RP: Traumatized Characters: Corey, Dave, Barney, Simon Time/Date: Evening, August 30 Location: lobby area Warnings/Rating: stabbing Summary: a highly traumatized Corey arrives, is mistaken for a Becky, and stabs a Dave Status: Complete
Corey knew something was wrong before she even opened her eyes. The bed felt different. The room felt bigger. But mostly, her brother wasn't in bed beside her. She started to shake even as she shifted to the side, reaching out to the cold half of the bed. It was unslept in, and she felt her breath hitch. They'd just lost their father. She couldn't have lost him, too.
Opening her eyes slowly, Corey looked around. Definitely not the room they'd fallen asleep in. This one was much bigger, much nicer. Nothing they could afford. She noticed the note, and she read it. Kidnapped. "Not again," she whispered, but ... this didn't sound like the work of a coven. They wouldn't bother putting her in a room. They'd just kill her.
A brief exploration of the room showed she had clothing and her blades - but not her gun. She felt around her neck and found her cross, so at least there was that. Corey picked up the blackberry and scrolled through some of the entries, but they weren't very helpful.
So she snagged her key, strapped on her blades, and let herself out.
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Dave had been wandering around. Not because he was bored, no. Nothing like that. He really didn't want to watch the TV. It was all violence or porn. Sure, okay, the South Park wasn't so bad, but even that got boring after a while. So he was strolling, looking for other people to talk to, or maybe Balthazar to train with or ... something.
He caught a glimpse of a familiar looking blonde in his wanderings, and he beamed. "Becky!" he called out as he started toward her. How awesome was this? Okay, not so awesome that she'd been kidnapped, but awesome that she was here, and they could ... talk.
Corey spun as someone called her ... by that name. That was the name she'd used in Cordova. Before that, it had been Karen. Before that, Elizabeth. They hadn't settled on new names yet for Ipswich, but that wasn't really the first thing on her mind.
She didn't recognize the guy running toward her, but she felt her heart slamming in her chest. So she reacted the way she would to any threat. She flicked her wrist to drop a blade into her hand. She flipped it neatly so she was holding it by the handle, and as the guy attempted to hug her, she drove the blade at him. She felt it sink into his middle, felt the spurt of blood on her hand, and she took a step back, drawing the blade along with her.
Dave gaped in surprise. In shock. He peered down to his side where he could see the blood soaking through his shirt, and he just gaped at her. "You stabbed me," he said incredulously.
Corey remained silent, simply staring at him. Normally, she had words. Normally she was relatively well adjusted. But this wasn't normal. This was being kidnapped while being on the run after having lost her father and now being separated from her brother, the only family she had left.
"I ... don't think you're Becky," he said.
"Not anymore," Corey whispered before she took a step back. She gestured to the wound he was covering with his hand, and she shook her head. She hadn't meant to stab him, but ... she'd been scared. And he'd called her that and ... she didn't know him. "I'm sorry."
Not anymore? Dave's brow furrowed, and he hunched over a little. "Okay this is kind of starting to hurt ..." he said. He knew there was an infirmary, and he hoped it was staffed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she took another step back, the short, bloody blade still gripped in one hand.