death, on Kaien's "doorstep" in no time at all.
Despite the damage inflicted, Lee actually spared this guard much of her fury. She was aware that she remained outnumbered and at a "physical" disadvantage, and she somersaulted forward, rolling over her newest "victim" like a pink-coated steamroller, and dashed forward, intending to take full advantage of the surprise her "awakening" and the assault she had given had on the other two guards. Still, she was not trained in combat, and even with the element of surprise, the guard closest to her was able to "block" one of her scalpel swipes. This "block" was not at all a "perfect" solution, though - it resulted in the medical instrument being fully embedded in his ulna. The ultimate "cost", to Lee, of her assault was the loss of her scalpels, but her attack was unorthodox, and the right scalpel found a savage mark - her low crouch stabbing and slicing carved up most of the guard's nether regions. He was down, screaming, bleeding to death, with all matter of manliness and manhood absolutely shredded.
And thus, the game became a one-on-one. Leann, weaponless but absolutely wild, crouched and coiled like a viper against a guard that had just watched his companions butchered by the thing that had caused all of the recent havoc and chaos in the Underground. There was a long pause in the action, as the guard stared at Lee and Lee stared at... who knew? Her hair covered her eyes entirely, letting her hysterical grin dominate her expression.
A beat passed.
A second.
A third.
...She giggled; he screamed and dashed off, activating his radio and screaming some curse-laden request for backup. Leann immediately gave chase, her hair flying wildly behind her. Once, she had been called the "angel" of the arena. Kaien was the "demon." ...What was she now? Whatever she was, she'd disappeared from Lyre and Kaien's view almost as soon as she had appeared, and she had not truly made it clear if she'd even noticed them at all.
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Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Sept 29, 2012 0:17:40 GMT -6
Kaien was dressed in his black jeans, now fully covered in sewer muck, and the practically shredded blue shirt he was wearing that same day, during his escape. Although Lyre had given him new, comfortable clothes, and for a while, he had entertained thoughts of wearing them and relaxing, by the time he had been done with his shower he had been convinced he would be leaving early in the morning. As it happened, he had been forced to leave a lot sooner.
Lyre’s initial quietness made him wonder if she hated him – for being the one future she had managed to interfere with successfully that cost her so much. There was no worry or care in his eyes, however, it would be better if her feelings bended that way. Because of their open display of “defending the other,” they were probably going to be tossed into the arena together. Inside, Kaien cursed his impulsivity. But what other choice had he been given? A tumble into the arena of yesterday would surely have seen her dead and by the way MV had poised the cane to spear her eye, it looked as if he would have done it with such force it would have gone all the way into her brain.
Lyre’s apology broke through the silence and severed his line of thought, surprising him. He found the wisdom not to look her way. What he had to do was clear in his mind now. He quietly listened to everything she had to say before replying. “Good. Because I’m done taking blows for you. Consider those little stunts repayment for my debt.” His words were cold and the frost was in his eyes when he turned his gaze to her. He tilted his head. “You better make good use of those predictions. They need to compensate for your stupidity.” He peered at her briefly and then looked away again, facing in the opposite direction. Kaien was determined to push her away. The less she cared, the better. “Consider that promise annulled.”
The moment they stopped talking, shrieks of pain could be heard from somewhere in the vicinity, following gunshots. Kaien recognized the source of wailing and, coincidentally, didn’t have to shift his gaze to be angled towards it. It was a small bit of luck, for Lyre couldn’t see the skin around his eyes tensing. As soon as he realized the reaction was there, he drew it down and sheltered it under the surface until his expression became as uncaring and blank as those of the lost. Truthfully, Kaien was tired of pain, be it physical or emotional, and a considerable part of him wanted to sever all sentiment he had for either of the two females directly connected to him. That part of him that was solitary, individualistic and hateful could serve him here. However, renouncing these connections also meant shedding that part of him that was honorable and moralistic. As he barriered himself against Leann’s distress, Kaien felt on the precipice of a great change.
The pink-haired girl was brought into the room by unhappy guards and promptly dumped on top of his cage. His gaze turned, unbidden, to stare up at her back and he retained the blank expression until the touch of long pink hair brushed lightly against his cheek, a blip of emotion showing in his eyes. He raised a hand to swat it away, but found that he couldn’t, instead, ending up grasping it loosely and slightly tugging on it, just to be noticed and not to cause anything close to harm. “Sorry for “leaving you alone,” Pinky.” His voice had been such a quiet whisper, probably only Leann could hear it. He released her hair. When her head turned and she appeared asleep, Kaien assumed she hadn’t heard or sensed him and admitted it was better that way.
