Li Hua (whorrior) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-07-16 17:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: justin hammer, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: li hua, z: om1: past character: mary walker |
Game
Characters: Li Hua, Mary and Hammer
Setting: Hammer's penthouse, evening
Content: Surprisingly safe.
Summary: Li Hua introduces her friends. Hammer explains himself. Testicles may be harmed.
The singing of birds was the first change Li Hua noticed after the rain when she and Typhoid stole away to the mainland. She didn't know if they had gone, or quieted their voices during the plague, or if it was only that seabirds flew out to Rikers Island and nothing else. She leaned out of her burnt out window, looking out on a capsized tanker in the harbour, white with salt and sun and reeking of dead fish, oversweet rot and gore and the electric tang of the storm, listening to the birds chirp. It sounded like nature back in balance.
The warehouse was a lifeless husk when the pair came upon it in the dark, the women mostly gone, refuse and chaos left behind as though the plague had swept through quickly, suddenly and violently. Those that remained rotted, hardly recognizable and bloated with beetles. They must have tried to stay here during the outbreak, creating a perfect hive once the virus leaked in, and then all stumbled away toward the city centre and the promise of live prey. None of them returned since the rain, or since the constant drone of helicopters died off, leaving the people to put their own lives back together. Typhoid and Li Hua couldn't stay there, and they couldn't keep waiting. It was time to start over with everyone else.
Everyone except for Justin Hammer. His penthouse was pristine, as though untouched throughout the whole ordeal, so Li Hua discovered as she invited herself and Mary in. It wasn't so difficult-- the key Hammer had given her, after breaking in the third time, was still with her things; clothes she was glad for the familiarity of, no longer rough and harsh like the prison issue jumpsuits, and the fans she had missed and sharpened lovingly in the long days she spent waiting and listening. He wasn't here, of course. He was out parading around the city like a benevolent god. If Li Hua could start again living like this, it would be much easier, much more like home. Those women that would be falling through the cracks as the city was rebuilt would rush to the comfort of this lifestyle. Hammer could be convinced to use his new found power for good into a women's shelter, somewhere nice and open with fine wood floors and an expansive kitchen. "Are you hungry?" Li Hua asked her companion, rounding Hammer's counter with a finger dragged along its surface; not even a fleck of dust.