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Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-20 07:15:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 08, alice cullen, ariana dumbledore, balthazar blake, chase collins, cheshire cat, dug, edward cullen, elizabeth swann, faith lehane, gwen cooper, hiei, jaime davies, jake chambers, jayne cobb, kaylee frye, lily evans, lizzy miles, magius, malcolm reynolds, oy, parker, radical edward, regulus black, river tam, son sayuri, spike spiegel, susan pevensie, tinkerbell, violet baudelaire

RP: Reavers in the Hotel
Characters: Lily, everyone else
Time/Date: Early early morning, August 20
Location: Hotel, everywhere
Warnings/Rating: Violence (including rape), character death, swearing, more violence, blood, guts, etc.
Summary: Reavers, man
Status: Wrapped up

Susan had been on her way to bed, intending to simply crash as she was, too tired to think about much beside that. Her steps paused in the hall though as she heard a noise. That had sounded like ... breaking glass.

Easing an arrow from her quiver, she fitted it to the bow as she started slowly down the hall. Fighting in tight quarters like this was far from ideal, but she would do the best she could. She wasn't certain what room the noise had come from, so she stood in the hallway, listening. She heard grunts and noises that she could only describe as primal, and she shuddered, her exhaustion all but forgotten. When the door - her door - burst open, Susan didn't even have time to scream. She fired one arrow very accurately, and very soundly, but before she had time to even draw the second arrow, they were on her ...

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Lily had slept like the dead that night, though when she woke - early - she had vague recollections of ... breaking glass and thumps. Dreams, she supposed, inspired by one of the many fears playing chase in her mind. She'd checked the network before even getting out of bed, but there were no updates she hadn't seen. She showered, she dressed, and she stepped into the hallway. She froze before her foot even crossed the threshold. Something was wrong.

Leaning forward, sticking her head out the door, she peered down the hall. First toward the end closer to her, the end with the infirmary, and then toward the other end. She clamped her hands over her mouth to trap the scream as she saw the mangled body at the end of the hallway. She recognized the girl by the bow broken over her middle, and Lily stumbled back into her room, slamming the door closed.

For a moment, there was panic. Only panic. Simply panic. The blind animal instinct to run, run far from daner before her humanity reasserted itself and she tried to think. She did the only thing that made sense just then. Reaching for her Blackberry, Lily marked the post urgent and sent only three words, broadcast to the network:

They got in

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Spike, Open (2nd Floor)

lunkhead
2010-08-21 06:39 am UTC (link)

It had finally happened: the reavers had somehow made their way into the hotel. Lily had sent out an urgent network post to announce the incident, Jayne had taken the initiative to walk (or limp) out into the fray, and Spike... Well, Spike was stuck in the infirmary and in no condition to even think of going much further than a bathroom. He may have managed to remain in one piece, but after having one of those damn creatures try to slice his arm off at the shoulder and cut him in half, it wasn't as if he were in good condition. Even though the attempts had obviously failed, damage was still done and blood had still been lost. He'd be a liability if anything - and that's if he made it past the door without either falling over or being dragged back by someone with the good sense not to let him go.

To say that this little fact upset him would have been a gross understatement. After all, it was practically hardwired into Spike's psyche to get up and go back into the 'line of fire' if he was conscious and he or his allies were in danger. He didn't want to stay there, sprawled across some stupid chair (for he'd have killed the first person to attempt forcing him into a hospital bed - be it real or makeshift), waiting for everyone else to either be mauled or kill the reavers themselves. He wanted in on the action, if not for the sake of killing things then for the sake of making sure Ed's (and Jayne's, since he technically owed the man for helping save him) lives were in capable hands. Or hand, since he wasn't quite tolerant enough of pain to try using his right arm and the injury itself would likely throw off his aim anyway.

With an agitated sigh (which was more like a grunt or growl by the sound of it), Spike gave a firm kick to the nearest thing on the floor: an empty soda can he'd used as an ash tray at some point last night.

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

radicalhacker
2010-08-21 09:26 am UTC (link)

"Just like old times indeed." came a female voice, but a voice tinged in pain. Edward had landed in the makeshift infirmary thanks to a twisted ankle from a crash landing on a stairwell when she ran back to her room for her computer. "Besides you know I can't fight to save my skin, unless its got the web attached and these goons never heard of the internet" she confessed. "Almost grabbed a stun gun and joined in but the logical side took over" she added.

