mariana bezerra da silva. (deceleration) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-17 19:47:00 |
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MARIANA: When the Tomb of Kharis had dissolved into the fairgrounds, a brief wave of relief had washed over Mariana. It was just as dark and eerie as the tomb, but at least it was an open space. If she was going to have to deal with scorpions, spiders, and legions of the undead, she appreciated that she wasn’t going to have to deal with a dark, musty, and cramped old tomb. Of course, the relief quickly dissipated as soon as she realized she would now have to contend with a number of other horrific things. Her eyes scanned the area for the rest of her group; she recognized countless faces -- and internally breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted a friend in good condition -- but she was separated from the rest of the people who had been in the tomb with her. The minions of Kharis were gone as well, but they had been replaced by zombies. Her eyes widened in horror as they closed in on her, stumbling backwards as she desperately tried to get away from them. “Parar!” she yelled in her native tongue. “Parar! Ficar para trás!” Stop! Stop! Stay back! But the zombies continued their lumbering advance until they all simply stopped -- or at least slowed down to the point that it looked like they had stopped. Mariana blinked. She hadn’t even touched any of them. SAM: “GET AWAY FROM HER!” Sam bellowed - a deep, guttural war bellow - as he appeared as if from nowhere, hitting the head zombie in a full tackle like a runaway freight train. The decomposing body nearly fell apart from the force alone, but he made absolutely certain by landing the head of his axe across the corpse’s neck. The hands-on approach proved to be a bit unnecessary, as a veritable armory of blades and guns followed Sam immediately, blasting and hacking away at the encroaching horde with surgical precision. Despite the fact that he was theoretically controlling the floating weapons Sam only seemed to be half paying attention, as he had immediately swung back around to grab Mariana firmly but carefully by the shoulders. “Are you okay?” He demanded, his eyes frantically searching her face for injuries. His fingers brushed over her hair, turned her neck, meticulously making sure that any splashes of blood weren’t hers. MARIANA: Sam’s sudden arrival couldn’t have happened at a better time and Mariana couldn’t have looked happier to see him. There was nothing but insanity happening all around them -- the zombies being hacked to pieces, the other student versus monster fights, etc -- but all Mariana could focus on was how relieved she was to finally be able to see, touch, and talk to someone she cared about. She couldn’t even manage to be horrified that Sam was seeing her in what was sure to be a dreadful state. Messy hair, clothes covered in dust and cobwebs, skin covered in scratches and bruises -- but she was beaming at him as if they were on the highly anticipated IVI beach trip. “I’m fine. Are you okay?” she asked, looking him over for any serious signs of damage. She was so caught up in Sam that she didn’t even notice the man with the chainsaw rushing toward them. But much like the horde of zombies that had attacked her, both the man and the chainsaw slowed down to a near halt once they were within range. SAM: “Yeah, I’m good.” Sam said breathlessly, but not without a hint of a smile curling at his lips now that the panic was subsiding, and the full realization that she was safe and they were together was sinking in. “Boy, am I glad to see--” As Mariana’s gaze flicked over his shoulder to the coming attacker he swug around himself, instictively sweeping her behind him with one arm while bringing his axe up with the other. His preparation proved unnecessary as the chainsaw-wielding maniac suddenly slowed to a crawl, and he gave a breathless chuckle. With a gesture from his free hand the chainsaw was jerked out of the attacker’s hand and spun around, so the blunt engine side could be smashed back down onto his face, laying the slowed-down psycho flat. Sam realized they were safe only for a moment, and quickly got to his feet, pulling Mariana by the hand with him. “C’mon,” He said, taking on that authoritative tone again. “Lets get you somewhere safe.” MARIANA: As Mariana watched Sam disarm and attack Crazed Chainsaw Man with relative ease, she looked very impressed. With his humble boy scout routine almost always on display, it was easy to forget how capable Sam really was, especially in scenarios like this. If Mariana was any less confident in her own ability to handle herself, it would have been intimidating. But despite all Sam’s power and skill, she was not the least bit interested in being told what to do. Folding her arms across her chest, her broad smile was quickly replaced by a scowl. Her irritation was clearly evident by her tone. “Excuse me? I do not plan on running and hiding while everyone else is fighting, Samuel. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, as you can see.” She jabbed a finger in the direction of the attacker currently sprawled out on the ground. SAM: Sam stopped short when Mariana refused to follow his lead, turning around to face her with an expression of strained exasperation. “For God’s sake, Mariana.” He said in a half-sigh, half-plea, his hand coming up to cup the side of her face as he stepped closer to her. His arsenal of weapons lifted idly to form a perimeter around them, in case any other attackers thought of surprising them. “I know you’re capable, okay? You’re proud and independent and all that other stuff, but that doesn’t change that fact that I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you, alright?” His eyes held hers intently, struggling to convey his feelings while adrenaline pumped through his veins. “Just--” The articulation of words failed him in the face of her stubbornness, and so instead he just pulled her closer and pressed a kiss firmly against her lips, holding it for as long as he dared before breaking away. “Just trust me, okay?” MARIANA: And all that that other stuff. While it was nice that Sam recognized she was both independent and proud, “and all that other stuff” felt dismissive. And why was he arguing with her about this now, anyway? There were scorpions and zombies and killer clowns and a number of other horrific monsters around; if she wanted to help take them on, then he should step aside and let her. It was a nice sentiment, but she wasn’t interested -- and she had every interest in telling him how uninterested she was in being some protected girlfriend, but then his mouth was on hers. She kissed him back eagerly, as if it was the most inappropriate time to make out with someone she refused to call her boyfriend. But Mariana cared about him, even if she couldn’t bring herself to date him. And after everything that had happened, the kiss was a welcome distraction. “I trust you,” she said quietly, reaching up to touch his cheek. “But you have to trust that I will be okay. We can stick together, if that will make you feel better.” SAM: “Deal.” Sam relented, though with a hint of exasperation still in his voice. “Lets go.” He began to lead the way towards where a group of students were gathering defensively, though this time he didn’t try to shield her like a bodyguard, instead letting her cover one side of the fray while he focused on the other. |