itwaskasper (itwaskasper) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-10-14 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | brady, day six, group scene, jason, kasper, leandro, reece, wren |
you tell me no
Characters: Jason, Reece, Wren, Leandro, Brady, Kasper
Setting: Courtyard, early afternoon
There was a twinkle in Kasper’s eye. A small hint of life outside her anger that roared awake as she left her spot perched above the coop of chickens, all running around like their heads were cut off. She had taken the time to finally retreat back into her room quickly, take the most lightning fast shower she could and change out of the old clothes from the day before. The blood washed away from her hands, but the bruises on her neck and knuckles remained.
Having thrown on a pair of torn jean shorts and black tshirt with some long since broken up band logo on it, Kasper locked her door and made her way to the farm end of the facility. The black fabric of her large shirt hung over the bones of her hips like sheets in the wind and by the time she had wandered back from the farm, she had tied one bottom corner to the side in a knot, showing part of her skeleton figure below it.
She took a slow, satisfying walk towards the stocks in the courtyard of block A after returning to complete the satisfying scratch to her itch. With a wide grin and prowling wander horizontally across the grass to get a better look at those ahead, Kasper unclasped her hands from her back, a single, fat tomato firmly grasped in one hand. She tossed it gently in her hand. “Now, which one of you gets the prize,” she whispered to herself, beginning to approach closer.
Wren had been sort of hovering around the edges (out of Caroline's view) just to be sure nothing happened. Like, for instance, what was about to happen when she spotted a woman she'd not really seen much of previously. But that didn't stop her, as she immediately rushed to get into her path before she reached her clear destination. "No." Wren said firmly. "You are not going to be throwing that at the helpless."
Kasper scoffed rather profusely. “Oh yeah, they’re helpless and totally innocent,” she said sarcastically. Who in the hell thought that this chick was in any way fit to pull superhero? Her eyes were less amused after looking down at her tomato. Returning her gaze to the girl before her, there was a hint of darkness that gave a more serious allure to her tone, “Get out of my way, twiggy.”
"You have no idea what they may or may not have done, and they're being punished, so they don't need your input. It's being dealt with." Wren said, not backing down. "Go away. I'm not going to stand here and let you throw things at helpless people."
Definitely not amused, Kasper rose one brow and leaned in close to Wren, taking a good look over her face. It seemed as though she was looking for something in particular as her eyes squinted. “Are you ok?” she asked before flicking her middle finger with her thumb into Wren’s forehead. “Is there something wrong in your goddamn brain, or are you really this full of shit?”
Wren winced and reached up to bat Kasper's hand away. "I'm still not going to let you victimize people! There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just not going to idly stand by while someone deliberately assaults people who can't in any way defend themselves. I'm not going to let you bully people."
Kasper shut her eyes tightly before squishing her hand right through the tomato, crushing it between her fingers. She took another step closer to Wren upon opening her eyes, making sure to remain a mere inch or two away from her. “A bully?” she said in a near whisper, “Do you want to know what a bully really does? “ Kasper’s voice held a deep tone as she crept in even closer, one foot sliding through the middle of Wren’s feet as their lips nearly collided.
Wren definitely slid back, not wanting to be close to the woman at all, and in an automatic move, she reached up to push at Kasper's shoulders, to try and push her away.
With Wren’s fumble, Kasper quickly pulled up her hands and gripped the girl’s upper arms tightly, her sharp, jagged fingernails digging into the soft skin. She slid her foot sideways to properly bring her down and in an instant, they were on the ground and Kasper was on top. “They don’t shout names at you, push you around... scare you,” she stated firmly, her head lowering closer. “They don’t just make you hate them,” she let go of one arm, the tomato filled hand forming a fist and then thrusting down, slamming into the ground right next to Wren’s face.