The guards were very anxious and she was removed from his cage and moved to Lyre’s instead. Kaien did not shift his gaze to follow her, instead, looked straight ahead in that stark blankness he was becoming so capable of showing despite his inner workings. He focused on daydreaming about the guards’ horrible deaths, and, was surprised to see it put into practice by Leann. She appeared quite deadly armed with scalpels, and despite her displayed viciousness – or maybe because of it – he felt distinctly proud of her. As such, he leant back against the back bars of his cage and watched the show, the “demonic” fury in his red eyes accompanying Leann in thought if not in presence. The bleeding guard that dropped in front of his cage seemed to faze him as much as a light breeze passing through his hair. There was something very evil and cold in him that fully appreciated the display, and, were he not in a locked cage, he would have joined Lee this time.
Blood, flowing freely from the dead guard in front of his cage, was crawling towards him, threatening to stain his limited sitting space so Kaien leant forward, reaching a hand through the bars, and shoved the corpse with as much strength as he could muster so that it rolled away from his cage. Kaien missed the sight of Leann’s hysteric grin but looked after her briefly when she ran off. He had to question himself for finding her all the more appealing after that display. Damn. The neutrality thing was hardly working.
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Post by Lyre Maybridge on Sept 29, 2012 1:12:41 GMT -6
[/color] Curling her hands around the bars as if willing them to bend to her weight so she could get up and smack the man into next week. But after a heavy breath she released the metal in her hands and pressed herself back up against the bars, back facing him. "But I don't go around taking back promises so easy, even if you do hate me. It's understandable and I.. I won't bare a grudge for it." She stretched her legs out as much as she could in the cramped cage. "But I don't regret helping you and being dragged here because of it." She stated quietly after a moment of tense silence. "And I'll continue to try and look out for you, whether you want me to or not. Even if you don't see me helping out in the future." Holding her hand out in front of her, ready for the verbal lashing he would spill out on her for the stupidity of her thought process. Though the shrieks and gunshots had her jump lightly, head whipping over to the door. Eyes wide and the steady thrumming of her heart as she waited for tense moments of silence after the wailing had stopped. Glancing at Kaien but closing her eyes and gritting her teeth lightly. He hates you now like the others, get over it. You should have expected this, or at least predicted it. With scuffling shoes made aware, she immediately pressed herself the furthest away from the door and steeling her face over. The guards slamming the door open and tossing the girl on top of Kaien's cage and if she hadn't seen what went on in this place she defiantly would have been surprised. As it was though, she only felt the sinking in her gut as she watched the rough treatment take place before her. The guards obviously wary and probably not aware of Kaien's ability as one guard thrust her on top of Lyre's cage still very wary of the girl which defiantly gave her a start in surprise. Seeing Leann's face pop into view as well as her hanging hand, a part of Lyre wanting to reach out and see if she was okay but when grey eyes took notice of the oddly shaped fist, she hesitated hand hanging out stretched completely ignoring the guard in favor for staring at the girl before her. The sudden reveal of the girls green eyes popping open and flicking back and forth had Lyre's own eyes widen as she dropped her hand attempting to not give the girl away. Troubled as she might be, she was probably either going to wreck havoc in which a small sadistic part of Lyre stated they deserved it if only this girl didn't get so hurt in doing so. The wicked grin given to her was met with a hesitant but genuine smile(Because did she really know how to smile in anything other than a genuine way?) before watching the display take part. The ruthless display shocking Lyre but when the cage she was in was suddenly drenched in the raining crimson liquid it took everything in her not to start trembling like a small child. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. The corpse of the guard thumping up against her cage, lifeless face pressed up against her bars as she stared at him before lifting shaking hands up to her line of sight. Badumbadumbadumbadum. The sound of her heartbeat thrumming lively in her ears as the small part of her screaming to keep calm, that now was not a time to relapse back into her hemophobia that she had developed in her teens at the prediction of her own death and the bloody mess she had seen and had thought she effectively kicked the phobia after a few years. Though she had never effectively tested it against this much blood and she ripped her eyes away from her shaking her hands to watch Leann banshee her way through the room with only a streak of pink and erratic but graceful movements, leaving a guard in excruciating pain and tearing her way after another one who fled the room. The sound of her giggle still hanging in the air and a part of Lyre wondered what on earth happened to her to become so troubled but a more rational thinking part exclaimed that this place probably had happened to her. The thought was interrupted when the liquid touched her knee and Lyre very nearly yelped, smashing her head into the bars in an attempt to keep herself up and away from the blood trailing beneath her cage. With a glance toward Kaien she quickly looked away, kneeling down as much as she could and trying to avoid the blood but it was on her and there was a corpse up against her cage and every part of her was screaming to just flip out and panic but she was caught in a cage and that would very well make everything worse. So with a shaken laugh she looked up to the door, keeping her hands away from her and arms afraid to touch her sides in case she felt the sticky liquid on her sides if there were any there. "You think there's a chance she'll come back for us?"Badumbadumbadumbadum.[/ul][/size]
