Dimitri Belikov (dusterofdeath) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-15 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !the rage virus, adrian ivashkov, connor, dimitri belikov |
Who: Dimitri, Adrian, and Connor (Sookie, John, Allison, Tyler, Alcide, Rose, Shannon, and Christian all used with permission)
What: Dimitri's control goes boom
When: Saturday morning during breakfast
Where: The prison and then the wilderness
Warnings: BOOM!
It was late and the sun was setting a lot earlier now as the winter months were fast approaching. As much as Dimitri sometimes missed the cold, he knew everyone wasn't prepared for it as he had been all his life. The snow storm earlier this year proved that anyone could be caught in a bad situation easily and very quickly. The odds said that they wouldn't see that sort of snow fall a second year in a row, but he wasn't counting on the season to take it easy on them either. So, he was doing his best to make the necessary repairs to the fence as he saw them. Patching up the weak areas so they wouldn't be caught unaware when it was too late. Even before he ever was first elected to the council, Dimitri took the time to patrol the prison's first line of defense multiple times during the day. The habit went back to his guardian training and being sure that the wards were safely in place. It went back to the horrific day when the wards of the school were broken and St. Vladimirs' was attacked by Strigoi.
When they'd first come into town the Ewing boys had exchanged their services for sparring lessons. Not just fighting, but calculated fighting against demons. Knowing how to kill a foe paired with being able to predict how certain ones would move and fight. Dimitri wasn't a stranger to repair work, but their assistance and tips here and there went a long way in helping him know more about what he was doing. He was working on an area that for some reason seemed to be particularly difficult for him as the sun was setting and he was having trouble seeing exactly what he was doing. A nail here, a patch there. Growing frustrated, he banged the hammer against the fence and accidentally did so too hard because the hammer went straight through the fence.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Dimitri took a step back and looked at the damage he'd made. It was worse than when he'd first spotted the imperfection. Spewing off a string of Russian curses, he nearly walked away and forgot the entire thing, but instead he banged the hammer again. And again. And again until the hole was ten times bigger than when he started. No one was around on this side of the prison so it was unlikely many people at all heard him, but he wouldn't have cared. Dimitri pressed his palms against the fence and leaned against it for several minutes to try and get a grip. He was wearing his usual duster, but he suddenly tore it from his body and threw it to the ground. He was burning up. The sun had completely set now and the crisp air had turned cold, but he felt sweat on his face and on his skin soaking into his shirt.
Breathing heavily, he recognized the signs of the virus taking over, but he was sure that he had control over himself. Dimitri always had control. Even when he was Strigoi he maintained his composure. Most of the time. The handful of times Rose had tried to kill him set him into a rage, but he'd been able to recover. Just as he was doing now. He tore himself away from the fence and went straight to his cell. The duster and the hammer had been forgotten back at the spot where he'd been working. He'd come to regret that decision later.
He briefly checked the network to see if there was anything that needed his attention. The prison couldn't function without the help of the council on a daily basis. The council could barely function on its own and they were supposed to be the leaders and those that could be relied upon in a crisis. Well, guess what? There was ALWAYS a damn crisis going on ALL the time. No one was immune to the threats that piled up against them so often that he could hardly see straight. All the while he was preoccupied with his sister living off in the wilderness with a fallen angel who had managed to get her pregnant. The baby sister that he'd taken care of and protected for his entire life yet he was physically unable to do so now because Azazeal could not handle her being away. Dimitri knew the best course of action and that was to get the hell out of this town. God had forsaken Everett a long time ago and that was evident in the constant visitors it attracted.
A cold shower later and Dimitri was starting to feel a little better, but he still was fighting going back out to the fence and ripping the entire area down with his bare hands. He didn't want to risk a loss of control again though, so instead he went to bed early. As they often were, his dreams were plagued with memories of his days as Strigoi and he tossed and turned for hours. Sometime during the middle of the night, Dimitri woke up and was covered in sweat again. Throwing his pillow across the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and decided to give up on sleep for the night. It was in that moment that he realized that he hadn't woken up ridden with guilt by the dream memories. No, he found them.. helpful. As Strigoi, Dimitri knew exactly what he had wanted and he'd made no hesitations in taking all of it for himself. Rose had been the only exception as she often was. Knowing what he wanted and how he wanted to do it was key in any power wielding leader. He could accomplish so much more if he left his attachments behind and did as he knew that he should with his head and not with his heart. He could do anything, be anything he wanted.
Except he still hadn't fixed that fucking fence.
Looking up from the floor slowly, he realized he had an idea. A rare smile appeared, but it wasn't one that would bring comfort to anyone. No, it was the opposite kind of smile.
Checking his phone, Dimitri saw that it was still very early in the morning so he was thankful to be able to carry out his solution to the problem. It was a very sensible solution to him even if anyone else would think he was crazy. He was and that was the problem.
The hallways were dark enough that no one could spot his red eyes if they only saw him in passing. No one at all was near the locked room where he kept the sentry supplies and other weapons. Zoey had given him more weapons than he would have ever thought he could get a hold of at one time and they'd been able to use them on raids, fights, and on sentry duty. Not everything was found in the room, but plenty of pieces to his puzzle were. Dynamite, gun powder, and a spare piece of flint was placed in his pants pocket. Where had he left his duster again?
Next, he went to the garage. He didn't touch the vehicles that were in one piece, but there were plenty of spare car parts around from the raids. A couple of car batteries were lying around for the taking. That was convenient.
Taking the supplies outside a little at a time didn't create any suspicion, but barely anyone saw him anyway and if they did they didn't see him twice. He was careful to know exactly where to place his gifts to the prison around the fence because no one knew the fence like Dimitri did. How he'd painstakingly cared for it and looked after it every single day. He knew the blind spots from those in their towers and how to make sure the spots were covered up enough so they wouldn't be in plain sight. He didn't have the time or resources to set them around the entire fence, of course not, but they were in a few places that would do some damage.
The hole he'd made with the hammer would look small compared to what would happen in the morning. It would look like he'd taken Thor's hammer to the fence instead. Now that was an idea. It was too bad only Thor could lift his favorite toy because Dimitri would have had some real fun with that thing.
After strategically placing the bombs around the fence, he realized it was close to time when the shifts would be changing. The sun was rising and the residents of the prison would be going to breakfast soon. Leaving his post for now, Dimitri went back to his cell to gather a few items. After the explosions happened, he was getting the hell out of here and taking his sister with him. He'd make sure she was protected because that was what big brothers were for.
He was looking for his fucking duster again when he heard a whistling coming towards his cell. He'd hoped to avoid Adrian and his ridiculous aura checks this morning for two reasons. One, he could see his aura. Two, why in the hell would he want to be around Adrian Ivashkov if he could help it? He wouldn't be able to escape it this time though and he would do what was necessary to make sure he completed his mission and got what he wanted. Dimitri wanted to do what he wanted for a change and fuck everyone else who thought differently.