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Tweak says, "my FOOT"

solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-24 07:31:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 16, derek zoolander, james t. kirk, merope gaunt

Who: Merope and OTA
Where: Outside the Clock Tower
What: Disposing of bloody baby dolls, she herself is soaked in blood from cleaning.
Why: They couldn't ALL stay there.
When: 1 o' clock.

Merope spent the morning and into the afternoon trying to get the babydolls out of her room. She had been sobbing and crying at first from how it had effected her, but having slowly desensitized from the entire situation as she was constantly covered in blood no matter how she had avoided it. The scent was overpowering, so strong that she had vomited a few times outside from lack of clean air.

She had thought to ask someone to help, but it wasn't their responsibility, it was hers.

The girl stopped and set down on the ground beside the pile, looking miserable and holding one of the babydolls in her hand. She could probably save one, couldn't she? Just one. Merope pulled the doll close, her arms wrapping tightly and clutching it to her frame. At this moment in silence, Merope was not in her right mind and wanted to believe the limp, bloodied doll was her child. How soft and limp it had been.

"I'm so sorry, so, so sorry." She said, rocking it lightly.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-25 09:51 am UTC (link)

Never mind the chair.

Jim decided he'd take some drastic measures with that abomination. Maybe he'd burn it or bury it or just fucking tear it up. It was in the course of his short time in the Enterprise that he'd grown to love the ship. That he'd grown to care deeply for his crew and the ship and the bridge and the immense force one felt when seated in the Captain's chair with the people who made everything possible beside them. He had never known a feeling so liberating, so strong and secure than he did sitting in that chair and to see it tarnished so.. scandalously. Well, it did not make for a happy camper.

Someone had desecrated a part of his ship and no part of that sentence loosened the twist in Jim's stomach. He couldn't stand being there much longer so he left in search of nothing in particular and that's when he stumbled upon the sight of a girl? The person looked so small that he couldn't help assuming it was just a girl and she was covered in red. Jim didn't know what to make of that. Was it blood? Her blood?

He walked closer, hurriedly, seeing her hunched over as though she was crying. Or maybe in pain?

Jim heard someone's voice carry from his left and he turned his head to see a ridiculously dressed man-thing. Jim made a baffled face and turned back to the girl, now significantly closer and noticed the bloodied doll in her hands. She was rocking back and forth like she had lost her mind. "Hey.. are you alright?" he asked, unsure as to what was going on.

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heartache
2009-07-25 10:06 am UTC (link)

Honestly, she shouldn't have touched the dolls, she should have left them alone. She could have asked Rorschach, L or anyone to do it for her, but that would require her to ask for help. However, during her sobbing and gentle rocking, she was yelled at and she raised her now teary eyes towards Derek.

Even his ridiculous clothing couldn't pull her away, she didn't want to release the one babydoll that she had in her arms. It was fake, it didn't matter but she wanted it and nobody would steal it from her.

Merope raised her eyes to Jim, she didn't know what to say or what to do. "I want my baby..."

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-26 08:12 am UTC (link)

The smell was getting to him.

In retrospect, he didn't know how he missed it, but being so close to her now made the iron smell of blood almost sickening. He wrinkled his nose and his icy blue eyes traced her person and widened imperceptibly at the sheer amount of blood on her. It couldn't all be hers, she would've died or at the very least passed out from blood loss.

Jim made eye-contact at her words, nodding dumbly. What was he supposed to say to that? She looked pale and sickly. Maybe she wasn't in her right mind? He swallowed out of habit, unsure about his course of action, ".. maybe we should get you cleaned up," he said, decisively but made no further move. He didn't know if.. well, to put it bluntly, if she was safe.

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heartache
2009-07-26 08:25 am UTC (link)

There was massive amount of blood on her and while she only had a few cuts and scraps from injuring herself by overworking herself, she should not have nearly this much. She pursed her lips, her eyes of blue and green met his and she crawled a little closer to Jim. Funny enough, of all the characters available, she had been the least dangerous.

Moving closer, her sad expression stayed on her face, she would have preferred Rorschach to come and pull her away, but she wouldn't move. The girl nodded gently, holding onto the limp, bloodied baby doll with the limp body in her arms.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-26 08:49 am UTC (link)

At least she was cooperating, he noted, extending an arm to touch her shoulder. Immediately he felt the thick liquid seeping from her clothes and he tried not to grimace, succeeding for the most part. God, there was just so much of it.. Jim helped her stand up, a hand still on her shoulder offering some kind of psychological support through touch. He was sure there was something deeper going on if the look on her face was anything to go by.

Jim eyed the doll, bloodied. He wondered for a moment what she was doing with something so ghastly. "Where is your baby?" he asked, keeping his tone even, his eyes darting to the object in her arms.

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heartache
2009-07-26 09:01 am UTC (link)

When he touched her shoulder, she winced and easily stood up, holding onto the doll like a child would. She would not be able to withstand leaving it, not now. "...I..I don't know..I don't know....but I want my baby..." She couldn't help herself, her face was full of tears for who knew how long. Her stomach was sick from the smell and she just wanted to be comforted or consoled some how. It didn't seem like she was going to get it any time soon.

