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Nathan (iamnotyourwhore) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-08-20 21:41:00

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nathan young

WHO: Nathan and OPEN.
WHAT: He's not a vampire or a zombie. He just got buried alive.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas.
RATING: PG-13. Nathan has a potty mouth.

Of all the fucking luck in the world! Weeks wasted away on discovering what his power was, only to have the damned thing turn up on him right after he got killed. Why hadn't he thought of immortality? Oh, right. Because Nathan wasn't all that interested in stabbing himself up to see if maybe he'd survive. Growling in frustration, Nathan flopped his head back against the uncomfortable pillow that they'd thrown in his coffin (which - really? Really? One would think that if they were going to bury a bastard underground for all of eternity, that they'd at least have the decency to bury him comfortably) and squinted down at his iPod. The battery would be dead soon. Whoever had thought to stick this in his grave with him had been a saint, but it would do nothing for him when the light ran out and the device went completely dead. Nathan shifted uncomfortably in his coffin, knee banging against the upper half as he moved. Immortality. Unfuckingbelievable. Now what was he supposed to do? Stay down here for all of time? Ponder away the meaning of life until someone decided to move his coffin or check up on their old pal, Nathan? Fuck. He was screwed.

Nathan shook his iPod in annoyance. The light flashed at him in response. Arching a dark brow upward, Nathan shook it again. Once more, the light flashed. Rather than fading away as it had done before, however, the light began to grow brighter and brighter. It expanded in such a way that Nathan had to actually shield his eyes with a hand, as it had gotten bright to the point where he couldn't even properly look at it straight on anymore. The entire coffin was blasted in white, then the next moment that light faded completely.

"What," Nathan stated flatly, "in the fucking hell was -"

He opened his eyes. There wasn't a dark barrier propped in front of him. Not entirely, anyway. Instead, there was a dark barrier with a big hole punched in the center of it, trailing both light and dirt into the coffin that Nathan had been restlessly tucked away in before. Was someone trying to dig him up?! Did they know he wasn't dead? "Hey! Hey! I'm alive!" Nothing. No sound. Just the hole. Grumbling under his breath, Nathan squirmed around in his coffin and shoved his weight up against the door. It didn't budge. He tried to stick his hand up through the hole instead, fingers grazing dirt, grass, and then...nothing. Air. He had to dig himself out, didn't he? Oh, this was beautiful. It really was a heart-wrenching moment of glory, wasn't it? He hated everyone. Everyone.

Using his weight, Nathan shoved up against the door again. He grabbed at the edges of the broken door and tore and pushed, breaking his way through the coffin and to the surface of the ground. Surprisingly, the surface hadn't been that far away at all. It was like someone had yanked his coffin several feet up, leaving Nathan less than an arms length from the surface. The act of digging himself up was painful and annoying, but eventually Nathan found himself crawling through the broken bits of wood and up through the dirt. Another funny thing, he found, was that there was no light on the surface. It was completely dark, like nothing had been there at all. No one had come for him. They had still buried him alive. And now freakishly weird things were happening and he was hurting and very, very annoyed.

"I hate you all!"

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brattyslayer
2010-08-21 03:23 am UTC (link)

Given that it wasn't too long ago that Kennedy had been in Central Park tracking down a vampire, it wasn't initially a shock to her that she was in a grassy area. In fact she didn't notice as she ran, not for a few seconds at least. She just ran, stake in hand, mind focused on getting to where she'd been informed by one of her cell that there were a number of shallow graves, containing a number of vampires. More of a number than the newly minted Slayer felt comfortable with taking on her own. And Kennedy had felt like a work out. And lost in Rock Paper Scissors to Vi. It wasn't her fault she liked Rock. Usually it made her win. Maybe she was predictable? Nah, she finally decided. It couldn't be that. She was way too awesome to be predictable.

Usually. Stupid Vi.

