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((Kaya Robinson continued from Bombs in the Void))
Kaya crashed through the door like a grenade through a window, the impact catching her inertia and slowing her enough to skid to a halt.
She ducked behind the door, jumping back a few feet away from the entrance.
Then she looked over her shoulder at Chris and Mary, hidden behind the counter basically right in front of her, right across from the door she’d burst through moments ago.
Her eyes went wide.
“Anthony, Ashanti, incoming, guns, sorry, run,” she said in one breath. She paused, breathed in twice as hard as she could, and kept running. Finger on the trigger, breath heavy in her chest, she burst into the next room.
“Oh.”
She said as she burst out through the door to find herself facing across from Mandy, Fisk, Ivan, and Olivia on the ground.
She stumbled back away from the door and raised her gun, teeth gritted.
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((Ashanti Baker continued from Bombs in the Void))
Ashanti had gotten her momentum going before realizing exactly where she was. That corridor lead to a door. That door lead to another door labeled "employees only". That labeled door lead to linoleum floor. That door lead to the branching of her time on the boat with Matias. She'd seen it all go by, like she was in the midst of a music video from thirty years ago. The door swang open briefly, and she saw ruin. Marks on the walls. Mould in the carpet. People in the room. The last part was the important part, because her heels calcified the moment she saw them.
She halted briefly at the doorway, completely unaware of who could see her. Then, without stopping to think, she flung her arm outwards in an attempt to catch the hatless Englishman barreling beside her, before propelling herself backwards, away from the door.
The two fell to the ground, Ashanti hard on her shoulder. She wasn't used to pain, but she'd done so much gassing of herself up as someone who needed to not respond to any pain, ever, at all. She curled her lips around her teeth and held closed, taking deep breaths through her nostrils, from both exhaustion and just the desire to stay true. She placed her hands on the ground to pull herself to her knees. She looked over at Anthony, before holding up four fingers, knuckles facing him.
She took stock of herself. Bag still here, gun still here, everything still at arm's length. She could hear music; she didn't know what that was about. She scanned the room - Anthony was there. She looked around at the rest of what she could see.
Ashanti saw two of her castmates from Little Shop of Horrors, hiding in the kitchen, and locked eyes with the one she'd known the longest.
Ashanti had gotten her momentum going before realizing exactly where she was. That corridor lead to a door. That door lead to another door labeled "employees only". That labeled door lead to linoleum floor. That door lead to the branching of her time on the boat with Matias. She'd seen it all go by, like she was in the midst of a music video from thirty years ago. The door swang open briefly, and she saw ruin. Marks on the walls. Mould in the carpet. People in the room. The last part was the important part, because her heels calcified the moment she saw them.
She halted briefly at the doorway, completely unaware of who could see her. Then, without stopping to think, she flung her arm outwards in an attempt to catch the hatless Englishman barreling beside her, before propelling herself backwards, away from the door.
The two fell to the ground, Ashanti hard on her shoulder. She wasn't used to pain, but she'd done so much gassing of herself up as someone who needed to not respond to any pain, ever, at all. She curled her lips around her teeth and held closed, taking deep breaths through her nostrils, from both exhaustion and just the desire to stay true. She placed her hands on the ground to pull herself to her knees. She looked over at Anthony, before holding up four fingers, knuckles facing him.
She took stock of herself. Bag still here, gun still here, everything still at arm's length. She could hear music; she didn't know what that was about. She scanned the room - Anthony was there. She looked around at the rest of what she could see.
Ashanti saw two of her castmates from Little Shop of Horrors, hiding in the kitchen, and locked eyes with the one she'd known the longest.
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((Anthony Golden continued from Bombs in the Void))
He followed Ashanti past the door, through the disused-looking corridor and into the doorway of the kitchen area.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly until Ashanti halted, threw out her arm and then threw herself back like she'd just been kicked in the stomach. He didn't get why; had she seen someone who wasn't Kaya, or, like, was there an ambush set up or something? Lying here on the ground, having landed hard on his back, it seemed to him that Kaya could just walk up and shoot them both dead easy. There was a pain in his side, and he could feel a warmth seeping through his shirt; the gunshot had started bleeding again, for fuck's sake. The backpack had taken most of the fall, but it still kinda hurt. Patting his butt, his sidearm was still in place. Good.