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Post by Leann Lacey on Sept 29, 2012 11:19:55 GMT -6
Off in the distance, out of the range of Kaien's nullification, the hiss and pop of emerald electric hell echoed. Fury, she was made of; fury, she was manifest, but in fury, rationality was dutifully lost. There was no thought of escape in that hollow pink head. Vengeance had possessed her, utterly. As such, the path she chose was dictated not by logical need or want, but by tempestuous emotion and the direction of her quarry. As such, the ebb and flow of her symphony of destruction seemed to become intermittently closer to and more distant from Lyre and Kaien over the next few minutes. Hum, hiss, and pop was accompanied by the crackling of flames and, at one point, the anti-fire sprinkler system sprang to life above the caged pair, dousing them with tepid water and washing away some of the blood Leann had spilled. Occasionally the sound of gunfire could be heard, but, given the distance from Kaien's dampening power, it was a futile effort - flying lead may have been high speed, but compared to emerald flashing at nearly the speed of light, it might as well have been a tortoise attempting to navigate a tar pit. More than gunfire, screams and curses made up the strongest and most common accompaniments to her chaotic opera. One could only wonder how such a thorough "thinning of the defensive ranks" would impact the coming assault of the White Serpent...
The menagerie of mayhem continued for a while; chaos filling the air for a time, followed by short respites of silence. The area around Lyre and Kaien was directly touched late into the "game", with a ten man company of haggard guards charging down the path between their cages and Leann's in the direction the pink-haired girl had originally vanished. They did not bother to stop to move the corpses she had left in her wake or to take notice of either prisoner. Then, for a few minutes, silence once again reigned.
When their "privacy" was broken again, it was a singular guard, coming back from the direction the berserk girl had gone. His nervousness was palpable, and his searching eyes and shaking gun showed that he was "hunting." Had Leann returned to the collection of cages? The answer came a moment later, as a pink, white and green blur seemed to drop from the ceiling. Unlike her previous pounce, Leann's descent had no aim for crushing the guard with her limited body weight. Somewhere during her "playful jaunt", she'd managed to secure a short piece of heavy pipe, and as she dropped, she brought this weapon to bear on the guard's skull. His head split like a melon, sending a splattering of blood and white and grey brain matter across the entire area. But the aerial strike was only half of the assault. Her landing, soft and practiced, made it easy for her to pirouette immediately, and a full spinning side swing had the pipe crashing into the guard's side. Once upon a time in normalcy, Leann played softball, and while she was not a very accomplished batter, she was a student of proper technique; this technique was fully employed in her swing, and as she connected, she let loose the pipe. As it clattered to the ground, the already-dead guard was sent flying in the direction of Lyre's cage. He bounced off of the metal bars and landed in the space between Lyre and Kaien.
And Lee? Her hands shot up to clutch and pull at her hair, and she decorated the air with her melodious giggle. If she thought of weaponry at all, it was not at this time, for she seemed to have forgotten the pipe in her hysteria. She was still "active" and, quite abruptly, she killed her apparent euphoria and dropped back down into her "hunter's crouch." Something else had captured her attention, and she half-crawled, half-sprang, like an animal, over the body of the fallen guard. Her path split the distance between Lyre and Kaien, and she disappeared into the shadows behind them, leaving them alone for a minute or two.
Her return was a silent one - one that would have made a ninja jealous. Without warning, Leann was behind Kaien, still effectively on all fours, her hair a wild mess covering almost all of her face. Something was... different about the girl; her fury seemed momentarily quelled. If Lyre happened to look in her direction, she would have been able to watch the expressions play across Leann's mouth - the hysteric grin melted into a small, quaint smile, then this transitioned into the shape of surprise, of loss, of something remembered and forgotten in the same moment. Her hand moved up, hesitating once, twice... and then it moved forward, allowing just the faintest tips of her fingers to touch and slide down Kaien's back, almost like a "testing" pet on the fur of a cat that may or may not have been feral. Then, abruptly, she reached out and grabbed one of the thicker, tattered strands of Kaien's shirt and, giggling, she flopped onto the ground at the side of the cage, tearing the piece of fabric loose. She curled up in a ball, still making laughing music, while she clutched at the strand, holding it close to her face.
