[Alice must have been running away for twenty minutes, but once she was sure she shook off her pursuers she began to trail through alleyways and backyards just to make sure. She knew it was only a matter of time before they found her if she kept this up, so in a desperate attempt to get away she decided it was time for a little breaking and entering.
So yeah, there's a tired and rundown looking young lady climbing through a window/picking the front door/whatever way is easiest to sneak in to hide, thinking that the place is empty. OOPS.]
B
[On the flip side, somehow you ended up in Alice's house (which isn't much, by the way). Maybe you broke in, managed to bypass the random traps she has laying around, or you just don't fucking know. Either way, when she spots an intruder she's reaching for a gun in some hidden compartment (that she has hiding around everywhere, tbh) and points the gun at their head.]
Okay. The fuck are you and what're you doin' here? Pick the wrong answer and I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
[She doesn't actually want to blow anyone's brains out, but it helps if the other person believes it.]
C
[Or maybe you're chillin' at the local bar with Alice. Maybe she's an acquaintance, a friend, a total stranger, or a customer? Whatever the case may be she's downing drink after drink and doesn't seem like she's going to stop for a while.]
D
[Finally, she might be spotted in the middle of nowhere standing over a dead body. Look, there is a perfectly logical explanation for this. There is. But will you listen? Probably kind of hard to when she's pointing a gun right at you!]
Walk. Away.
E OR MAKE SOMETHING UP I don't know I just bullshat a bunch of scenarios so people don't have to feel like they have to start a thing, LOL.
[Johnny just wanted a beer. He's comes out the back of a bar opening up a bottle of Pißwasser and he just looks over at her. Alright. Woman aiming a gun at him. Woman with a dead body. Great, just his goddamn night.]
I'm just havin' a beer. Just fuckin' get rid of it. I don't know that guy.
[He takes a drink, raising his good brow. Pretty picture of a man there, he got in a fight with cement and lost.]
[She holds the gun perfectly still for a moment, her hand shaking ever so slightly as her lips pulled into a frown. She takes a couple of steps back, minding the body as to not trip on it.
Alice wasn't sure if the guy was serious or if he was trying to get her to drop her guard. But he didn't look like he belonged with Talon Company.]
If you take even a step closer I'll kill you. Got it?
[He glances from her, down to the body, back to her. Then takes another drink. Then with the hand holding the bottle he points at the body with his pinky finger.]
Asshole boyfriend?
[He might as well play the guessing game. He's got fuck all to do while he waits on Jim.]
[Alice lowers the gun the rest of the way, obviously still hesitant, before putting it away in the waistband of her pants for now.]
Like I'd waste bullets on an asshole boyfriend. [And she has definitely had That Asshole Boyfriend. But he was more pitiful than anything.
She grabs the shovel that she had brought with her (obviously she had been planning this), and starts digging.]
It's not important anymore.
[She's making it sound like the problem is over and done, but the truth is it's really not. There'd be more men and women that would need burying. Not always by her, at least. Too much trouble.]
Well it ain't no love tap, anyway. [Is he supposed to offer to help maybe? Eh. Nope. Not his dead body.]
[Er... not the body he killed. Fuck it. Something like that.]
Seems like a lotta work to go through. Might be easier to burn 'im first. Less to cram in the hole when it's over. [Idle conversation, sure. He's just going to go lean against the wall.]
[She momentarily pauses what she's doing to look over at him, her brows furrowed together and the look on her face basically saying "Okay, what the fuck"? Alice wasn't expecting help, she was expecting the guy to turn around and walk away, not offer advice. Then again, the guy looks like he's seen his fair share of dead bodies, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised.
After a moment she goes back to digging. It's not like this was carefully planned or anything. All she knew when she stepped out of her hole of an apartment today was that she was going to be followed and attacked, and that she'd have to kill some douchebag and hide the body.]
When they finally find 'em, I want them to be able to tell who he is.
Maybe if he tried to kill be closer to the river he'd be there right now.
[Dig, dig, digging.
Her eyes flicker over to him using the phone, though. Instantly paranoid. He wouldn't be dumb enough to start phoning the cops right in front of her, right? Nahh.]
...Got somewhere to be?