"What's going-" Anthony whispered, before she held up four fingers and he nodded in reply. People were here, and presumably there was more than Kaya. Had they stumbled upon something, or what, had Kaya hooked up with Fisk and whatever the fuck he was doing now? There was something pumping in from the main hall - that was music, what the fuck? Nodding, Anthony pushed himself up to his feet with a grunt, gripping his rifle tightly, only to see what Ashanti had seen; Fisk, Olivia, Ivan and Kaya all looking at each other, holding guns.
Right, it had been a good call to knock him down. Anthony bended his knees, crouching down, only to see what Ashanti now saw; Mary and Chris huddled behind the counter, looking back at them. Chris had a gun. In lieu of doing anything else; shooting them, running away, shooting Kaya and Fisk and Ivan and Olivia, Anthony's overloaded brain decided that the best course of action was to wave at them. It was stupid, but shooting might start a fight and then the horde outside on them would come down like a mountain.
He followed Ashanti past the door, through the disused-looking corridor and into the doorway of the kitchen area.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly until Ashanti halted, threw out her arm and then threw herself back like she'd just been kicked in the stomach. He didn't get why; had she seen someone who wasn't Kaya, or, like, was there an ambush set up or something? Lying here on the ground, having landed hard on his back, it seemed to him that Kaya could just walk up and shoot them both dead easy. There was a pain in his side, and he could feel a warmth seeping through his shirt; the gunshot had started bleeding again, for fuck's sake. The backpack had taken most of the fall, but it still kinda hurt. Patting his butt, his sidearm was still in place. Good.
"What's going-" Anthony whispered, before she held up four fingers and he nodded in reply. People were here, and presumably there was more than Kaya. Had they stumbled upon something, or what, had Kaya hooked up with Fisk and whatever the fuck he was doing now? There was something pumping in from the main hall - that was music, what the fuck? Nodding, Anthony pushed himself up to his feet with a grunt, gripping his rifle tightly, only to see what Ashanti had seen; Fisk, Olivia, Ivan and Kaya all looking at each other, holding guns.
Right, it had been a good call to knock him down. Anthony bended his knees, crouching down, only to see what Ashanti now saw; Mary and Chris huddled behind the counter, looking back at them. Chris had a gun. In lieu of doing anything else; shooting them, running away, shooting Kaya and Fisk and Ivan and Olivia, Anthony's overloaded brain decided that the best course of action was to wave at them. It was stupid, but shooting might start a fight and then the horde outside on them would come down like a mountain.
“You know what? I take it back Olivia, I AM going to torture you when I kill you.” He cocked his head towards her direction. “And you too Emmy, don’t think you’re safe either, I’ll torture Olivia to make up for not being able to reach you, so I’d keep my mouth shut if I were you, unless you want to see a repeat performance…”
Fisk looked back at Ivan, shaking his head in a ‘can you believe this?’ motion. “Ungrateful people… You promise to kill someone quickly; as a kindness, and they still keep throwing the insults like they’re in control! Incredible right?”
“Hey you know all about that, what gives? You all masochists or some-“
Door slammed. Some girl in a long coat Fisk didn’t recognize. His lips pursed, unimpressed.
“Ivan buddy, first you hide something behind your back like you’re John Mclane, and then you invite friends to our private party…”
“… Simple clear concise instructions…” He said, disappointed.
“Mandy; any of our guests move, you blow off one of Olivia’s feet. Maybe they’ll get the hint before we make a nugget out of her.”
Fisk looked back at Ivan, shaking his head in a ‘can you believe this?’ motion. “Ungrateful people… You promise to kill someone quickly; as a kindness, and they still keep throwing the insults like they’re in control! Incredible right?”
“Hey you know all about that, what gives? You all masochists or some-“
Door slammed. Some girl in a long coat Fisk didn’t recognize. His lips pursed, unimpressed.
“Ivan buddy, first you hide something behind your back like you’re John Mclane, and then you invite friends to our private party…”
“… Simple clear concise instructions…” He said, disappointed.
“Mandy; any of our guests move, you blow off one of Olivia’s feet. Maybe they’ll get the hint before we make a nugget out of her.”
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
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"Got it," Mandy called. Then, to emphasize that she was serious here, she pulled her right leg back and kicked Olivia in the rough vicinity of the shin.
It wasn't that hard a kick, certainly nothing on what Amy had dished out days ago (and, hey, there Amy was, huh? Just another face among the piles in this room. Mandy felt kind of bad about that one, since she hadn't even had any malicious intent towards the girl). With the ragged condition of Mandy's boots, she may well have come out of the kick worse than Olivia did, but that wasn't what was important. This was about communicating something, and about getting taken seriously.
