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Tweak says, "so you played me"

Rose Jean Frost (diamondclaws) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-18 23:53:00

Entry tags:

jonas joseph jane, plotty mcplot, rose frost

who. Rose Frost and Jonas Joseph Jane
what. A bit of torture to settle her into the past
when. Tonight
where. London

She walked down London back streets, hands in the pockets of an all black overcoat that seemed slightly out of place in this century. Rose had the walk of a model. There was a certain grace to her step and she held her head high even though her mind was clouded and she was confused.

This was the past. It wasn't a dream, nor a lapse into delirium. This was real. The sights and the sounds and the smells all combined into delicious potential. The past. Rose could do as she pleased here. Batwoman was afoot, but she was just one hero. The rest weren't alive or weren't aware of what Rose had become. Rose considered all the chaos she could create here, all the blood that could be shed with little consequence. It was enough to put a wicked little smirk on her face.

Rose knew she needed to figure things out. She needed to know when she was. She needed to know who was alive. She needed a plan. And she craved some fun. She wanted to hear someone scream.

So with hands in her pockets, she kept her eyes open for prey. "Come out, come out..." she sang in a whisper.

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diamondclaws
2008-01-19 06:02 am UTC (link)

Rose decided to straddle him. It was the easiest way to keep him in her grasp. It also added an extra layer of fucked up because she could grind against him when she pleased. Her right hand remained at his throat, the other had a vice grip on Jonas' shoulder. "We can do it here, then," she smirked at him.

It took a moment for her to realize she was bleeding. He must have hit her in the nose. She sniffled and felt her nose pop back into place. She made a face and scrunched up her nose. "What year is it, lovely one?"

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-19 06:03 am UTC (link)
	He turned his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look at her, even though the open wound on his cheek grated against the brick. He didn't care. "2007," he said dully, staring off into space. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	diamondclaws 2008-01-19 06:07 am UTC (link)
	Rose leaned in close, nuzzling against the uninjured cheek. "Are you telling the truth, lovely?" She squeezed his shoulder, hard, gripping onto and tearing flesh. "You mustn't lie to me. It's important." Rose knew that Jonas had to have been telling the truth, or close enough to it. But she enjoyed drawing this out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-19 06:09 am UTC (link)
	"...eight," he said, holding stock still despite the fact that her touch made him want to break away all over again. "2008." He shut his eyes again when she dug her claws into him, shuddering very slightly. God, this was so wrong. He had to cling to every shred of self-control he had not to enjoy this on some level. What was wrong with him? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

diamondclaws
2008-01-19 06:13 am UTC (link)

Her lips were pressed soft against his ear. The words were a whisper that Jonas probably had to strain to hear. "Lie to me again and I will cut you to shreds." It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.

So Rose knew when she was now. Good. That was the most important thing. Everything else could be found out on her own. But there was one question that she needed to ask. "Tell me, is Emma Frost alive?"

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-19 06:14 am UTC (link)
	Her threats fell on deaf ears. He'd decided that the best idea would be just to lock everything up--the pain, the fear--until this was over. He went a little more limp, letting her do what she liked with him. His eyes were dim. "I don't know her," he said, honestly so. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	diamondclaws 2008-01-19 06:16 am UTC (link)
	He wasn't lying. Rose could smell a lie. But she was feeling stubborn. The hand that was on his shoulder snaked down to his hand. Her fingers wrapped around his pinky. "Is Emma Frost alive?" She pulled hard. There was a snap. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-19 06:18 am UTC (link)
	His head jerked back a little, and he bit his lip. But he didn't look like he was in pain, not really. "I don't know her," he said again, his eyes hooded. "I've never met her." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

diamondclaws
2008-01-19 06:23 am UTC (link)

This was very quickly growing boring. Jonas didn't know. No matter how many fingers she broke, he would respond in the same way. Someone had played with him before. "Broken toys are never any fun to play with," she said, leaning in so that there was little space between them. Her claws were pressed so tight against his throat that if he struggled, she'd certainly cut him.

"You gave good chase. I think I'll let you live. Today." If she ever saw him again she'd kill him. But at the moment, Rose was feeling generous. In one very swift movement, she broke the middle finger of the same hand. Then, she brought her hand up and ran her index finger down his nose.

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-19 06:06 pm UTC (link)
	He didn't struggle, holding perfectly still despite her touch. He didn't flinch when she broke his finger. He shivered a little, and shut his eyes. "Thank you, he said softly. He waited for her to leave, or kill him, or hurt him again. He'd given up control at this point. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

diamondclaws
2008-01-20 01:51 am UTC (link)

At this point, she'd normally go in for the kill. But she didn't. He wasn't struggling. It wouldn't be any fun and she'd get herself all messy and bloody with no spare clothing around. Rose licked her lips and pressed a soft kiss to Jonas' cheek. "You're welcome." She smiled at him, let her claws wander down his chest so that she ripped his clothing and exposed his chest to the cold night air.

And then she was off of him, practically skipping off into the night.

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	jonasjustjokes 2008-01-20 03:54 am UTC (link)
	Jonas opened his eyes a fraction, watching her go. Then, when she was out of sight, he turned and started walking deliberately in the opposite direction. ...and found himself at home, thousands of miles away, in New York. He felt sick immediately, collapsing onto his couch. Sleep. He needed sleep. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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