ix_spiral (ix_spiral) wrote in ix_rpg, @ 2016-05-15 23:30:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | codename: longshot, codename: spiral, date: 10.18.16, status: in progress |
Baby, I'm a House on Fire
Who: Longshot, Spiral
What: Looking for the dearly departed
When: October 18th, Tuesday night
Where: Doomsday bunker, Florida
Warning: Violence, language, sex the usual suspects.
It hadn't taken Rita long to decide that she hated Florida; she hated every inch of it, and when she found the woman who was the reason they had been sent there, she was going to make her pay for it. Everything was humid and awful. The fact that the place they were looking for was in a swamp made things even less pleasant because it was even wetter, and the smell was problematic, which was saying something because Rita had disemboweled a number of people over the course of her years with the Company. She had smelled all kinds of things that normal people never came into contact with. The scent of acid as it ate into flesh and muscle and then bone was another one. The way poison smelled on the breath, sweet but deceiving, before the cascade of blood being vomited out started. All of these things tucked into her mind, each one worse than the last, but it was the swamp that smelled the worst of all.
It was never going to come out of her hair. Someone was going to pay.
They had left Ben and spent too long on planes and in briefing rooms. Now she was edgy and ready to stab someone through the throat.
Even though the bunker was in swamp, in a rather sparsely populated area, they had still decided to go at night. There would be less chance of being seen. Plus Rita figured that anyone who lived out here who might seen or hear them would be a lot more apt to check it out on their own instead of calling in the authorities, and between them, she and Art could definitely defend themselves against whatever the swamp wanted to throw their way.
Taking out the door was easy with her enhanced strength. The sight before her just made her grind her teeth. No, she hadn't really expected it to be that easy, but it would have been nice for it to be. Just the once. "Looks like it's been abandoned," she said over her shoulder to Longshot. "Might as well scout around though. Maybe someone stayed behind or left something." Maybe Art could pick up on something that that weird mental power of his that still unsettled her. Her? The woman who had once skinned a man because he dared touch her when she told him not to, and she was unsettled by her lover's powers. On another day, she might have found a bit of humor in that.