Wren really wasn't listening. Not because she was deliberately tuning Kasper out, but because she'd just been knocked down, and now there was a hostile woman on her. So she struggled, having keen flashbacks in her mind to when she'd been assaulted in prison. When she got closer, Wren did the only thing she could do, and that was to slam her head forward, knocking her forehead against any part of Kasper's face she could.
Kasper’s head jolted to the side upon the bang. She drew in a sharp breath, imagining everything she would have done if given the chance to the foolish children, now living freely in adulthood. The free hand grabbed Wren by the hair, pulling viciously back down. Her fingers gripped so tightly that she could nearly feel the hair bunching and tearing. “They burn you up inside!” she began shouting into Wren’s face, her nails digging deeper into the skin of her arm, “They take the only things that matter, and they kill you without ever touching you! They kill you, and make you want to kill, until you’re nothing!” There was a blanket of white that practically made Wren disappear completely. She was angry and a blood lust began to boil her insides.
Wren felt the pain lance through her scalp, and in her arm where Kasper's nails bit in. She struggled more, trying to hit with her free hand, managing a glancing blow to click Kasper's jaws shut, though she knew it wasn't nearly enough to actually get the woman off of her.
The strike shook Kasper’s core as she opened her mouth again and stretched it. A growl-like sound came out of her as she saw the outlined image of the school she had set out to punish for its crimes. A heavy few breaths lifted Kasper’s shoulders and in an instant she began screaming into Wren’s face. “Did you take him away from me?” she questioned, small drops of spit spraying out of her mouth as her voice seemed to crack under the stress, “Did you take him away from me, motherfucker?!” Her hand let go of the hair and struck the ground again, and then again. “Tell me what you did that made it so bad!!” Once more, a strike with the ground so hard her hand began to feel like it would break.
An echoing scream exploded throughout the courtyard and upon the next drawback of her hand, she cracked it across Wren’s cheekbone once, and then twice. “Say it, say what you did, you piece of shit!!”
Wren by this point was getting a little dazed. She was still struggling, short little screams escaping her now that the woman above her was absolutely mad. She had no idea what she was screaming about, and the hits against the ground were terrifying, but then she actually hit her. Once. Twice. Stars exploded in Wren's vision, and she tried to get her arms free to hold them up in front of her face to defend herself.
Kasper’s hands had already suffered by the late night ravage of her walls and mirror, but now they were swelling with pain - pain she could feel but ignored. A trembling vision of the bathroom in her old apartment blurred the lines between present and past. Soft curls of hair slowly dying in her memory touched her aching fingers and eased her pain as she went in for a third strike at Wren’s cheek. Her heart raced fast and hard as the grip of her hand tightened on the girl’s arm, the touch of blood trickling along her fingers. The strong smell of alcohol dazed her senses as she recalled the arms of her mother enveloping her. One more strike to Wren’s face eased the painful memories, but did not ease her rage. There was no end in sight, none but the right of blood for blood. A childs body and about eight pints of the warm liquid. When it was cold, it required justice.
Jason had stayed back in the gym after Reggie had left. Mostly because, even though he had helped the other man take out his own frustrations on the heavy bag, he still had some of his own. He had turned his own attention to the bag, running through a light routine that he had used for years specifically for cooling down. He had been getting into his rhythm when he heard something that made him stop, one hand coming to rest on the bag. That had almost sounded like… He was moving before he fully registered what was going on, heading for the door of the gym.
Instinctively, he looked over at the stocks, figuring if anything was going on outside, then it would be there. He was right. He picked up speed at the sight of two women he didn’t recognize engaged in a rather epic catfight. Well, no, strike that, he decided quickly. A real fight, one that needed to be stopped immediately.
That whole, lack of a sense of self-preservation kicked in pretty fast and he did the first thing that came to mind as he reached the two women. He grabbed the woman on top – the one that his mind instantly pinned as the aggressor – and pulled her off the other, pushing her back enough that he was able to place himself in between the two. His hands came up instinctively into a defensive stance, not sure what to expect next, but wanting to be ready to defend both himself and the woman on the ground.
