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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

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!complete, day 10, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open, remy lebeau

Day 10: Pharmacy/Liquor Store - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Pharmacy/Liquor Store
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. Bottles of liquor rattled on shelves. Pills chuttered in the bottles of medication waiting to create prescriptions. Newspaper rustled on the front counter and then all fell quiet.

Then, as if giant feet had decided to play soccer within the store, some of the shelves of liquor and bottles of medicine rocked and fell. The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by the roar of one of the outer walls cracking in half and falling outward into the street. The roof split with the screeching of metal beams, rusted metal bars wrenching free and slicing downward into the shelves that were still upright. Anyone in their path would be knocked down and skewered before being buried beneath falling shelves of breaking liquor bottles or exploding containers of pills or possibly corrosive liquids.

As the rest of the roof came crashing down, anyone inside would be trapped in a near lethal cloud of alcohol and cleaning fluid as it pools on the floor of the store. Any pills that have exploded from the bottles will combine with the mess on the floor and also add to the dangerous concoction which will be as volatile a danger as a leaking gas main to anyone who is in this building.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 12:11 am UTC (link)

"No, there sure aren't. That's not to say that I didn't used to get scared, either. When my husband was around, I'd find myself cowering under his arm and peeking out at the gore. But I just...liked them a lot. I always wondered how I'd do in one. This place is the closest I've ever gotten. According to the rules of horror movies, though, I should already be dead. The people who have sex always die. Then again, I should probably be on the other team. And what's to say that I'm not? Mwahaha." She winked at him, though the effect was more that she was closing her eye.

She grinned at the weight comment. Oh, she could like him. They could be good friends. Anyone who got her to smile was rare, indeed, and anyone who got it to happen frequently and on account of intentional dark humor was legendary. Laura made those kind of jokes. She had a very odd sense of humor, and it made people uncomfortable. She was the kind of woman who had the organist at her wedding play the Scooby Doo theme instead of Here Comes the Bride. "I always was worried about my weight. You seem to have put everything into perspective for me. You can't get liposuction for this cheap and this painless. Most gals who have it all sucked out can't comfortably move for days. Me, I'm up and around after minutes. Thanks, Gambit. You're so inspirational."

"Beauty water. I like that. It'll be nice to have a properly attached right arm again. I decompose a lot faster when the weather is cool and there aren't any open wounds on my body. Plus, it'll be nice to breathe and bleed and feel for a while, even if it is only twelve hours. Though that first sip of the stuff is a bitch. It turns my insides into ice, it feels like. It's awful."

"I'm not acting anything, and you'd better not forget it. I'm honest and straightforward. I don't lie, because I don't have time for lies. They're such bull. I only keep truths and secrets. I am dead, and it isn't really possible for me to be those things anymore. I see the world more factually now, and I've lost a lot of my tact and optimism. Being a realist...has been enlightening. And being blunt has had interesting results."

"Uh oh. What are you thinking with a smile like that? Shadow used to get those smiles, and they were seldom good. Well, the wholesome, socially acceptable kind of good." Sex like this, Laura had discovered, was startlingly normal. She'd been kinky in life, and she was definitely more durable. Not having any blood, she was also much lighter. She was capable of feeling the sensation of a person's warmth on her, and that was incredibly erotic. In fact, she was starting to believe that it was actually better for her this way than it had been in life. It was definitely more intense, and it was interesting to not be clouded by pleasure, able to watch the other person's expressions and reactions more closely.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 12:32 am UTC (link)

"Oui," The Cajun agreed cheerfully, eyebrows waggling in a very suggestive way. "You like 'de perfec' woman. You come out of 'de be'room, you ask 'Do I look fat in 'dis?', 'de man say 'Yes', so you go back into 'de bat'room, you take out uh chunk o'flesh, an' you come back out. You coul' make your ass smaller, too." He turned some to look behind her, inspecting her rump. "Ain' bad." Because it was covered with cloth, for the most part. "An' I try to be inspira'ional, you gotta have somet'in' to look forwar' to, non? Jus' t'ink of me as your shoul'er angel." Angel was a gross overstatement of the Cajun, for sure.

"An' you ain' 'de only one missin' limbs, Chere. One guy, E'war', missin' his leg. Ain' bleedin', like you. But he got wires, an' me'al, ain' decomposin'. Jus'.. ain' real, I don' t'ink. Look like someone made him." Still, he was curious, and was gesturing that they begin walking again. "So, when you drink 'de beau'y wa'er, your arm an' your chunk gon' grow back? An' wha' 'bou' your eye? 'Dat con' grow back? Go' go back to norm'l?" He had so many questions, but was sure that she wouldn't be able to answer them all. She couldn't know everything there was to know about what happened with her.. but then again. Maybe she could. "An' wha' kin'a wa'er is 'dat? 'Cause if it make you youn' an' beau'iful 'gain, I wan' some of 'dat. Gon' keep it for when 'de girls t'ink I'm gettin' too ol'." An easy quip that came with a wink in return. The two of them really were being awful, weren't they? But at least they could take it as well as dish it.

"An' ain' not'in' wron' bein' blunt. I like 'dat 'bou' you, Chere. You ain' tryin' to sugar coa', ain' tryin' to hide. You jus' comin' out wit' it. It's nice." Very, very nice. He enjoyed blunt, just as he enjoyed giving blunt.