She moved and allowed him to lead her.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-26 09:19 am UTC (link)

Why didn't she leave it behind? Jim had to swallow back the wave of nausea every time he looked at it. It bore an uncanny resemblance to a real baby, and while it was a doll, a lot of dolls didn't look so realistic. "It's okay.. we'll find your baby," he didn't even know what the hell he was saying anymore; as long as she stopped crying. Her sobs were persistent and like any other sensible man, he hated seeing a girl cry.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and fought with himself for a second. "There's showers in the gym, right?" he asked, even though he didn't expect an answer from her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lead her in the gym's general direction, blood dripping along the road.

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heartache
2009-07-26 09:29 am UTC (link)

Each doll had been a simple cut to her, she had gone slightly mad from what she had done by herself. Merope was not a strong person, she was not equipped to handle this and now she knew it. She took a light breath and leaned into Kirk as much as she could, the girl was lithe and as thin as a rail, she didn't seem like she ate much if at all.

"I want Rorschach...." She might not have been pretty or beautiful, but she was rather innocent. Then question was answered with a briefly nod,"..I-Is he coming?" She frowned, looking towards the silly male.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-26 09:39 am UTC (link)

Jim looked back at the other guy before shrugging. "I'm not sure. I think he was calling out to you. Do you know him?" he asked, as they continued walking at a slow pace to accommodate her. He felt her lean into him only slightly, her frame so small he was sure she could be blown away by the wind. How did she survive so long here?

Was Rorschach her baby? "We'll find Rorschach after we get this blood off you," his tone was strong and convincing. Maybe new clothes would be in order. Blood wasn't the easiest thing to clean.

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	heartache 2009-07-26 11:06 am UTC (link)
	Merope shook her head a little, she was so ridiculously over emotional that her body felt too heavy and her frame buckled. If, and only if, Kirk did not catch her, she would have fallen onto the ground and likely hurt her. Although, she did make a point to not allow the doll to be injured in any way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eugoogoolizer
2009-07-28 08:14 pm UTC (link)

Derek had watched the scene before him with a characteristically puzzled expression on his face. He wanted his baby, too... only her name was Matilda and she was a hot girl with gorgeous hair and long legs. She shopped at JC Penny's, but he'd fix that. Derek could always fix fashion. Looking at this girl, he knew that she could probably use his help, too.

The guy who had run in, all look-at-me-I'm-the-hero type, was now trying to comfort her. Derek made a face, staring at the blood all over the baby doll. Whoever had done that must have been seriously psycho. "You... guy!" he said, waving, trying to get the man's attention. "Is Morose OK?"

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-28 09:56 pm UTC (link)

"Shit, it's alright," he cursed, his hold tightening around her shoulder and his other arm sweeping under to catch her around the stomach. He tried his best to right her form without jostling her too much, unaware as he was if she had any real injuries. He made a last second decision and picked her up, carrying her bridal style with that doll still in her hands. God that thing was fucking weird, he thought for the hundredth time.

Jim turned his head at the other man and tried to disguise his complete perplexity, only succeeding slightly. Morose must be the girl, he figured, "No, I don't think so. My name is Jim, by the way." Insert annoyed grimace.

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	heartache 2009-07-30 04:59 am UTC (link)
	Merope's frail form had nearly fallen but there was a quick, sudden lift of her body. She had to be, what, like eight pounds or so? Now that she was taken care of, to a point, she didn't bother with thinking anymore and just held onto the small doll in her arms. Her frame relaxed uncharacteristically with his frame,"...I want my baby..." She frowned. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eugoogoolizer
2009-07-30 05:35 am UTC (link)

Derek pursed his lips pensively. Even when he thought about incredibly simple things, it always looked like he was breaking his brain. That is, if it wasn't already completely broken. "Hi, Jim," he said, hovering nearby, flinching slightly as Merope seemed to faint. She sure was skinny... could she really have had a baby? No... obviously, she thought that the doll was her baby.

"It's OK. Your baby's right here," Derek said, trying and failing to wink at Jim. So he just blinked. "You know... your baby..."

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illdoitinthree
2009-08-07 12:41 pm UTC (link)

Jim must have looked completely ridiculous with the look he was directing the other guy. "Excuse me?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as soon as the words left his mouth. Weirdo over there was giving him what Jim guessed was a pointed look. He wasn't referring to Jim as her "baby", was he??

Oh, who the hell knew what that guy was talking about.

Kirk looked back to Merope and hoped he was headed in the right direction.

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heartache
2009-08-09 10:30 am UTC (link)

Merope was nearly unresponsive, her arms clutched the babydoll and she refused to release it. She had wanted her own child so badly that when she finally finished with her heaving, bloody mess all she could think about was how she had missed her son. Having the doll, so realistic in weight and size to her had been very tolling on her.

"...Mister..." She looked at Derek, cuddling the doll a bit more.

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