Lorna Dane (polaris_) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2017-10-03 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | @dark shadows, dane: lorna, murphy: kiernan, murphy: lochlan, murphy: morgan, murphy: ronan |
CHARACTERS: Polaris and friends.
TOPIC: The call is coming from inside the house.
DATE & TIME: Tuesday, October 3rd, 2017 - 11:30pm.
LOCATION: Murphy House.
RATING: M for magnets.
Lorna climbed the Murphy house stairs that led from the basement, the basement she'd claimed as hers and Morgan's. Despite the near-literal twenty-four other people who lived here, Polaris was quite alone. Kiernan was probably at his restaurant and Rhia was probably with him. Conlan and Morgan had nerd plans somewhere, and Lochlan was never home when the sun was down. Finally, Kellen was being watched by Ronan, who didn't technically live there, but sort of crashed on the couch sometimes. Which was an incredibly long-winded way of saying, she had the home to herself. Not that the geologist had fantastical plans it. She'd probably text her squad, eat a pint of ice cream, and watch something on Netflix that Morgan didn't care for.
Lorna's bare feet stepped into the kitchen, eyes squarely set on the freezer and the dessert she felt she'd earned. Then she heard a noise from the living room. Okay, that wasn't so odd. Someone had probably just returned home. But when she reentered the main room, there was nothing... "Hello?" She called, then realized she was acting like every dumb bitch in every stupid horror movie. It hadn't helped that she and Morgan had binged several of those movies on Sunday, to celebrate the season. "Okay, Lorna." She told herself and shook off the nerves. "You're being stupid."
Polaris returned to the kitchen, confident she'd just gotten herself worked up for nothing. Then the rug, the literal rug, was pulled out from under her. The long runner that bridged the gap from the living room to the kitchen was whipped away from her feet with such force, she fell face first onto the hardwood floor. Lorna landed with such energy, her forehead bounced like a basketball on a gym floor. Everything went black and her ears rung so loud it drowned out any other sound she would have heard. Dazed and confused, she felt the familiar symptoms of a concussion, something she'd experienced once prior in the Danger Room. Her vision returned, though the room spun uncontrollably. Lorna used her arms to crawl forward and assumed whatever the danger was, it existed behind her. After she'd traveled less than a foot, something sharp dug into her cafe muscle. Hot knives, it felt like hot knives. She howled in pain, but the sound was muffled by her ears that still rung. She looked back, but the surroundings were still hazy, and all she could make out were wicked eyes and a maw of fangs. Instinctively, her mutation reached out across the kitchen. She turned her own body into a human magnet and allowed her body to be yanked across the room and she slammed into the legs of Kiernan's metal island. While this her got away from her attacker, the sudden and violent movement caused the hot knives to tear through Lorna's skin. She huddled herself against the island and wrapped her hands around her lower leg. Polaris felt the warmth of her own blood and tried her best to apply pressure. Without looking at the entryway, the Murphy refrigerator became weaponized and flew through the air toward the last place she'd seen the teeth and eyes. Polaris found the phone in her jeans pocket and smashed the help button, her wet fingers smeared across the touchscreen.
Either from the head injury or the loss of precious liquid, Lorna blacked out. When her eyes reopened, she recognized Will's pleasant but concerned face. Polaris heard his comforting words and just allowed her body to move where he wanted it. Several different Irish accents argued from behind Omen, but Lorna couldn't make any of them out. She did look for Morgan then realized the technopath had been by her head the entire time she'd been awake. She smiled towards him and reached her hand out to him. "Sorry." She told him, for the bloody handprint that now covered his jacket. "I'll clean it up later." Lorna assured him, then nodded when someone told her she was going to be fine. "I know." She smiled, still a bit concussed. Honestly, she was happy she'd soon be in the infirmary and hopefully given something for her headache... and maybe some ice cream.