Mandy didn't really intend to blow Olivia's foot off, of course. That was a Fisk thing, and it was a step too far. If it came to that, Mandy intended to accidentally shoot Olivia in the chest or head, somewhere where it would all be over quick, if messily. That she hadn't already done so, and that she hadn't opened up on Ivan, was partially because she was still more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of pulling the trigger herself, but also partially a Fisk thing. Fisk knew what he was doing. If he wanted to do this a specific way, Mandy could do that, just as long as she wasn't having to personally participate in the crueler bits.
She was pretty mad, though, that was for sure. Incredulous, too. She was dressed as a panda, but still was only the second dumbest look in this room, and it turned out she was far from the bottom of actual smarts, as well. When Olivia had mouthed off about what Fisk said, talking about how he'd turn on her at the end, it had taken a lot for Mandy not to do more than just wiggle her arm, drawing emphasis to the bandanna there that was, well, blue. Just like Fisk's. Just like Verity's. Yeah, Fisk's original plan might not have had much chance in the end. Yeah, Mandy might not be his best friend in the world. But they had an understanding, and mutual respect, and an actual practical goal and route to get there, so what was a girl who thought it was a bright idea to run around without pants and then got tied up doing insinuating Mandy was the stupid one?
But what was a lot more important was the other people. Ivan was scary, dangerous, and Mandy kept glancing from Olivia to him and back, remembering what it was like running away, the crush of the mattress slamming her into the bookcase, how she'd almost fallen. Kaya was a wildcard, unpredictable, but she'd killed Amy. That had stuck out. She looked different from at school, like she'd stepped into this place and found her fit. This was too many variables all at once. It would be better if they had more going for them, if Verity was here.
"So nobody move," Mandy added a couple moments later, redundantly, "okay?"
It wasn't that hard a kick, certainly nothing on what Amy had dished out days ago (and, hey, there Amy was, huh? Just another face among the piles in this room. Mandy felt kind of bad about that one, since she hadn't even had any malicious intent towards the girl). With the ragged condition of Mandy's boots, she may well have come out of the kick worse than Olivia did, but that wasn't what was important. This was about communicating something, and about getting taken seriously.
Mandy didn't really intend to blow Olivia's foot off, of course. That was a Fisk thing, and it was a step too far. If it came to that, Mandy intended to accidentally shoot Olivia in the chest or head, somewhere where it would all be over quick, if messily. That she hadn't already done so, and that she hadn't opened up on Ivan, was partially because she was still more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of pulling the trigger herself, but also partially a Fisk thing. Fisk knew what he was doing. If he wanted to do this a specific way, Mandy could do that, just as long as she wasn't having to personally participate in the crueler bits.
She was pretty mad, though, that was for sure. Incredulous, too. She was dressed as a panda, but still was only the second dumbest look in this room, and it turned out she was far from the bottom of actual smarts, as well. When Olivia had mouthed off about what Fisk said, talking about how he'd turn on her at the end, it had taken a lot for Mandy not to do more than just wiggle her arm, drawing emphasis to the bandanna there that was, well, blue. Just like Fisk's. Just like Verity's. Yeah, Fisk's original plan might not have had much chance in the end. Yeah, Mandy might not be his best friend in the world. But they had an understanding, and mutual respect, and an actual practical goal and route to get there, so what was a girl who thought it was a bright idea to run around without pants and then got tied up doing insinuating Mandy was the stupid one?
But what was a lot more important was the other people. Ivan was scary, dangerous, and Mandy kept glancing from Olivia to him and back, remembering what it was like running away, the crush of the mattress slamming her into the bookcase, how she'd almost fallen. Kaya was a wildcard, unpredictable, but she'd killed Amy. That had stuck out. She looked different from at school, like she'd stepped into this place and found her fit. This was too many variables all at once. It would be better if they had more going for them, if Verity was here.
"So nobody move," Mandy added a couple moments later, redundantly, "okay?"
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Fisk spoke towards him and Ivan was already frozen, looking at Kaya, then looking towards the door she'd burst through. With a grimace, he looked at Mandy, Fisk, Olivia.
Then he dropped prone, rolling behind a table. He flexed his arms forwards, the sweater tearing easily around the shotgun, gripping it and pulling it forwards into a firing position.