[Digging a little faster now. She's officially super uncomfortable with her situation right now.]
Nah, I'm expectin' someone. He was supposed to be here about fifteen minutes ago but sometimes he an' his old lady gotta do stuff with the kid. Holds him up every once in a while.
[And he just takes another lazy drink. Before adding.]
He's not gonna give a fuck about whathisface over there either so don't worry about that.
[He just makes a whatever motion at the... corpse. Yeah. Him. He don't need to be around.]
[After a moment Alice stops digging and looks at the hole she dug, then looks to the body to see if it'd fit.]
Lot of people here don't seem to give a fuck about dead shit, I'm startin' to notice. [A pause as she continues to dig because it's still not big enough. Even though he said his friend wouldn't give a shit, she's still hurried in her digging. She doesn't want any police or anything showing up -- she's not exactly good with them.] Kinda makes shit easier, I guess.
[Her reply is quick and instinctive because, well, she's not used to accepting help unless she absolutely needed it. But he's offering and she does kind of want to get this over with.]
[230 lbs. of horse-man can make things a little easier. He comes over to take the shovel, handing off the beer like it isn't any big deal to.]
Sound sorta indecisive there.
[Not that he sounds like he blames her. It's just more of a "the sky is blue and sometimes black", "flowers are pretty", "sex-faces look weird". That sort of matter off fact tone.]
[The very tall and vaguely dark stranger pauses for a moment, surprised not only that this woman can see him, but that she's confronting him like this. He fiddles with the scythe in his hand, thinking for a moment, while the perfectly white horse in silver tack snorts behind him. No, she must not be able to see him properly; otherwise, she would be panicking. Death steps forward, confident that he must be just a tall, indistinct figure to her.]
[As usual, Yoshitake had decided since there was nothing to do on this summer day, that he would go harass one of his best friends at his house. Hidenori was nowhere to be found ("busy" according to the text Yoshitake received after begging him to come hang out) and the other guys were all off doing god knows what. So today, it was just the two of them. He didn't really mind.
Of course one wouldn't think it by the way Yoshitake lay splayed out on the floor, staring at a page of his manga with half lidded eyes as if he was having the least amount of fun possible.]
Tadakuni...[He drops his hands at his sides, which makes his manga fall right on his face, still open. His words are slightly muffled.] I'm booooored.
[Tadakuni shouldn't have felt surprised when he came out of his room to see Yoshitake sitting at his breakfast table eating. Really, Yoshitake and Hidenori often ended up in his house at one point or another.
He gave up caring at this point. When he heard Yoshitake complain, he looked up from his book.]
[It was one of those rare occurrences where the house was quiet, not to mention he was home. But Catherine had insisted he take a day or two off from the lab and that she would have everything under control. He had complete faith that she would, but it still felt strange to be home during the day, dressed in something other than a lab coat. But when James had expressed concern over one of his daughters, that he should spend more time with her, she insisted he take off this week to do so. And really, as much as he loves his work he agreed easily. His children had very...complicated relationships, which led them to have complicated lives. A lot has been happening and he noticed Cass started to fall by the wayside. He wanted to fix that. He left once already, a whole year, for his work. He doesn't want to sacrifice his relationship with any of his children anymore.
They were all out today, though, so he thought it would be nice to stay in. There were groceries all over the counter for the meal he wanted them to have together, though it's been a really long time since he's made anything that didn't require a microwave he thought it would be nice to have Cass in the kitchen with him, just like when she was little, just talk and prepare food.
Time went by so fast. Faster given his busy lifestyle, plus the year he lost when he left.
James stood at Cass's door a moment before knocking softly. He wasn't around as often as he'd like and he knew it bothered his children -- some more than others, so he just hoped Cass wouldn't brush him off like Roy or Albert would.]
[ Cassandra had always had a knack for shutting herself up in her room - well, maybe not always, but the past few years lead to it and she just never stopped doing it. Could be because of Alice, of just following her lead. Could just be because of those crazy teenage years. Maybe some part of her misses being able to walk out of her room and not feel like she barely knows her own siblings - it's her own fault, she figures. That's what she gets for clinging to Alice and avoiding everyone else.