"I'm doin' it, I'm doin' it," she whispered through the giggles. "Kill 'em all. Make 'em taste it. Make 'em... feel it. Make 'em fear[/u][/b] it. Hahaha... did I do good? Am I doin' it right? Erase, erase, erase, erase[/u][/b]... hahaha..."[/color] Another giggle, and she rolled over, looking like a cat playing with a ball of string. Her movement took her just out of Kaien's reach. "Alone? Alone? Who's left alone? Haha, sorry, sorry... sorry? What's that? It's them. They're sorry. Hahaha... sorry, sorry... they're sorry they didn't leave me alone... so sorry. So... silent. So... scared. Teeheehee..." She'd definitely heard Kaien's whisper when she'd been dropped on top of his cage, but she seemed to only partially grasp his meaning. Even in her acknowledgment, she had twisted it. Still, it made something of an impact, since as soon as her last giggle faded, she abruptly jumped up, returning to her odd crouch. She was clutching the fabric she'd stolen from him tightly in her right hand and though her face was turned towards him, her hair still completely covered her eyes. "I'm NOT alone!" She proclaimed, forcefully, but the anger on her lips quickly twisted back to her wicked grin. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Not yet... not yet... but I'll make it so... I'll make it so, so soon... hahaha... Oh?"
And, once again, the pink-haired girl became distracted. Her posture straightened slightly, the direction of her gaze (even if it could not be seen) going right past Kaien to land on Lyre. The grin she'd worn was replaced by a surprised, searching "o." Then she laughed.
"What's this? What's that? A bird?" She sprang up, landing on top of Kaien's cage, allowing him quite possibly the most blatant upskirt shot in recorded history. She failed to notice this. With careful balance, she worked her way across the bars of the top of his cage on all fours. "A lark? A sparrow? A... hehe... chickadee? What's a new songbird pet, hm? A new one... replacin' me? Does it... does it shoot fire an' ice? Oooh... does it... phase? Hehehee." Instead of dropping down to the floor, she lightly jumped from the top of Kaien's cage to the top of Lyre's, crushing the body of her "first kill" in the process. This distracted her for only a split second, as she crawled forward so that she was directly above Lyre. A "litter box kick" sent the corpse of the guard falling backwards off of Lyre's cage and, with a grin, Lee reached her free hand down into the cage, pawing and clawing at Lyre, just like a cat. "I want it! I wanna see! Hahaha... it can't hurt me with its power now, so I get to play... teeheehee, doncha wanna play, li'l bird?"
Unable to catch Lyre from her perch, Lee swept over the edge of the cage and landed on the floor. With seemingly no care for the "tainted" state of the fabric she'd stolen from Kaien, Lee paused and shoved the piece between her teeth. Then, apparently numb to the carnage, she reached over and dipped both of her hands in the blood pool that had seeped from the guard she had just recently brained. Then, she stuck both hands through the iron bars, smearing the blood on Lyre's legs.
"We'll paint!" she announced, through clenched teeth, seemingly as happy as a pre-schooler finger painting. "Make it... red!"
Retracting her hands, she used one of them to "splash" blood at Lyre, her giggling somewhat suppressed due to the fabric in her mouth. But she seemed to grow bored of this rather quickly and, again spastically abrupt, she hopped back up on top of Lyre's cage, the blood on her hands dripping down on the other girl's head. The pink-haired girl seemed to "relax", stretching out on top of Lyre's cage, lazily, and, once she was "settled", legs bent at the knees so that her feet, ankles crossed, were in the air above her, she pulled the fabric out from between their teeth.
"Shouldn't be here, li'l bird... shouldn't be here. Not a good place for pretty things... pretty, pretty... hehe...Mmhmm, mmhmm... he'll kill ya like he's gonna kill me... dincha know? ...I guess not? Poor... poor... poor li'l bird...."
For now, it seemed that the guards had lost track of the girl. Or, perhaps, she really had killed them all. Whatever the case, Kaien and Lyre were left alone in her company now and, oddly enough, it seemed a calmer, more cooperative madness than before. Almost... as if she had become "comfortable" in it.