Then he dropped prone, rolling behind a table. He flexed his arms forwards, the sweater tearing easily around the shotgun, gripping it and pulling it forwards into a firing position.
"Threats don't work when you just said you'd do it anyway."
"Dumbass."
“Simple fucking instructions…” Fisk reiterated.
He began to backpedal to Mandy and Olivia, chicken winging his gun underneath his arm, pointing the barrel between Ivan’s cover, and Kaya.
“Okay then, okay. Not taking me seriously, that’s fine, someone else will suffer it, you already know…” With his free hand he pulled out the filleting knife he used on Gregory.
“Hey Emmy, since you wanna open your fat fffucking mouth, you get to pick the first piece I cut off of ‘Liv here!” He laughed, brandishing the blade.
He trusted Mandy to cover him.
He began to backpedal to Mandy and Olivia, chicken winging his gun underneath his arm, pointing the barrel between Ivan’s cover, and Kaya.
“Okay then, okay. Not taking me seriously, that’s fine, someone else will suffer it, you already know…” With his free hand he pulled out the filleting knife he used on Gregory.
“Hey Emmy, since you wanna open your fat fffucking mouth, you get to pick the first piece I cut off of ‘Liv here!” He laughed, brandishing the blade.
He trusted Mandy to cover him.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
It seemingly took a moment for Kaya to process the scene; Ivan and Fisk facing off, Fisk talking and barking orders, Ivan retorting, the two girls on the far end of the room. She looked between Ivan and Olivia, Fisk and Mandy. She looked over her shoulder.
As soon as Ivan dove behind cover, Kaya mirrored the movement, lunging towards the north corner of the room at her left shoulder. She dashed past Amy's corpse and some others and behind the table Amy had used for cover when Kaya had last been here. She ducked down in the corner, the table angled between the door she came from the the center of the room. Kaya closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and muttered something under her breath.
"Emmy?" she said more loudly after a moment. Kaya's eyebrows knitted, her mouth opened, and she glanced upwards. She peeked back up, over her cover, towards Fisk. Then towards Olivia. She frowned for a few moments as Fisk kept talking.
Kaya rose up from the cover, leveled the rifle across the room, and took two shots, eyes focused on Fisk as he walked towards Olivia. Then she ducked back down, breathing hard and fast.
As soon as Ivan dove behind cover, Kaya mirrored the movement, lunging towards the north corner of the room at her left shoulder. She dashed past Amy's corpse and some others and behind the table Amy had used for cover when Kaya had last been here. She ducked down in the corner, the table angled between the door she came from the the center of the room. Kaya closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and muttered something under her breath.
"Emmy?" she said more loudly after a moment. Kaya's eyebrows knitted, her mouth opened, and she glanced upwards. She peeked back up, over her cover, towards Fisk. Then towards Olivia. She frowned for a few moments as Fisk kept talking.
Kaya rose up from the cover, leveled the rifle across the room, and took two shots, eyes focused on Fisk as he walked towards Olivia. Then she ducked back down, breathing hard and fast.
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Meanwhile, Ivan fired once towards Mandy, intending to send her away from Olivia.
"LIV! ROLL!" he barked, firing the second shot high, over her head.
"LIV! ROLL!" he barked, firing the second shot high, over her head.
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Mary’s hand frantically continued to gesture for Chris to stay down. Thankfully, he backed away from the door and joined her.
She laughed under her breath as she clutched the oar closer to her.
It was funny. They weren’t aching for supplies or anything, so maybe they were just bored. Maybe it was something to do, something to keep your mind from wandering. Food was pointless, wasn’t it? Like, they were pretty stocked up. And like… and like…
A second later, the other door opened, and Mary flinched, scrambling back against the counter and holding her oar out like a shield.
That was Kaya, and she had no idea what she was trying to say. She was out of breath, and the only word Mary got out of that was ‘guns’. Then, she ran out into the hall, before her or Chris could say anything.
Mary looked to Chris for a second, before a door burst open. And that was Ashanti and Anthony, who spotted them just as quickly.
“Great,” she mouthed.
Not only did she had to deal with fundie grossness again, but he had a friend, and it was Ashanti. Another nervous laugh under her breath.
Her heart pounded. A tremble crawled up and down her body.
Mary looked between Chris, the door to the hall, and then Anthony and Ashanti. Do they risk running for it and potentially dealing with the Purge cult? Do they risk dealing with these two? What was a better option?