She paused finally, looking around and strangely, it was the temprature change that caught her attention finally. Then the scenery. Which wasn't Central Park. No. ...she wasn't in Kansas anymore. "The hell?" she muttered, twirling, stake in her hand. "I knew I shouldn't have watched the Wizard of Oz at 3am" ...While drunk, but that part would stay in her head. The Lollipop Guild had been confusing and wrong and she'd sort of wanted to stake them. And steal their Lollipops. It was at that moment of course, deep in plans for Lollipop theft that she heard the voice. I hate you all Bit of a strange pronouncement. But looking around, shallow grave. Clay covered. It was enough for her. "...Don't worry" she told him, slowing to a halt and moving in to confront the vamp. "You won't be round long enough to do anything about it" she said quickly, swinging her arm out as she moved and impaling her stake right into the heart of the...

He wasn't dusting. No no no no. This didn't happen. He'd crawled out of the ground</>

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-08-21 04:00 am UTC (link)

The ground shifted from surrounding him to being below his very feet. Nathan stretched in delight, arms rising into the air and head shaking wildly to sweep away the dirt that had gotten into his hair. Not that it would do much for Nathan's appearance. His fists were bloody from all that coffin smashing and he looked like he had just spent the past who even knew how long rolling around in the mud. Who knew crawling through dirt could be so messy? "Freedom!" Nathan drew in a deep, long breath. Air. There was air in his lungs! He was alive, he was no longer buried, and he was free. Throwing his head back, Nathan stretched his arms out at his sides and bellowed: "I'M THE KING OF THE WOOOOOOORRRRR -"

And then he was staked through the chest by a random woman.

The whole immortality thing might have had it's perks, but it certainly did nothing for the pain. Eyes going wide, Nathan grabbed at the chunk of wood sticking out his heart and tumbled to his knees. No, no, no. It hurt. "Oh, fuck me." Nathan clutched at the stake with shaking hands, blood already spurting from the hole in his chest that the woman had created. He had a hole in his chest. From a sharp piece of wood. Again. Gasping, Nathan toppled over and fell to the ground. Dead. Once more with the again. He really, really did hate everyone. And at the moment? This woman, whoever she was, happened to be at the very top of his list.

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brattyslayer
2010-08-25 02:29 am UTC (link)

Who called himself King of the World anyway?! Kennedy had stabbed the guy without thinking. Without hesitating. It was instinct. Slayer logic. He had crawled out of a grave. He had actually been in the ground which even if it wasn't vampire meant demon or somthing. And no self respecting good demon crawled out of a shallow grave declaring themselves King of the World. Maybe it was a vamp and she'd just missed the heart...

Why was she doubting herself? She never missed the heart.

Kennedy dropped to the ground beside the guy as he fell down to the ground. He definitely looked hurt, maybe dead. But that didn't make any sense if he was already dead. What else could he be? A creature that died, a creature that never would. A boy who would happilly declare himself King of the World? It was all a little too crazy even for Kennedy. But being transfered from New York, to whereever the hell she was, it wasn't exactly the easiest of transitions. "...Wake up..." she called, worry seeping into her voice. He had to be more than mortal, he just had to be. Kennedy didn't make these kinds of mistakes. "You're not dead, you can't be. You just don't have a pulse right now, but maybe you just don't have one, and thats...well, no its not okay if you don't have one. But we can figure that out if it happens. Which it won't, cause you'll be fine. You'll be fine"

Kennedy wasn't honestly sure who she was trying to convince as she spoke, laying her hand across the wound itself. Maybe if she stopped the bleeding, but did she remove the stake or not. Either way had its merits, to keep him alive.

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-09-02 12:41 am UTC (link)

No matter how much Kennedy might have insisted otherwise, Nathan was very much dead. Being staked in the heart wasn't the type of thing one simply got up and walked away from. Nathan was dead. Again. Darkness took him over; he was gone. Some time may well have passed - Nathan couldn't exactly say for sure - but he eventually found himself sitting upright in the dark, that hole that Kennedy had punctured into his chest no longer existent. It had healed. Kennedy might not have been aware of the fact, but Nathan sure was. There was no more pain. Just this disgusting feeling in his chest, like something very, very uncomfortable had just happened. Breath coming out in deep waves, Nathan scrambled to his feet and took several insistent steps away from the madwoman who had just killed him. There was absolutely no way that he planned on staying anywhere near her after that. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Dirt and blood covered alike, Nathan reared an arm out and pointed at her angrily. "You killed me! YOU KILLED ME!"