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Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Sept 29, 2012 22:31:15 GMT -6
Kaien could feel Lyre’s glare on him even if he couldn’t see it and for the beginning of her rebuke he felt he had succeeded in his plan. However, as the words spilled on, something inside him clenched. Gods, was she nice. This place was going to eat her up. It frustrated him to hear her thoughts and intentions. In different circumstances, her insistence to “look after him” would have been endearing, and somewhere under the surface, there was some impact, but it was drowned out by annoyance – at the utter failure of shattering their association. The red eyed man’s only reply to her words was a labored sigh. He was so very tired of fighting with everyone and he had never wanted to battle against her. After “losing” Lee and miserably expecting his own demise, she had dragged him to the surface again. A faint huff of amusement. He could still remember the sensation of her tiny frame struggling to help him up the stairs. Kaien closed his eyes, lips turning into a light frown. How long until the arena made her snap like Lee did? The male’s fists clenched.
Then Lee happened. At the end of the gruesome display, Kaien turned to glance at Lyre. He could see how shaken she was by the overwhelming presence of blood. It wasn’t something you got used to overnight. Her strange laugh pierced him like a knife. No, she would probably crack much quicker than Lee. Looking away, he was fighting a new sense of loss when her question bounced around inside his head. It took him a while to know what to say, time during which he just listened, with growing anxiety, at the dying sounds of Lee’s rampage. She hadn’t stopped to release them, she hadn’t acknowledged his words. Kaien frowned but his fists unclenched, releasing the frustration of being the only one who did not crack. Or the only one who still cared? He drew in a ragged breath and stared, half-asleep, ahead. “Who knows...” He sounded resigned. Probably not.
The symphony of gunfire and screams became mercifully distant and the look in Kaien’s eyes was darkening. His brief meetings with Lee in the medical ward and later, the comfort felt in Lyre’s presence, had made him soft. He had a life outside of this hell hole and a promise to fulfill. In this world, there were two sorts of people – the weak and the strong. Would he be weak and die, or strong and survive? The fingers on one of his hand flexed hungrily, missing his sword. From this point on, he was going to leave his feelings aside and act rationally. He had to.
Guards trotted past his and Lyre’s cages, and later, a single guard entered the room as if anticipating some form of attack. It came from above, smashing his lights out instantly. If at first Kaien had thought Lee still in some possession of her senses, it was quite clear that it had been all in his head. Disillusionment came with a new wave of loss as she landed between him and Lyre and laughed out her hysterics. Lee disappeared somewhere in the darkness behind them and Kaien felt the first touch of fear in her presence, and, with the loss of trust, something else shattered inside him as well. When she returned and the tips of her fingers passed down his back, he tensed, guarded against her intentions but otherwise not retreating away. Not that he had much space to shy away in the first place. When she tore off a shred of his shirt, it sent a ripple of apprehension down his back, for he interpreted it as an angry gesture.
Listening to her talk confirmed she had indeed thoroughly cracked. While Kaien had been pleased to see her rain death on the guards, he wasn’t as delighted to hear she had done it in full absence of her true self. It was unfair, but he was annoyed with her for having snapped so entirely. It felt like she had abandoned their connection somehow and all of his initiatives at reestablishing it were being thrown in his face. While one side of him was understanding, considering all she had suffered, the other side of him, that had gone through torture and fights and losing his sister to death and father to distance, found the “giving in” unacceptable. When she presented the idea that “she’s not alone but she’ll make it so,” fresh anxiety coursed through him. Did she intend to kill him and Lyre also? What was stopping her? His power? She had even registered his words. That was another slap received.
Something inside him sunk when she leapt on top of his cage, manic attention fully on Lyre, and the potential impact of the view above his cage was effectively nullified by the situation. He nearly cringed as she dropped on the other girl’s cage, crushing the dead man there and sending more blood Lyre’s way. When she stared clawing at the grey-eyed girl, and, afterwards, trying to rub blood all over her legs, Kaien grabbed hold of his bars and stared hard at her. “Stop it, Lee.” His tone was more of a plea than an order. “Don’t become... like them.” In the underground, in the Wild Diamonds, as much as they were pinned against each other, the ones down here without a choice in the matter were “one side” and the ones running the show were “the other side.” At least, that’s how it was in Kaien’s mind and Lee, in her lunacy, was threateningly close to passing over the border.
“Lee, please, we don’t have much time. Search the guards and see if you can find the key to our cages.” Kaien’s eyes were on the pink haired girl and he was staring at her with the last of his hope. As much as he preferred to have ample time to talk to her, try to bring her out of her lunacy (though it seemed a potentially pointless pursuit), they didn’t have that luxury. “We need to get out of here. All of us. Come on.” And he remembered full well that she was here because of her mother, but hadn’t she blasted away any chance of her mother being spared after all that she’d done?
Kaien waited, with hope sinking, for Leann’s reaction.
