Jerry (
400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-08-22 12:55 pm
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1st Bite // [ Audio ]
[ The voice that comes over the network is one that just SOUNDS like it belongs to someone ruggedly handsome. Gruff but friendly. Almost endearing. ]
I hate to trouble anyone with this but I could...really use some help. I don’t really know much of what’s going on here. One moment, I’m trying to fight off this psycho kid who tried to torch my house and the next I’m...I don’t really know WHERE I am, honestly. It kind of looks like my house, but...not exactly. And I’m...well, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m in a bad way. So when I say I need help, I guess what I really mean to ask is...does anyone know how to treat burns?
[ That should get at least one or two saps lured in for him to feed on. ]
I hate to trouble anyone with this but I could...really use some help. I don’t really know much of what’s going on here. One moment, I’m trying to fight off this psycho kid who tried to torch my house and the next I’m...I don’t really know WHERE I am, honestly. It kind of looks like my house, but...not exactly. And I’m...well, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m in a bad way. So when I say I need help, I guess what I really mean to ask is...does anyone know how to treat burns?
[ That should get at least one or two saps lured in for him to feed on. ]
[video]
Clicking on the feed, the newcomer is faced with a slim, delicate looking seventeen year old girl, features touched with concern.]
Hi...we do have an infirmary here, and I'd be happy to explain what's going on, but first things first: how badly are you hurt?
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[ He keeps his end as audio. But he does take a moment to appreciate the girl. Young. Innocent. Eager. Just what he needed. ]
Pretty bad. I...I don't know if I'd be to get there alone.
[video]
...something about this isn't right.
She frowns, but it's still a relatively guileless expression. She's got enough experience, enough training that she doesn't have to try and seem harmless or young.
This is her life. This is normal for her.]
Okay, I'm coming to help you, but I need to know where you are. Are you able to reach the door of your room? There should be a number on the outside...that'll tell me where to find you.
[And as she speaks, she's crossing the room, opening her closet. She pulls out a pair of sneakers to put on so she can go out...and keeps the feed on her face so the tazer tucked in between her favorite heels and the case for her compound bow can't be seen as she pulls it out and lays it quietly next to her shoes.]
[Audio]
[ He'd already been to the door. He already knew the number. But this ploy didn't work if he admitted that. Instead, she heard him struggle to get up. Complete with sounds that sounded all too convincing. Stifled pain and strained movement. A thump here and there, as if slumping against the wall. Eventually, the door opened. A few moments later, he could be heard sliding down the wall back to the floor. When he was done, he sounded like he was out of breath and in incredible amounts of pain. ]
Four...oh seven...
[ He sounded like he was being so brave. ]
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[Allison killed the feed quickly...then took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders...and shook her head as her voice hardened while she spoke to the empty room.]
Why do I get the feeling I'm about to die again?...
[It's probably overkill, and Allison's really hoping she's being paranoid, but she brings everything she can. Her ring daggers went at her back, two of her combat knives were tucked away, the werewolf cattle prod hangs from her belt, and her quiver goes over her shoulder while her recurve bow goes across her back. She also takes the liberty of sending a text message out to her pack, and the handful of people on the ship she trusts in a fight.
New inmate: room 407. If you don't hear from me in 1 hour, come kill him 'cause I'm dead.
Satisfied with her precautions, Allison sets out for Deck Four.
When she reaches 407, she has her tazer in hand. The door isn't shut tight...nope, this is not good.
Allison flicks on the tazer, footsteps whisper-silent against the ground as she regulates her breathing to keep her heart rate steady. When she calls out, it's tremulous and unsure.]
Hello?...
[text; private to Allison]
[And he will be there if necessary.]
[text; private to Duke]
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[Joke now, be pissed later. She has her butterfly knife.]
[text; locked]
i promise, i'm being careful.
[text; locked]
I'll back up the guys if I need to. I just hope I don't need to. I hope if this turns out to be bad you murder the shit out of this guy.
[text -- private to Allison]
[He's already about ready to head over; it's better than....everything else he wants to do, honestly. He's only got the knives from Steph and a vest but he'll make do.]
check in or I'm coming in
[text -- private to Tig]
scott mccall and isaac lahey. they're werewolves...please watch their backs if they have to come after this guy, okay?
[text -- private to Tig]
fine
text; yet again, private to allison
hey i'll kill him if he even looks at you wrong. call out if you need a hand.
[And he's going to just... head out of his room on Level 5 to wait around anxiously on Level 4 and listen in for any sounds of this going bad.]
text;private to isaac
i'm being careful. i swear to god. i'll be ok.
text;private to allison
text;private to isaac
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[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
She approaches just in time to see Allison starting into the guy's room after calling out a hello. Because the door being open doesn't look suspicious as it is.
Lydia shakes her head and steps up behind Allison, lifting a hand to her shoulder as she does. Making it clear that if she's going to do this, it won't be on her own.]
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He was disappointed to see one of them was armed. A bow? And not even a crossbow. That was new. But the fact that she was so prepared had him on edge. He wasn't about to discount someone just for being a teenager. He'd rather not get burned up again. He needed to take her out. Fast. So he kept up the act. That wouldn't be too hard, though. The recent encounter with Mason had him feeling really quite ill. It had been so long since he'd felt something like that.
The cabin was dark. Way too dark for the time. And it smelled of old musty books and damp earth, even to a human nose. Maybe even the spilled blood, if they were keen enough. ]
Still here...
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She didn't like it...but there's an answer from inside. Either an inmate was burned badly and needed medical attention, or he was going to try to kill her...kill them both.
She makes a judgment call, and rolls her eyes, unsheathing one of her ring daggers to pass to Lydia for protection, gesturing with how she should use it if someone was coming at her.
Pushing the door open, Allison takes the lead as they step inside, where the room is awash with the smell of age and grave dirt. It sets off more than her hunter's instincts, it hits every primitive button in Allison's psyche that tells her to run.
Despite her promises to the contrary, Allison steps forward and closer to Lydia, shielding her with her body as she reaches behind her to draw another of her daggers. Tazer and blade in hand, she peers into the shadows, heart still steady and every sense on alert. The cold, liquid stillness where she hunts fills her like water filling a cup until there's nothing except her pulse quietly shaking flesh with every beat...until she's almost hoping for a fight so the cup can spill over, freeing the dark thing that she's allowed to take her over.]
Where are you? It's hard to see... [And it is, but Allison's still trying. There are some shapes as her eyes adjust, courtesy of the light filtering from the corridor, but she can't tell which is a body or a chair, or just a bed...
Without her eyes to rely on, Allison stops moving forward, dagger and tazer at the ready in each hand, hanging by her side...and she listens for a target.
A scrape of fabric. A breath drawn...something, anything she can aim at.]
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[text; private]
wait
i'm coming with you
[text; private]
if this is bad enough i can't handle it? i need to know someone is on standby who can subdue this guy. warden to warden, PLEASE be my backup.
i promise you, i'm not running in front of another nail. i'm doing my job as a warden. carefully.
[text; private]
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[Because yeah, Stiles, we're leaving out the part where Lydia's with her for now. Allison can't protect both of you at once, mkay?]
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