So when she hears a knock on her door, Cass quickly goes down a mental list of the people that live there (and don't, but are over often enough that they might as well), trying to remember who's there and who isn't. When all she comes up with is her father, she gives her door a skeptical look before getting up out of her chair to open it.
Lo and behold, there he is. ]
... Dad? Is something wrong?
[ It has to say something if that's what she automatically jumps to when he comes to her. ]
[It does say something, and James can't really blame anyone but himself for that. He offers a bit of an embarrassed smile. Maybe he should try and make this a more regular thing.
He holds up a hand.]
No, no. Nothing's wrong. I was just about to prepare dinner and thought I could use some help. If you don't mind.
[He's not going to mention that he thought it would be nice to cook together like old times because, well, she's probably too old to look at it that way.]
[ Dinner, huh? Cass quirks a brow at him before glancing over her shoulder at the book she'd been reading - it was just getting interesting too. But she looks back at him and then just... gives a bit of a shrug and a short nod. ]
Yeah, sure. Why not.
[ But it's right after that when she remembers how things used to be, how they used to cook together all the time and it... might be nice. Maybe. Possibly. She's not going to jump for joy over getting to do it but maybe it won't be so bad. He's trying, she can tell that much, and that's fine by her. ]
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Lone Wanderer (Alice) | AU'd into modern setting to make shit easier
[Alice must have been running away for twenty minutes, but once she was sure she shook off her pursuers she began to trail through alleyways and backyards just to make sure. She knew it was only a matter of time before they found her if she kept this up, so in a desperate attempt to get away she decided it was time for a little breaking and entering.
So yeah, there's a tired and rundown looking young lady climbing through a window/picking the front door/whatever way is easiest to sneak in to hide, thinking that the place is empty. OOPS.]
B
[On the flip side, somehow you ended up in Alice's house (which isn't much, by the way). Maybe you broke in, managed to bypass the random traps she has laying around, or you just don't fucking know. Either way, when she spots an intruder she's reaching for a gun in some hidden compartment (that she has hiding around everywhere, tbh) and points the gun at their head.]
Okay. The fuck are you and what're you doin' here? Pick the wrong answer and I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
[She doesn't actually want to blow anyone's brains out, but it helps if the other person believes it.]
C
[Or maybe you're chillin' at the local bar with Alice. Maybe she's an acquaintance, a friend, a total stranger, or a customer? Whatever the case may be she's downing drink after drink and doesn't seem like she's going to stop for a while.]
D
[Finally, she might be spotted in the middle of nowhere standing over a dead body. Look, there is a perfectly logical explanation for this. There is. But will you listen? Probably kind of hard to when she's pointing a gun right at you!]
Walk. Away.
E OR MAKE SOMETHING UP I don't know I just bullshat a bunch of scenarios so people don't have to feel like they have to start a thing, LOL.
D
I'm just havin' a beer. Just fuckin' get rid of it. I don't know that guy.
[He takes a drink, raising his good brow. Pretty picture of a man there, he got in a fight with cement and lost.]
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Alice wasn't sure if the guy was serious or if he was trying to get her to drop her guard. But he didn't look like he belonged with Talon Company.]
If you take even a step closer I'll kill you. Got it?
[But lowering her gun...]
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Asshole boyfriend?
[He might as well play the guessing game. He's got fuck all to do while he waits on Jim.]
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Like I'd waste bullets on an asshole boyfriend. [And she has definitely had That Asshole Boyfriend. But he was more pitiful than anything.
She grabs the shovel that she had brought with her (obviously she had been planning this), and starts digging.]
It's not important anymore.
[She's making it sound like the problem is over and done, but the truth is it's really not. There'd be more men and women that would need burying. Not always by her, at least. Too much trouble.]
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[Er... not the body he killed. Fuck it. Something like that.]
Seems like a lotta work to go through. Might be easier to burn 'im first. Less to cram in the hole when it's over. [Idle conversation, sure. He's just going to go lean against the wall.]
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After a moment she goes back to digging. It's not like this was carefully planned or anything. All she knew when she stepped out of her hole of an apartment today was that she was going to be followed and attacked, and that she'd have to kill some douchebag and hide the body.]