Reece hadn’t had much to do and with the back and forth with Mojo the day before there was extra steam that needed to be burned off, lots of it. He hadn’t said anything to the other man in the gym, not really interested in making friends, just in focusing on lifting weights and maybe the thump-thump-thump of him punching the bag. When that stopped Reece glanced up, eyes going right to where Jason’s had and dropping his weights about the same time and running after him.
While Jason pulled them apart, it was Reece that had his arm around Kasper’s waist, pulling her out of the mess completely, and about five steps away from things.
Leandro was still in his room smoothing himself over after Kyle's departure. He hadn't left the other man any time to clean himself up but that didn't mean he couldn't, fixing up his hair and perking up the collar of his vest over the little spots low on his neck. It made him smile to himself, but he tucked a kerchief into his back pocket just in case of unforeseen circumstances. He was set to stroll out of his room and continue with the day, perhaps check on the state of affairs in the courtyard, when he was immediately assaulted by loud noises through his door. He paused with it cracked open, recognized the timbre of one of the voices, then whipped it so hard it smacked against the desk inside before clattering shut behind him, tin cans screaming against one another and getting caught in the doorframe.
He was off like a bat out of hell, aiming for the women scuffling in the grass. Two men were there hauling them off one another, but the one he recognized as Wren was still on the ground. The only thing keeping spots from dazzling his eyes and his lungs from ripping in half was pure adrenaline built on each stride of his long legs over the grounds. A panicked Leandro made it to Wren faster than he ever thought he could move. He wasn't thinking at all, just reaching down to loop his arms underneath hers and cross them over her chest. He hoisted her as hard as his arms could manage and started to drag her fiercely; one step and then another with her heels trailing behind. He made it most of the way towards the gym doors before he felt his ribs spasm. Exhaustion made him fall to his knees over her, shielding her.
She was bleeding from her head and it had streaked across his arm while he dragged her. Leandro noticed this and reached for his kerchief, begging God for focus for his trembling fingers and the fuzz on the edges of his vision. Leaning heavily on his elbow on the other side of her head, he searched until he found the gash formed by ripped hair and impact and pressed the kerchief over it. His eyes searched to meet hers, calling forth his voice to get her attention, don't let her fall into drowsiness. He got a grating hack before words came out. "Cggghhh... Come on... Wren... look..."
As soon as Brady heard the scream, he was pushing up and rushing away from Autumn, calling over his shoulder at her to stay there, not wanting to have to divide his attention between making sure no one hurt her and handling whatever situation he was running into. By the time he made it around the tool shed so that he had sight of the stocks and the commotion going on there, Jason and some other guy he didn't know had dragged Kasper off the other girl, and another guy was scooping that other girl up and carrying her away.
Brady saw red, able to fill in the blanks easily enough as he got closer and spotted the crushed tomato on the ground. He stopped short of Kasper. "Jesus fucking Christ, woman. Can't you keep from causing shit for one goddamn day?" He forced himself not to get closer, not to punch her because that really was all he wanted to do in that moment.
Kasper's wild expression left her pupils big, even as the sudden force of arms around her waist dragged her off of the body below. She screamed in protest, as though someone were attacking her. As she was pulled, her legs thrust forward in an attempt to kick the man now between them in the head. She missed.
Her entire body wiggled and fought the grasp upon her. Without thinking, she again kicked her legs up in front of her, hardly aware that Brady had now moved in on her. “I’ll make each and every one of you pay!” she screeched, her breaths becoming so heavy that it would’ve been a surprise if someone didn’t hear them. Another loud, bellowing scream and she drew back her legs, kicking backwards hard into the man behind her. Was this what it felt like? Did he suffer so deeply?
It felt like the world slowed right down for her, faces blurring and words incomprehensible. She wouldn’t go down, and neither would the sound of her screams.