Not that he was dead anymore. Thankfully. His new power might have been a real bitch, but it certainly was turning out to have his uses. Still, if the electric storm had decided to give him a fucking power, why couldn't it have been less painful? Falling onto that fence in itself had been bad enough. Being staked by a freak in the middle of a graveyard? That was just downright embarrassing. It was a good thing that she was the only person that Nathan could see right now. It was probably also a good thing - for Kennedy, at least - that Nathan was downright awful at fighting. For now, the most that Nathan could do was verbally abuse her. It would have to do. It wasn't like he could call the cops or anything, was it? He was legally dead. If he'd been buried and all, that was. People were probably off mourning him and - oh, who was he even kidding? No one cared. Fucking wankers.

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brattyslayer
2010-09-02 11:54 am UTC (link)

Kennedy was more than a little confused. The guy had gotten back up. Not dusted, not stayed down. He'd gotten back up covered in blood and graveyard dust and screaming bloody murder at her cause she'd apparently killed him. She'd really only killed him a little bit. And he'd gotten back up. That was definitely something to note. He was awake again, ranting and raving. Was he immortal? Was that it? If so then what had he been doing in a grave? Who just lay in a grave like that? Had he been buried alive and had she just stabbed him again? Was he good or evil?. Immortals were confusing and irritating to say the least. "YOU WERE CRAWLING OUT OF A GRAVE!!" she said by way of answer to his ranting. In her defence, who actually crawled out of graves that wasn't immortal, or a vampire. Or Buffy, from what she'd been told.

Still she had to focus on figuring this out, more about where they were than anything else. "Look...stabbing in the chest aside. Where were you before here? Do you remember anything about it cause I was in Central Park not too long ago." It was all a little too confusing even for the Slayer. Winding up somewhere like this was not normal, even by her standards.

"We can figure out where to go from here. But you have to stop complaining about the stake now that you're alright?"

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-09-03 10:28 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, so it's a crime now to crawl out of graves, is it?" Nathan was being a bit irrational here, but hey. People in general didn't exactly take to being killed too well. Immortal or not, that fucking hurt. "A man can't crawl out of his grave without being attacked nowadays? What is this world coming to?" Ha. Like he had ever crawled out of a grave before now. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself! I'm an innocent man and you killed me!" Nathan glared at her pointedly, then he looked down at his clothes. They were blood and dirt stained; there was no way he was going to be able to walk about town looking like this. Not without drawing in any unwanted attention. Also, yeah, he was supposed to be dead. People wouldn't take to that too well either.

Arms folding across his chest in a stubborn sort of way, Nathan kept his glare fully intact as Kennedy proceeded to question him. "Ah, now I get it. Violence tendencies, memory loss - you're on something, aren't you? What is it? Are you drunk?" Nathan sniffed at the air a little. Nope, he didn't smell any alcohol. "You've been shooting it up, then, eh? I ought to turn you in to the authorities for being a murdering, drug addicted psychopath." Nathan twisted around and lifted his arms into the air. "HEY! THIS WOMAN IS ON DRUGS AND SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! HEEEELP!" If one were to assume that Nathan was naturally loud, obnoxious, and a complete and total pain? They wouldn't be wrong. Even with the shock of death, post death, death again, and then another post death moment? He was still very much Nathan. He'd probably be able to bring down the biggest and baddest of people just through his ability to irritate alone. It was quite the gift.

