elektra natchios (skyblack) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-09-14 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elektra natchios, xian lang |
Who: Elektra and Xian
Where: Pike Place Market
When: Saturday morning at dawn, after this
What: Xian finds Elektra
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Character death, gore
The street cleaners were already out in force: washing down the bloodstained sidewalk, loading up the bodies. One of them made the mistake of getting too close to a lone metal limb and Elektra struck the metal grate behind which she was still imprisoned so hard he startled out of his skin. “Don’t fucking touch that,” she growled. And maybe it was the early hour or the way she looked after a night spent fighting vampires and werewolves, but the man backed off. One crew departed with a full load of cadavers. Another arrived. Slowly, the evidence of the nighttime war began to vanish, replaced by the pretend-normality of a mundane Seattle morning. Soon only Octane remained, his body in pieces, an eyesore of broken bones and viscera now buzzing with flies. Elektra had warned off the first few attempts to dispose of him, but with the sky now a brilliant blue overhead and shops beginning to open their doors, the street cleaning crews had no choice. They had to ignore her. They had to finish cleaning up. Elektra shouted and rattled the metal grate like a woman possessed. It did no good. Octane was scraped off, scooped up, and loaded into the back of an open-hull. At least they left the leg. And they left Elektra, too, pacing inside the closed shop like a lion in its cage, alone until a shadow fell over the metal grate. |