When they finally find 'em, I want them to be able to tell who he is.
repeated an icon oh no
[He pulls out his phone to check the time. When the hell is Jim going to get here? Goddammit, his old lady has been eating up his time.]
BLASPHEMY
[Dig, dig, digging.
Her eyes flicker over to him using the phone, though. Instantly paranoid. He wouldn't be dumb enough to start phoning the cops right in front of her, right? Nahh.]
...Got somewhere to be?
[Digging a little faster now. She's officially super uncomfortable with her situation right now.]
Re: BLASPHEMY
[And he just takes another lazy drink. Before adding.]
He's not gonna give a fuck about whathisface over there either so don't worry about that.
[He just makes a whatever motion at the... corpse. Yeah. Him. He don't need to be around.]
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Lot of people here don't seem to give a fuck about dead shit, I'm startin' to notice. [A pause as she continues to dig because it's still not big enough. Even though he said his friend wouldn't give a shit, she's still hurried in her digging. She doesn't want any police or anything showing up -- she's not exactly good with them.] Kinda makes shit easier, I guess.
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Need some help?
[He holds out the bottle.] I mean, so long as you're not goin' six feet there, I could give you a break. [Not like he's doing anything else.]
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[Her reply is quick and instinctive because, well, she's not used to accepting help unless she absolutely needed it. But he's offering and she does kind of want to get this over with.]
Alright. Yes, I mean.
GOOD LORD WHY DO I KEEP DICKING THIS TAG UP
Sound sorta indecisive there.
[Not that he sounds like he blames her. It's just more of a "the sky is blue and sometimes black", "flowers are pretty", "sex-faces look weird". That sort of matter off fact tone.]
LOL IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US
Yeah, well, I don't normally ask for help burying dead bodies.
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[He snorts a laugh at himself as he starts digging, stomping the shovel into the Earth and chipping away at it.]
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If that means there bein' less holes to dig, yeah I agree.
D
PARDON ME. I NEED TO GET BY YOU.
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Go another fuckin' way.
[Closed to milk_shot]
Of course one wouldn't think it by the way Yoshitake lay splayed out on the floor, staring at a page of his manga with half lidded eyes as if he was having the least amount of fun possible.]
Tadakuni...[He drops his hands at his sides, which makes his manga fall right on his face, still open. His words are slightly muffled.] I'm booooored.
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He gave up caring at this point. When he heard Yoshitake complain, he looked up from his book.]
What do you want to do then?
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I thought you'd have ideas, man! That's why I came to you!
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[THERE WAS NO BREAKING INVOLVED OKAY.]
CLOSED (AU)
They were all out today, though, so he thought it would be nice to stay in. There were groceries all over the counter for the meal he wanted them to have together, though it's been a really long time since he's made anything that didn't require a microwave he thought it would be nice to have Cass in the kitchen with him, just like when she was little, just talk and prepare food.
Time went by so fast. Faster given his busy lifestyle, plus the year he lost when he left.
James stood at Cass's door a moment before knocking softly. He wasn't around as often as he'd like and he knew it bothered his children -- some more than others, so he just hoped Cass wouldn't brush him off like Roy or Albert would.]
i hate this already
So when she hears a knock on her door, Cass quickly goes down a mental list of the people that live there (and don't, but are over often enough that they might as well), trying to remember who's there and who isn't. When all she comes up with is her father, she gives her door a skeptical look before getting up out of her chair to open it.
Lo and behold, there he is. ]
... Dad? Is something wrong?
[ It has to say something if that's what she automatically jumps to when he comes to her. ]
feeds off of hate
He holds up a hand.]
No, no. Nothing's wrong. I was just about to prepare dinner and thought I could use some help. If you don't mind.
[He's not going to mention that he thought it would be nice to cook together like old times because, well, she's probably too old to look at it that way.]
this is so unfair sob DAMNIT DAD
Yeah, sure. Why not.
[ But it's right after that when she remembers how things used to be, how they used to cook together all the time and it... might be nice. Maybe. Possibly. She's not going to jump for joy over getting to do it but maybe it won't be so bad. He's trying, she can tell that much, and that's fine by her. ]
What are we making?
[ If he wants to try, she can try a little too. ]