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brattyslayer
2010-09-06 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Kennedy was almost tempted to punch him to shut him up. It was the simplest plan but it was moves like that that had made it easy for Harmony to turn the world against the Slayers. So there'd be no punching even if he really really on so many levels had it coming. He was irritating, abrasive and he really had just crawled out of the damn grave. It screamed evil kill it. At least to Kennedy it did. "Look, first of all, shut up?" she said, starting with her usual grace and decorum. "You're not doing any favours for either of us by acting like a moron. You're covered in blood and grave dirt and lets face it. That's not exactly going to endear you to..."

She trailed off as he ranted. Drugs, he thought that she was on Drugs? "Listen Immortal Boy. I am not above punching you, just so you know. So just calm down and we can talk like civilised people. Its not exactly a normal situation for any of us but I can promise you I am not on any kind of drugs alright? Not one." He wasn't stopping. He still wasn't freaking stopping and even worse he was waving his arms around like a moron. Kennedy acted on instinct and grabbed one of the flailing arms pulling it behind his back and applying just enough pressure to proove she wasn't exactly human either. "Calm. Down" she said simply. "Are you ready to talk like a grown up yet?"

If he could at least stop shouting, maybe they could figure something out. Work out where they were or what was going on.

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-09-07 01:07 am UTC (link)

She was attacking him again! Nathan wasn't sure if he was supposed to be offended or surprised by how absolutely insane the woman was. He was going to stick with offended for now. Then he was going to try and slip off; possibly, he was going to have to attack her in order to do so. But, christ, she was fucking strong. Must've lifted weights or something. The idea was kind of off-putting, since Nathan had never really been man-handled by a girl like this before. He struggled uselessly against her grip and winced. "Okay! Okay! Let go of me, you crazy bitch! You try crawling out of your grave, having a random woman attack you - see how well you take it!" It was, if anything, worthy of him being cranky. Nathan was definitely cranky. And if she didn't let him go soon...well, he was not above hitting a woman! Even if this one was really kind of strong. It'd help if he was actually good at fighting. Which he really was not.

"Not so much with the grown-up talk, but we'll see what I can do. Now really, get off me before I start crying rape!" Not that he'd mind being raped by this one. She was crazy, yet attractive. It'd be ten times better than having to fuck an old woman. Nathan inwardly winced at the memory. People really needed to put labels on what kind of powers that they had. They could wear them as nametags. What's that? You're actually an old woman who can de-age? Really? Well, I'll remember not to shag you!

Fucking electric storm.

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brattyslayer
2010-09-07 01:37 am UTC (link)

He was special, in oh so many different variations of the word. And Kennedy still really did want to punch him. Still. In his defence she supposed he was calming down a bit. And he was willing to talk sensibly. And she supposed she had stabbed him in the chest. It didn't lead to bonding and trust as a general rule. Though crying rape? "Not so much my type Irish" she said as she released her hold on him. "But if you act like an ass again I'm going to punch you. And it would hurt" she insisted before stepping back and folding her arms in what many called the irritated Slayer pose. Buffy claimed it as hers but Kennedy bet that Primal Slayer girl did it too. It was totally in their blood.

"Okay. Lets think about this. You were presumably in a grave in Ireland, probably bitching about the indignity of it all or something. I was running through Central Park in New York. This, looks like neither of them, which means something or someone brought us here. But what do a vampire Slayer and a tetchy immortal have in common and where are we? If we can figure that and a way home out we can go our seperate ways and you never have to see me again. Think of it!"

Before he left though, punching. It might look bad on TV but dammit it would feel good. "For the sake of being sensible and stuff. My names Kennedy O'Sullivan. So now I'm not just the random woman that stabbed you with a stake. And you are? Or do I call you Obnoxious Irishman forever? Cause I could get on board with that if you choose not to have a name"

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-09-07 02:27 am UTC (link)

Nathan gladly twisted out of her grip. For the first time since he'd clawed his way to the surface, Nathan began to notice that this looked nothing like the cemetery from back home. They could have always moved him somewhere else, but his family didn't have the money to transfer Nathan anywhere fancier than the one close to his home. It would have been pointless to movie him. Besides...Nathan turned around, eyes seeking out his grave. There was a hole in the ground, but there was certainly no headstone marking his resting place. Now his parents weren't that fucking cheap. "Well, in case you haven't noticed, we're in a graveyard," Nathan declared. The purpose of the declaration was to annoy. He did that. "You were the one walking 'round up here! You tell me where we are, genius." Nathan folded his arms over his chest. Blood and dirt. Really not a good look for him.