"Oh, 'dis grin?" He pointed at his face and laughed again. "Jus' won'erin' wha' sex wit' you woul' be like. Worried I'd break an' arm or a leg off. Maybe 'dat you'd squish? 'Dat I play wit' your breas', magnificen' as 'dey mus' have been when you wasn' all.. not-zombie.. worrie' 'day I migh' break 'em off. An' 'dey 'de bes' par' of a lady." Gambit, certainly, was a breast man. Very much so. "An' I'm t'inkin', if I tie you up, you jus' take an arm off an' get free, an' where's 'de fun in 'dat? You gon' have to drink some of 'dat wa'er, 'fore I'd have sex wit' you, Chere. I'd break you." And that.. had been what he was thinking. She'd asked for it, and she'd gotten it. Poor Laura. She would learn quickly that she'd get pretty candid answers from the Cajun.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 08:14 pm UTC (link)

"Hey, get your eyes off of the merchandise. I'm going to have to find some way to make money when I get out of this place, and I'm thinking that becoming a stripper in a fetish club is looking like the only viable option since every other employer thinks I'm terminally ill. If I let you look at it for free, it sets an unfair precedent, and that isn't something I want to deal with down the road. Gotta support L somehow. He was raised rich, and whether he's my boyfriend or more like my adopted kid, money has to come from somewhere." She smirked, listening to him prattle on. His voice, that twang, was like listening to music. At first she'd thought it was going to be annoying, and she had to concentrate on it at times, but it was getting easier to understand what he was saying. "A shoulder angel, though, I could be in the market for. I think that mine gave up and went on strike or quit completely given the circumstances of my death. I think, after that, the poor little bugger had just had it. Tossed up his arms and said 'Laura Moon, I wash my hands of you!' and off he went into the sunset. That'd explain how things got to where they are."

She didn't know what to do with her free flailing arm. Having it in her pocket for too long seemed unnatural. She went to cross her arms over her chest, but there was nothing to cross. She couldn't even put it behind her head. Lacking any solution, she let it hang, her hand swinging on the breeze as they walked. It was interesting to her to hear about Edward, to know that he was some kind of robot, but it also made her feel more alone. Everyone thought he was a dear. Everyone thought she was just...eerie and aloof. And apparently Logan felt the need to tell people when they guessed correctly about her being dead. She was still feeling a little bit bitter about that. Ianto did not need to know that she was deceased; he knew that, and he hadn't even met her yet. Damn him, he was really killing her chances at a social undeath.

For someone who did not know very much in life, Laura knew an awful lot about death and about undeath and about everything in between. She'd become somewhat of an expert, an occultist, whatever title seemed viable. Following a few paces behind him, ready to take any attacks from anything that was sneaking up on them from behind, she thought for a moment. "My arm will grow back," she said, "and so will the chunk of flesh missing from my side. My eye will be completely restored. I will be better than normal, in fact, because Norn water doesn't just heal wounds, it reverses time. None of these wounds, if we found it, would ever have happened to my body. For me, it cannot reverse time enough to make me live. But it can bring me to the point of death's door, those last few moments when you're alive but not really. That's why I'll be able to breathe. I'll feel warm. I'll bleed. But time always moves forward around you, so the effects that are that drastic will eventually fade away. They only last for about a day. The Norn water brings you back to the point of birth, they say. It just takes me back to the point at which I was born into this particular existence." She smirked at the back of his head. "You know, if you drank it, I think you'd be able to get a lot of women, and they'd all be beautiful, and older, and voluptuous. They'd think you were just adorable. They'd also be feeding you pureed carrots and changing your diapers. But you'd have preschool to look forward to, and you'd get to see an awful lot of breasts."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 08:14 pm UTC (link)

If she weren't so bland about everything, if she'd been alive, she probably would have giggled, given him a shove, told him something witty about being bad and not looking at what didn't belong to him. "I'm not made of glass," she said instead, "I'm made of flesh and bone, just like anybody else. In fact, corpses are pretty durable. And I don't squish. I haven't been dead that long. It's only been ten days since I last drank Norn water. Even if it was ninety out every day, I wouldn't be decomposed that badly yet. I'll stay firm for about four weeks if it's hot and muggy; if we've got a winter chill, my decomp all but stops. I really miss the snow and those subzero days." Tossing her hair, she reached her hand up, sliding her fingers along her scalp. Oh, why hadn't they met sooner? Like, when she was alive? He was wild, and he was unashamed, and he was everything that she'd run with in her younger days. Laura always had a weak spot for the bad boy with a secret golden speck on his heart. And he was thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her. It wasn't fair. She knew it wasn't fair, but she had to remind herself, once more, of just how unfair the universe was. "Fuck my life," she grumbled.

Why was she doing this? Why couldn't she resist flirting with people when they initiated it? Still, even though she was dead, she was a sucker for the mating game. There was something about the thrill of the chase, the swordplay aspect of the dagger-like words. L would not be pleased with her and neither would Shadow. She was married, and she had a boyfriend. She'd had an affair, and she knew how that had ended (messily, in a very literal sense). But men were her vice, and old habits died hard. She closed her eye, thinking hard about L.

"Shouldn't talk like that, though. I've got too much responsibility around here to be thinking about what it'd be like to have sex with you, and even I know my limits. I've already corrupted one living person by doing the horizontal tango with him. I don't need to induct you into my wicked unlife like that. Besides, you're good looking. I'm sure you've said similar things to every girl around the place. I've never been a notch on anyone's bedpost; I've always done the choosing. So thank you, but we're both better off just...not going there." Laura was a breast girl, too. They were her favorite asset. Fuck my life, she thought once again. Her teeth clenched. "I want a clove," she said, knowing that there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she was getting one now.

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