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Post by Lyre Maybridge on Sept 30, 2012 0:16:36 GMT -6
[/i] of her heartbeat hammering away in her ears. It'snotbloodit'snotblood-. The anti-fire sprinkler kicking her out of her stupor as she looked up, the water washing away some of the blood as she attempted to squeeze her hands through the bars in an attempt to get most of the blood off her. Grey eyes wide as she stared up at the sprinklers allowing it to wash on her face, the thrumming of her heart slowly fading away with the blood that washed most of it off her skin before it turned off with a spray of water until all that was left was the soft drip coming down. The blood still beneath her, less thick and less sticky and she could almost convince herself that it was just paint. More guards trotted by, obviously alerted by the guard or at least the noise of havoc the pink banshee unleashed. Stepping over the bodies as if they were just props in the area and Lyre followed them with her eyes, watching them disappear through the door. Followed by one guard moments later who seemed frantic and high on alert, waving his gun around before Lee had come down from above surprising the Lyre and slamming a pipe into the guard and effectively silencing him completely. Leann had done a wonderful job making of the guards for someone with her petite stature and Lyre leaned back up against her cage, legs bent out in front of her and bare feet pressing up against the cold metal as she tilted her head, watching the display before her take place through half lidded eyes. The pink haired girl seemed to have truly snapped, spouting things she wasn't sure she could understand even if she tried too. Like a child unsure of the world, the girl rolled around with a piece of fabric in her hands with childish delight, even her sentences sounded of a child. As Leann turned her attention to Lyre, the small expression only visible through her mouth as her eyes were practically covered by long pink locks that vaguely Lyre admired. Long hair and such a lovely shade of pink, even if most of it was stained by paint, and at the mention of her being a bird of all things had Lyre scrunch up her face in confusion. A part of her wanting to question Kaien about this reference, he had clearly known the girl longer - maybe she had an infatuation with birds? But the girl was bounding over fast, jumping on her cage and rattling the body and small droplets of blood falling on her face as she looked up at the girl who peered down at her with insane green eyes. It'spaintit'spaintit'spaint she chanted, before Leann's hand stuck through the bars and Lyre flinched back and away from the girl's clawing hand. Spouting more nonsense as she proceeded to try and pet her as if she was a cat. I'm a bird and now a cat? Her brows scrunched in confusion, following Leann's erratic movements, grateful she had kicked the body away from her cage. "We'll paint!" Lyre froze, watching her hands reach through the bars and spread the blood onto her legs and with much delight as one with a child mentality could. "Make it.. red!" The sticky liquid now effectively smeared on her legs and oh god they were finger prints and it was on her legs. Someone else's blood was smeared on her legs like red paint on paper. Flinching hard as the pink haired girl splashed more paint onto her, splashing her legs and a little bit of her waist and Lyre felt sick. "Stop it, Lee." Breaking away from her now painted legs, she watched Kaien as she slowly came back from entering near-hysteria at the recent make shift art on her legs. "Don't become.. like them." But Leann was on top her cage in seconds, pink hair spilling into her little prison box and crimson liquid dripping into her hair. But Leann was talking as if Lyre was a bird again and Lyre didn't really hear a word of it as she stared at blood covered legs and the feeling of the liquid dripping on top of her head. Kaien's plea to Leann reaching Lyre at least and effectively keeping her from the hysteria that threatened to consume her. This place was starting to feel like a personal hell for her, blood and death surrounding her and she wondered if this was just her stuck in a nightmare, unable to awaken, as wide eyes sought out crimson ones her pupils effectively dilated from the fear. Though he was on the right track and Lyre could feel the high of fear slowly leave her body, now wasn't the time to go panicking over blood if they could get Leann to open the cages there might be a chance for them. And a chance to get rid of the bodies and blood."Uhm.. birdy would love if you would let her out." Her voice wavered as she looked up at the girl lounging on her cage as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Lounge in a room full of blood and bodies with two people trapped in cages, but was she really referring to herself as a bird? She felt utterly stupid and was sure it reflected on her face. But Lyre would look stupid if it meant getting somewhere, if it meant helping or at least trying to. "I can't... paint and make things red with you if birdy can't get out. Birdy can't play if she can't get out." A shaking hand reaching out and slowly and gently grasping the pink locks that filtered into her cage like a curtain. Allowing it to slip through her fingers should the girl again move abruptly. "Birdy wants to play."[/ul][/size]
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Post by Leann Lacey on Sept 30, 2012 12:41:08 GMT -6
"Stop? Them? Time? ...Ha, hahahaha! Out?!?"