Reece had been in his share fare of fights and more than one of them with girls in the midsts, so it wasn’t a surprise that she tried to kick him, and mostly succeeded her foot connecting with his shin and got a bit of a wince out of him. “You can kick me all you want. I’m not letting go,” he growled, more out of the pain than true anger.
Had the man holding the screaming woman let go, Jason probably would have found himself doing something he’d rather not do. However, he had to give the man props for not dropping her. Still, it was clear that the woman needed to be restrained, otherwise she would simply continue to fight. There was something… wrong with her, and as much as his adrenaline was spiking at the moment, the part of him that remembered being a firefighter and first responder recognized that the woman was… clearly not right in the head. Whether it was drugs, or alcohol, or simply in her own head, he didn’t know, but she was clearly dangerous, both to them as well as herself.
He moved forward quickly, making sure to cover his head from any more kicks, to grab her legs. The move probably didn’t look all that dignified – probably more like kid’s wrestling or something – but it was awkward to adjust to the other man restraining the rest of her. Still, he got one arm around each leg, moving to pin them against his own body, using his own weight to help to immobilize them. “Seriously?” he muttered, half to himself. Raising his voice to address the woman, he warned her, “Look, you’re not going anywhere, so you should just chill. Now.”
Everything seemed to be spinning. And her ears were ringing. Her face felt like it had exploded, and she was thinking about the last time she'd been in this position. Only that time she'd been bleeding out.
Voices. Leandro. She latched onto that in a feeble sort of way, trying to clear her head as she looked up into the very blurry world to try and find him. She made an attempt to speak, but really all that came out was mumbled nonsense as she tried to get her bearings and failed.
That was a good reaction, Leandro thought. He hoped. She was conscious and could tell that he was trying to talk to her. He swallowed dryly as he looked at the blood spotting his kerchief, but then he pressed it down again even more firmly. In his mind he was counting the seconds even as he looked down at her and tried to smile as much as he could muster.
"Hey..." he rasped. He'd be feeling the way he took off after her for days, he knew it. But his vision was clearing and he wanted to focus on keeping Wren calm and still. He tried for a small joke. "You're upside down, sweetie." Maybe it would look that way with him over her and the sky behind them.
When the bitch tried to kick Jason and did manage to kick the guy holding her, Brady nearly broke his own rule not to hit her, and he was glad when Jason grabbed her legs. Still, he moved closer and grabbed her face with one hand, forcing it up to look at him. "Look at me, damn it," he growled, seeing that wherever she was in her mind, she wasn't with them, and that was a dangerous thing. It was similar to yesterday, and he felt a sudden rage that the useless pieces of shit that ran this place hadn't done anything with his telling them that she needed help.
Kasper could feel the restraint around her body. The feeling set her off like an enraged, scared rabbit, flopping around until she finally latched her hands on to the man’s arms around her and clenched, hard. She heard something above her and in an instant, spat towards Brady’s face and tried to tug out her legs. “FUUUU-” she began screaming at the top of her lungs, as loud as she possibly could. Her breath struggled and her heart felt weak until finally, Kasper’s eyes rolled back and her head fell back, limp, along with the rest of her body. ”You said we’d be fine now!” she heard herself screech in a distant memory before the world went away.
Honestly, Jason was glad when she stopped struggling, but he didn’t relax right away. Especially not with the way she was screaming. It didn’t make any sense to him, but if she was in her own little world, then there was no telling what would set her off again, and he would rather not be caught off guard, especially given how close he was to her feet. Because of that, it actually took him a moment to realize that she hadn’t temporarily worn herself out, but was actually unconscious.
Slowly, not wanting to do anything that would jolt her back into consciousness, he released her legs. He sort of wanted to go check on the other girl, but knew that this one was still a problem. There was no telling how long she would be out. He glanced first at Brady then at the man now supporting all her weight. “Well… Now what?”