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

lunkhead
2010-08-21 09:49 am UTC (link)

Spike raised an eyebrow when he heard the familiar voice and shifted - quite slowly - so that he could look at her. "Not quite," he argued half-heartedly, mostly for the sake of being contrary. His mood demanded that he be a little snippy, after all; but it really was like old times. He was badly injured and more than willing to go out there and face doom... if only such were physically possible. And if those things were still around when he was capable of handling it (by his own definition of 'capable')...

He wished the damn soda can would return to its original place so he could kick it again, but since that was an impossibility Spike settled for just scuffing his boot against the floor.

"Good," he muttered. "Bullets barely stop those fuckers. You'd be wasting your time." And her life, though he wasn't the type to admit he cared about someone else's welfare. He half-shrugged, using only his left shoulder (something he'd learned through unpleasant trial and error and the unfortunate urge to stretch earlier).

"I know you didn't just come to visit me..."

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

radicalhacker
2010-08-21 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Ed slumped into the chair next to Spike as she spoke,"Twisted my ankle, crash landing on some stairs so not against those things". But she was in pain and it showed. "So combo of my being a klutz and flat out bad timing more than anything else." but she was gritting her teeth the whole time. "Besides, this does feel like old times but with me also on the injuried list."

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

lunkhead
2010-08-22 06:28 am UTC (link)

"Guess that makes you lucky or something, being stuck in here." Spike didn't even bother pretending that he was serious. The resentment was obvious in his tone, making it clear that he would rather be out there than stuck in the infirmary.

Even so, he couldn't help but to smile - though it undoubtedly looked more like a simrk - at the revelation of how Ed had been hurt. His gaze trailed down to her feet, taking notice of the shoes she would have never worn when she was younger. "That's what you get for wearing those things," he said, allowing his gaze to linger rather than specifying. Spike figured she'd know what he meant, anyway.

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	Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor) radicalhacker 2010-08-22 06:37 am UTC (link)
	"At least the company is good." Ed was honest. She had seen Spike take the idea of being stuck like this not too well in the past and was hopefully ready this time around. But even she could see a small moment of humor in the storm,"I learned one thing, these shoes and floors trashed by Reavers do not mix!" knowing Spike meant the shoes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

lunkhead
2010-08-22 07:01 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, right..." Spike didn't mean to sound as if he didn't appreciate Ed's company, but he hardly found having a friend around to be compensation for feeling completely useless. "Nothing solves problems better than camaraderie. I'm sure that'll stop the reavers from busting in on us..."

He scoffed as he fished around in his jacket for a cigarette and his lighter, a process which was void of the usual finesse thanks to doing it one-handed. It wasn't until after he'd begun to replenish his depleted nicotine levels that he spoke, only a small bit of humor remaining in his eyes from the exchange about shoes. "I don't see why you won't just ditch the shoes. You never needed them before, and they're not doing you much good now."

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

radicalhacker
2010-08-23 03:22 am UTC (link)

"But at the same time you have your gun and I know a bit from being around you guys." Ed countered. "Plus this place is packed with ammo and guns it seems."

As for the shoe exchange that was a small moment of humor. "Maybe I should ditch the shoes, was only trying to blend in and be semi normal but maybe I lost a little of what makes me me, if that makes sense." But she had to admit, Spike does have a point. "Maybe I'll try sneakers instead of boots."

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Re: Spike, Edward(2nd Floor)

lunkhead
2010-08-23 05:51 am UTC (link)

"We should just toss a few grenades at 'em and be done with it. Who's going to care about damage, if it gets rid of the damn things?" Spike, of course, was quite fond of explosions and ending things with a bang. Regardless of how he fared in the process, it was better than either sitting around doing nothing or trying to fight reavers in close combat. He'd learned the latter lesson quite extensively.

He stretched out his legs and leaned back in the chair, allowing his cigarette to balance precariously at the corner of his mouth as he spoke. (Though he closed his eyes, he was still very much awake and listening to Ed.) "You and normal don't mix, kid. If you're going to try that, you may as well take away Jet's bonsais." He laughed, though the sound seemed half-forced at best, and added in a low mutter: "Or tell Faye to give up gambling."

Really, it was hard to not speak as if the rest of the crew were there when Ed was around. It felt... strange. But not quite as strange as the blood-and-death scenario playing out around them - even if it was only strange because the enemies didn't use guns.

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