Leann rolled over onto her back, writhing on the top of the cage and shifting her position so that she was perched perpendicular to the length of Lyre's cage. Kaien had pulled her attention now and she seemed to shimmy towards his cage, on her back, until her head and shoulders were over open air. Hooking her shoes - blood-splattered red/white/black plaid-print Converse high tops - under the bars of Lyre's cage, she managed to hang herself, upside down, so that she could look at him. Her long pink hair cascaded down with the change of position, allowing the already blood-stained ends to sink into the blood pool she'd previously used to "paint" Lyre. If this bothered her any, she didn't show it, and if she was worried about the guards finding her, her shouting certainly seemed counter-productive. She crossed her arms over her belly, and offered Kaien a rather... disappointed frown. Mad though she might have been, with this new expression, her eyes were quite clear.
"Me? Be like them? For real?" Her tone remained childish, though in this case, it seemed more like a bratty teenager than a kindergartner. "They're... dead! Should I be dead now, too?" Her eyes closed and a small smile formed on her face. With a tensing of her abdomen, she set herself swinging slowly, like a pendulum. "Ya think I didn't look around, huh? Hehee, hehee, trapped, you are, we are, I am... who cares about cages? Cuz we're sealed in... Oh, hohohoho... but is it to keep somethin' out, or keep me in? Hmm... hmm... hmm... "
For a moment, she seemed to consider her own question with such gravity, that she appeared lost to all other outside stimuli. Her brow was furrowed, eyes still closed, with a severe frown on her face. The pendulum swinging continued, as did her "consideration", all the way through Lyre's plea for a release and her promise to "play."
"Hmph!"
There were no questions about Leann's athleticism. With her "annoyed" expression, she performed a hanging crunch, pulling herself back onto Lyre's cage. Curling her legs under her, she sat, indian style, with her arms still folded and her back to Kaien. Her "consideration" time was apparently up, but if she'd found a satisfactory answer to her own question, she did not bother to share it. Instead, her attention shifted to Lyre.
"Hush!" she commanded, abruptly. Then, after letting the command sink in for a moment, she sprang up, turning in mid-air so that she landed on top of Lyre's cage on all fours. She pressed her face down against the bars. "D'ya think I'm stupid? I'm not. I'm not stupid! Ya think that, though, doncha? Birdy can't play if she can't get out... Pffft! Duh. Duh! But you dunno. You don't know! Ya can't play with me! Haha! Ya don't wanna play with me! I'll.... i'll just make you cry! Cry! Cuz I'm bad... hahaha... sooooo bad... heh. Heh... Ha..."
Her emotions seemed to change like the direction of the wind, because even with her bit of laughter, she suddenly seemed... sad. She pushed herself up, away from Lyre, and turned back towards Kaien. A quick spring forward had her landing on top of his cage, her attention now solely on the young man.
"I'm wrong, again, huh? I am stupid, right? Stupid. Stupid stupid, and... crazy. Ha, haha, crazy! Right? Right?! You said it... you said it, and yer always right, right? Always... but yer stupid, too! Y-you! You said don't come back, but you came back! ...but I'm more stupid, huh?" She crawled to the end of the cage where Kaien was and laid herself flat, so that she was as close as she could get to him. Her hair was falling all over the place, much of it dropping down and landing on his head and shoulders. "S'why ya don't like me anymore, right? Cuz I'm... stupid. And crazy. And... I don't listen, hehehe... but! But I tried! I tried and tried and tried!" Her hands were gripped tightly around the bars on top of the cage, and her words were emphatic and filled with enthusiasm. "But you still don't like me! You... you hate me, doncha? Hate... hate... they hate me, now. They hate me because I tried! I tried to do what you said! ...But... you still hate me... You'll always hate me... Cuz I'm not good enough, huh? I'm too stupid ta like..."
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Kaien Tsubakuro
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Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Sept 30, 2012 14:30:51 GMT -6
Apparently, they weren’t going to get out of the cages anytime soon. It was hard to deal with... this sort of Leann. Her bratty attitude and words made him clench his teeth and he frowned lightly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Apparently, he was determined to ignore her crazy and treat her as if she was still in full possession of judgement and sensibility. The frustration in his eyes was directed at the whole arena’s existence. “You should never have ended up here.” He was gritting his teeth now. “And there is a way out.” He tried to find some remnant of rationality in her eyes. “We can use it to escape.”
Lyre caught Kaien’s gaze and he could literally feel the fear in her eyes, but it made the light in his own appear hard and determined. They were trying to suggest strength to her. They had to endure whatever until the arena fell, wasn’t that what she had seen in her vision? Or had the future changed since then? Kaien released an inner sigh when Lyre started treating Lee the way she did. It certainly seemed like the right attitude to adopt, considering the pink-haired girl’s fragile mental health, but somehow Kaien just knew it would do more harm than good. Not all that certain what to say himself, he waited for Lee’s reaction.