Reece felt her slump rather than saw it, but she went from trying to dig her nails into his arms to a dead weight in them. When Jason let go of her legs he let her drop down so he was holding her under her shoulders and started to set her down. “We make sure she’s okay I’d think. And get the other girl out of here.”
Wren was starting to come around a little more, and she looked at Leandro, expression clearing some. Even if the one side of her face was already swelling and was going to be a mess of bruises. "She was..." she started, sort of not quite managing to connect her thoughts super well, but she was making a real attempt at explaining. "...she..." she swallowed, wincing, and she tried to get herself together more. The pain spiking through her face at the wince expression actually helped with that. "She was going to throw things at them." Then she seemed to catch what he'd said to her before. "I'm upside down."
"Shh, it's okay," Leandro tried to comfort Wren, looking one more time at the kerchief. That was starting to look better, he thought. Her face was starting to look rough, though. Eventually he'd need to figure out where to find some ice, but he was rather nervous about moving her. He crinkled his brow and added, "Does anything else hurt?" A lot of things could have happened from being knocked down like that, and being no doctor himself Leandro had no idea where to start. Maybe he should check her neck? Or something? It was only a distant echo in the back of his mind, the reason why all of this had happened. The woman who had been attacking her came to throw things at the people in stocks. Maybe later he'd be angry, or try to figure out who she is. For now, he turned his head up and started to look around. Maybe one of the guys who'd come to restrain the other girl could help him out, because there was no way he could lift Wren again.
It took all of Brady's control not to let a blind rage overcome him when she spit in his face, and he lifted his free hand to wipe the saliva off his cheek. "Fucking bitch," he muttered in a soft growl. Only then she was passing out, and they were talking about what to do next. Brady glanced over to where the other guy had taken the other girl before looking back at Kasper and the guys. "You wanna help me get her down to the doc?" he asked the guy holding up Kasper's torso. "She needs some fucking antipsychotics or something. And Jason? You wanna go see if they need any help over there? She might need some medical attention or something too," he pointed out.
Kasper's eyes half rolled back, her head turning to one side and then vomited in her mouth. Shifting back into unconsciousness, the vile substance began to drip slowly from the corner of her mouth. She was entirely down and out.
Brady probably had the right idea. “Yeah, I can do that,” he told Brady. He’d let him and the other man worry about this girl. Although… “Roll her over for a minute before you take her down to Cal.” It probably wouldn’t do to let her drown in her own vomit.
Standing up, he moved over to the over to the girl that had been attacked and the man that had dragged her out of there. He did his best to be obvious about his approach, not wanting to startle the other man, especially not after what had just happened. He crouched down beside the two of them. “How’s she doing?” he asked the man, even as he looked her over. He hadn’t done this in a couple of years, but he figured he could handle this. “I’m Jason,” he introduced himself, mostly in an attempt to keep either of them from reacting badly to the fact that he leaned slightly over her to check her eyes. Despite the couple of blows she had taken to the head, she didn’t seem to have a concussion, her pupils even and not dilated. “She seems to be doing okay. We should probably take her down to the doctor just in case though.”
“I think at this point bitch doesn’t fit,” Reece grumbled. She was obviously violent, but Mr. Swearing there didn’t have a knot on his shin or a half dead a girl in his arms. He was turning her before Jason said to, adding to his great day with puke on his shoes, but he’d been around more than one passed out drunk person and knew that the best response was to turn her on her side. It was messy, obviously, but it kept her from dying, which was probably for the best. “If you want to do something you can help me get her off the ground. I can carry her.” He wiped part of Kasper’s mouth off with his shirt, fine with taking care of her rather than handing her over. For some reason he wasn’t quite sure the bigger guy wouldn’t drag her by her hair or let her head bang into doorways.
Wren got helped to her feet, and she leaned against Leandro, who started leading her away. The others started to get Kasper situated, and people headed off in their respective directions, in the hopes of getting everything taken care of as well as possible for such a crazy situation.