The part where he didn't ever have to see her again seemed appealing, at least. Nathan wouldn't admit that though. "Aw, but you and I are becoming such good friends! I wouldn't want to lose you so soon now that you're finally becoming such an important part of my life!" He considered dropping down onto his knees, grabbing her by the legs, and giving them a big old hug. But given Kennedy's obvious violent nature...

"Nathan. Call me Nathan." Nathan shrugged. "Or Big Daddy. I'm okay with that too."

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brattyslayer
2010-09-07 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Kennedy hadn't been in a graveyard today, she'd been in Central Park, what part of that was he not getting? And she was supposed to mysteriously just pull out her ass where they were and what to do about it? It wasn't exactly an everyday thing even for the Slayer to wind up somewhere like this. It was confusing and it was mixed up and more than anything she wanted to just punch the guy so something made sense. "Yes, Graveyard, well done. Now graveyards tend to have a sign out front, or an attached church that'll have a name which might give us a clue as to where we are. So how about you and me call truce, walk around a bit and try to figure out where we are. After that we can work out how to get home. Its simple, its direct, its to the point."

And if he didn't agree she was walking away and leaving him to his own devices. But hopefully he'd see the sensible plan. Because it wasn't in her to just leave someone, even someone as ridiculously pain in the ass as him. Stupid calling.

"Nathan" she repeated, ignoring the idea of the other name and the sarcasm or at least answering with a roll of her eyes. He was actually more sarcastic than her and she wasn't sure that was possible. But beyond the sarcasm she figured, or at least she hoped he wasn't stupid. "How about it, work together, figure this crazy out and then never cross paths again. Ever. It'd be awesome huh?"

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iamnotyourwhore
2010-09-08 10:02 am UTC (link)

She didn't have to tell him anything. Nathan could tell; Kennedy thought that he was a big old pain in the ass. It didn't bother him. Nathan was actually very much used to being a pain in the ass to just about everyone. It was in the natural order of things, really. And, funnily enough, making the madwoman angry sort of helped calm Nathan. While he was still inwardly panicking a little (hey, death followed by another death wasn't fun for anyone), Nathan felt that he was actually handling the situation a little better than most people in his shoes probably would have. Feeling a bit smug at that, Nathan folded his arms over his chest and eyed Kennedy curiously. "I'm in. But only if you agree to give me any and all pointy objects that you have on your person. After what you did to me, I only think it's fair." Did she have another stake? Nathan kinda wanted a stake. He'd never owned one before. Clearly, the remedy for that terrible tragedy was to steal Kennedy's. "After that, I will happily sign the dotted line on this whole truce thingy." Maybe. He'd pretend he signed it. Then he'd take it back if she got on his nerves. Nathan wasn't an honest man. He didn't owe this woman anything. She'd killed him!

The situation in itself was very strange. They were both obviously in a very confusing position. If it weren't for that, Nathan probably would have turned on his heel and walked off to take to his own thing. But right now? He was in the middle of a fucking boneyard. It was night time in said boneyard. Nathan also didn't recognize the one that they were currently stranded within. So, yeah, he was going to attempt this whole 'cooperation' thing. It probably wouldn't take, but whatever. At least he could say that he tried.

"Oh!" Nathan stumbled. "Ow. Ow." He was faking it. Very much faking it. "I'm still in pain! Oh, my heart. My poor heart!" At that, Nathan toppled backward and into the grass. "I think...I think you're going to have to carry me, Kennedy O' Sullivan. You've broken me. I am broken. Now give me your pointy objects and carry me away!"

Okay, another lie. He wanted to be a pain. A cooperative pain.

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