Attention fully turned to Lyre, Lee reacted according to Kaien’s expectations. He could sense the suffering behind her words. It was why she had cracked, in his opinion. Because she couldn’t take being bad. Guilt consumed her like a flame did a thin sheet of paper. That was probably why he hadn’t cracked. That something inside him that was actually bitter and evil would make sure the impact guilt had on him wasn’t that severe.
His dark thoughts scattered when she jumped back on his cage and his back pressed against the bars as he looked up at her. Her words made him frown. “Would you stop deciding what I think on your own?” Crazy or not, she had been like that from the beginning – always eager to assume what he wanted or considered. There was no harshness in his tone, just a simple request. “And I was dragged back.” The absence of willingness in the whole affair seemed to be unimportant to her, however. She was pressed against his cage, and, while he thought to look away from the obvious sadness she was dripping his way along with bloodstained strands of hair, he couldn’t, and his eyes were locked on hers. A flicker of emotion flashed through his eyes at her words and he was frozen by them for a little while. She actually cared about that? Her frustration was so heavy it weighed down on him. “I never said being stupid was a bad thing,” he pointed out, somewhat weakly. “I just told you how hard it was to remember what it’s like to do stupid things for the people you care about.” He smiled faintly then, but it was mirthless. “You didn’t believe me, though.” His eyelids lowered and he was very tired again. Regardless, the gaze he held on Lee was almost fond, were it not so empty. “I don’t hate you, Leann. You’re the only one who truly hates you.” The guards, MV, their hate for her was superficial. No one could come to rival the self-loathing she bore for herself.
With a sigh, he looked away from her, lowering his gaze and planting it on the dead guard he had pushed some distance away from his cage. “When did it start mattering what I feel, anyway? You always know what people think before they tell you, don’t you?” Was he arguing with someone who was, by all considerations, somewhat insane? It wouldn’t matter for long anyway. Sooner or later guards would come and they would be more wisely equipped to deal with Lee. “Do you want me to hate you?”
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Lyre Maybridge
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Post by Lyre Maybridge on Sept 30, 2012 17:12:05 GMT -6
[/i] legs up to her chest and avoiding the liquid beneath the cage as much as she could while resting her arms on top, allowing her to rest her chin in the fold of her arm. Grey eyes wandering away from the two talking, and up to the wall as if it held all the secrets to capture her interest fully. Was insanity really the best solution though? It allowed survival, sure, but as Lyre gazed through half lidded eyes at the display a tiny frown crossing her features, it still wasn't enough. It was tearing her apart from the outside in, after all she reacted to the words Kaien spoke. While her responses were mostly garbled mash of words, well to Lyre anyway, she was responding to something from their past. Leann was there, somewhere beneath it all, trying to let go of it all but not quite being able to. At least, that's what Lyre gathered, she could very well be wrong though because it didn't seem to be taking all that much to have things thrown back in her face lately. With a silent sigh, she allowed her eyes to just shut as she listened to the two of them talk. Lyre was tired, and if she was tired she could only imagine how Kaien felt. He probably hadn't gotten any sleep if Lyre had been allowed a dreamless slumber for once. To be put through all of it and still be awake, she was amazed by his preservation to get through it all. He must be ready to pass out. With one eye cracked open, she glanced toward his form before allowing the grey eye to shut. If he does pass out I could probably predict something. A long stream of air ruffled her loose bangs out of her face as she allowed her eyes to open and gaze at the wall again. I doubt it'd be anything useful at the moment though. With another sideways glance she frowned. Probably having him fall asleep with the erratic pink banshee still around wasn't the brightest idea either. While she seemed to only target guards, Lyre wasn't sure how much she wanted to push her luck into finding out if the girl was willing to shock her to death. With a quick glance at the door she curled up tighter, the guards would probably be coming again soon. After all Leann had been anything but subtle when talking to them, practically screeching at times and other times just shouting in childish delight. Either Leann just didn't seem to care or didn't really process the thought, it was inevitable and with a sweep around the room before gazing back up at the wall, head resting back up against the bars. If they didn't manage to get out of these cages before the guards or whoever arrived, she hoped they would at least get rid of the bodies. They wouldn't decay anytime soon but they also didn't seem to do any maintenance about bodies either. Their first trip through the bowels of this place had proved that, and Lyre honestly didn't really want to be in a cage with decaying bodies sprawled around with the rotting stench to follow. She shuddered.[/size][/ul]
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