Spencer Hastings thinks you need a babysitter (worry) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-02 10:45:00
Who: Spencer Hastings, Carla Rinaldi and Damon Salvatore used with permission, the liars used without permission (ilu?) and later Toby and maybe Emily later later? IDK anything could happen What: RAAAAAAAAAAAGE MOTHERFUCKERS When: Saturday morning Where: The prison to start and then elsewhere Warnings: Violence
Hanna had come in and out of Spencer's cell all night on a stakeout at the infirmary. She pretended she wasn't feeling well and milking it enough to stay down there for most of the night. Hanna was nothing if not a good actress. Actually they had all perfected the art of lying and what was the real difference between lying and acting anyway? Sometimes Spencer used to feel like she was living two different lives. With A out of the picture that had changed somewhat but old habits were easy to fall into.
Aria was so busy between her two slave driving new slayer friends that Spencer hardly saw her at all these days. But she used the opportunity to check in with Aria and catch up on what was going on. Spencer couldn't hide her fear although she was doing a much better job than she had early on Friday. Having an axe thrown at her head was an experience she never wanted to repeat and she repeated the entire incident, every terrifying detail to her two eager friends.
Aria had been asking a lot of questions and Spencer didn't mean to but she snapped at her. She was just feeling really aggravated and she could only blame the stress of worrying about Emily (and her own head) and spending the majority of the day over with the vampire whores over at Katherine's.
"Sorry," she had said to Aria. "I just have a headache. I need some caffeine."
Spencer was an addict like any other addict and needed her coffee fix at least five times a day, usually more. Her caffeine consumption had only increased after leaving Rosewood when she found she had to be alert at all times in order to survive. That made the days during those coffee dry spells miserable for Spencer when she had been on the road. She was in good company in the prison, there was always coffee there. Even if it wasn't the good stuff anything would do and so Spencer went about her usual ritual of over caffeinating, scheming and researching.
Eventually she had fallen asleep at the end of Hanna's bunk, a book opened across her chest. Aria was snoozing away on Kennedy's bunk. She wasn't sure where Kennedy was, maybe with her girlfriend she guessed. It was too bad because one slayer wouldn't stop Spencer but maybe two, and one with more experience to boot, could have.
With a scowl on her face she shuffled down to the cafeteria and grabbed three cups of coffee. She checked the network on her way for any news about Emily but there was nothing. Couldn't Toby have at least checked in with her? Like every hour on the hour so she wouldn't worry? Why was he always disappearing on her? Ugh. She stuffed her sidekick back into her pocket and walked into the cafeteria. Her eyes were blurry and tinged with pink as she made her way to the coffee machine and poured three hot cups.
Carla Rinaldi accidentally walked into her and hot coffee sloshed over Spencer's shirt. If looks could kill, Carla would be dead.
"Sorry. Didn't see you," she said and then headed to the coffee machine herself like it was no big deal.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Spencer snapped.
"I said I'm sorry. What else do you want?" Carla shrugged and walked out of the cafeteria with two cups of coffee.
Spencer glared at her for too long a moment before turning back to refill the empty cups. A few minutes later back in Hanna's cell, Spencer rooted through Hanna's stuff until she found a clean tshirt and pulled it on. Why was it so hot in here? It was November. Cranking up the heat now would just be a waste of their resources. Could that council figure anything out? Stupid council full of super powered dimwits. Spencer made a mental note to talk to them about that later. And why the hell wasn't anyone electing Sheldon or Connor Temple or Lydia or Claudia or Spencer fucking Hastings to the council instead of people who didn't have two braincells to rub together?
Her eyes were red as she stood over her two sleeping friends. Why were they sleeping? They all had work to do. Emily was insane and sick and they weren't doing anything. Just laying around like the world wasn't crumbling down around them.
"Wake up, bitches."
With that Spencer used both hands to pour hot coffee on both Aria and Hanna. The girls woke up with a start, confused and pissed. Oh, they were pissed? Spencer would show them what pissed looked like. Her adrenaline was pumping hormones through her body in a rush and she grabbed Hanna by her arms and jerked her up from the bed before tossing her into the wall.
"WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE INFIRMARY?" Spencer demanded. "Do I have to do everything myself?"
She turned to go only to see Aria standing in her way. "Look who's all big and brave suddenly." Spencer mocked her. "Let's just hope the personality doesn't come with the package. Because those slayers are bitches."
Spencer charged at Aria and was surprised at the stopping power behind that tiny person. But Spencer still was pumped full of chemicals that gave her a temporary strength she wouldn't have had otherwise. She growled as she shoved Aria into the door and then raced past her. She didn't need this prison, she didn't need any of them. She would go and fix Emily herself because she was a god damn under appreciated genius. At the gates she saw Damon Salvatore walking in and her red eyes narrowed. Damon wasn't the Salvatore brother that she had a problem with but he was his brother and that was good enough. Matt had hated Damon. Spencer hated him too.
She jumped on him with no warning and screamed something unintelligible while pounding her fists into his face. Once he was beaten to her satisfaction she raced through the gates screaming obscenities.