She laughed under her breath as she clutched the oar closer to her.
It was funny. They weren’t aching for supplies or anything, so maybe they were just bored. Maybe it was something to do, something to keep your mind from wandering. Food was pointless, wasn’t it? Like, they were pretty stocked up. And like… and like…
A second later, the other door opened, and Mary flinched, scrambling back against the counter and holding her oar out like a shield.
That was Kaya, and she had no idea what she was trying to say. She was out of breath, and the only word Mary got out of that was ‘guns’. Then, she ran out into the hall, before her or Chris could say anything.
Mary looked to Chris for a second, before a door burst open. And that was Ashanti and Anthony, who spotted them just as quickly.
“Great,” she mouthed.
Not only did she had to deal with fundie grossness again, but he had a friend, and it was Ashanti. Another nervous laugh under her breath.
Her heart pounded. A tremble crawled up and down her body.
Mary looked between Chris, the door to the hall, and then Anthony and Ashanti. Do they risk running for it and potentially dealing with the Purge cult? Do they risk dealing with these two? What was a better option?
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Just as Chris was forming a plan in his mind, the door behind him was thrown open, jumpscaring him out of his thoughts. He made a half-turn to see Kaya darting across the room, shouting something at them and running straight into the chaos of the banquet hall.
And right after her came Anthony and Ashanti.
Anthony Fucking Golden.
The jerk who had played the big SOTF-hater at school. And now that he was on the show, there had barely been an announcement without his name on it. What a pathetic hypocrite.
A pathetic hypocrite who was now waving at them for whatever reason.
And for whatever reason, Chris decided to raise his left arm which wasn't holding his gun and wave back.
Gunshots reverberated through from the hall into the kitchen. Things were looking grimer by the second.
"After you," Chris offered, pointing at the door.
And right after her came Anthony and Ashanti.
Anthony Fucking Golden.
The jerk who had played the big SOTF-hater at school. And now that he was on the show, there had barely been an announcement without his name on it. What a pathetic hypocrite.
A pathetic hypocrite who was now waving at them for whatever reason.
And for whatever reason, Chris decided to raise his left arm which wasn't holding his gun and wave back.
Gunshots reverberated through from the hall into the kitchen. Things were looking grimer by the second.
"After you," Chris offered, pointing at the door.
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Mandy ducked well before the first blast came her way, mostly in sympathy to Fisk's position in the line of fire. When Ivan did pop out, she was already lunging to the side, and the shot passed harmlessly by to tear streaks into the wall.
What she was not doing was paying attention to Olivia. By the time Mandy glanced at the girl, she was rolling away in the opposite direction, but in the grand scheme of things that really did not matter much at all. Olivia was tied up, and everyone else was shooting, so when Mandy directed her fire, it was towards the ones who could pose a threat.
She'd never fired Seo-yun's shotgun before, and the first attempt, vaguely in Ivan's direction, sent her stumbling, the gun nearly tearing itself out of her arms and the damage concentrated about ten feet above the floor. But Mandy clung to the weapon and snapped another shot off, more towards where Kaya had been. She didn't have a visual on either of them, but for the second shot she aimed more consciously at one of the overturned tables; her aim was wide even of that target but the spray did shave off a chunk from the side, sending the furniture spinning.
Wrong one. No Kaya.
Mandy dropped into a kneel of her own, taking vague shelter behind several overturned chairs, and pumped the shotgun clumsily.
"What now?" she yelled, not even sure if Fisk would hear her.
What she was not doing was paying attention to Olivia. By the time Mandy glanced at the girl, she was rolling away in the opposite direction, but in the grand scheme of things that really did not matter much at all. Olivia was tied up, and everyone else was shooting, so when Mandy directed her fire, it was towards the ones who could pose a threat.
She'd never fired Seo-yun's shotgun before, and the first attempt, vaguely in Ivan's direction, sent her stumbling, the gun nearly tearing itself out of her arms and the damage concentrated about ten feet above the floor. But Mandy clung to the weapon and snapped another shot off, more towards where Kaya had been. She didn't have a visual on either of them, but for the second shot she aimed more consciously at one of the overturned tables; her aim was wide even of that target but the spray did shave off a chunk from the side, sending the furniture spinning.
Wrong one. No Kaya.
Mandy dropped into a kneel of her own, taking vague shelter behind several overturned chairs, and pumped the shotgun clumsily.
"What now?" she yelled, not even sure if Fisk would hear her.