((Inactive avoidance go.))
This was getting to be ridiculous. How long did it take to patch yourself up from life-threatening wounds? Surely not this long. By god the boredom was mind crushingly dull. But still she had to wait. And so she continued to wait.
"Bored. Bored. Bored bored bored bored bored." She got on the counter once more, put her weapons and pack aside, and lay on her back. "Had I known this would be so boring I'd have brought a book or something." Anastasia closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She felt every rise and fall, the breath entering and leaving her lungs. She lay there until she could not recall how long she had been awake. Seconds, minutes, hours, days and all time lost meaning to her.
And then she spoke. "All is one. One is all. True or false? I am me. You are not me. True or false? Twenty-seven days a gray cat runs along the coast. But fie, the fox comes and burns the house and people roast. What madness lies beyond the veil and gods give us the ghost? And lo, behold my children, your goddess loves you most!"
Her eyes shot open. "Too many loves end in death and blood and gore and hate. I curse the year of darkness sphere and all our souls can wait. The forest knows, the rains they hold the uncreated face. And Xerxes wept and red seas swept the dead unto their place."
She rose, got up from the counter and stood on her feet. "I acquiesce my life, my faith, my host. Come sinner's rise, impious cries, and nephilim to boast. I am the lost, the last, the one who can outshine the sun. But when the battle comes undone the moon is left as one. Come fly with me, my hope, my dreams and roar forevermore. Deus vult, magnificat, you see and so comes now the door. It opens, a torrent of blood descends upon the cursed. And all our lives we rot and wail till stillness becomes worst."
She slowly danced in a circle. "For now comes hate and wretched death, our father and our own. Who gives us breath and holds our lives till seeds of wrath are sown. And what now does all of this mean? What sickness afflicts my mind? Not sick, not dead, not alive, not wed but fearful shadows bind. A poem by Anastasia Arcadia." She bowed again.
Silence once more filled the room.
"I'm gonna assume that was the single weirdest thing anyone has ever done on this show. I haven't seen it all so I don't know for sure. But I feel like this is it. And this is why I try not to be bored. My mind is a strange place, even I know that." She lay back down on the counter and closed her eyes. Maybe this time, get some sleep.
Bitter Dream
Death thread
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There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
Shawn was glad that Sebastien apparently knew what he was doing because otherwise he’d be lost; he had no idea what half of the stuff in the first aid kit was supposed to be despite it all being helpfully labelled with words he didn’t understand. He had to wonder why the shows producers provided them with such a well stocked kit when most of the kids would never make use of it; maybe it was to provide dramatic moments like this, or maybe it was appease some human rights group.
Whatever. A question to ponder in less dire circumstances.
Despite having no more medical knowledge than what he’d picked up from the occasional movie or old medical drama he knew what bandages and gauze were and the saline was clearly labelled. With everything placed on top of the kit he went over to Sebastien, placed it on a sink and got to work. He unscrewed the bottle of saline and picked up a pad of gauze and as he began pouring the former over the latter he heard Jackson ask if Sebastien was a doctor.
"I want to be. Gabe did too. He was going to be an EMT. We took first-aid classes together." And then the words were spilling out of him, in spite of his hoarseness and pain. "He decided he wanted to be an EMT after he got mugged one time and the paramedics took care of him. He lived alone with his mom and wanted to make her proud."
And then he stabbed you with a sword.
Shawn didn’t say anything. It wasn’t fair to think things like that; he didn’t know what Gabriel had been through, before or during this game. He didn’t know how he would have reacted in the same situation; he didn’t even know what had happened.
Usually, he wouldn’t care about any of that. Gabriel had killed someone; a friendly, kind girl who like most of them didn’t deserve to be here. And then he stabbed his own friend, a guy who was now sitting here with a hole in his side and still vouching for him. The fact that said friend was right in front of him was the only reason he kept his mouth shut, it was the only reason he was deciding to give Gabriel at least the respect the recently departed deserved.
Too bad Anastasia hadn’t done the same; Shawn was sure part of the reason Sebastien felt the need to say all that was because of the things Ana had said in anger over Gabriel’s body. Honestly, after he was patched up Shawn couldn’t see Sebastien staying with the group much longer, not with the way tensions had been building between him and Ana.
It would suck to lose a member of the group like that, especially one who knew his medical jargon, and Ana sure as hell wouldn’t like it.
“Sorry. For your friend and for what Ana said… I won’t make excuses for her.” Shawn felt the damp gauze and judged it to be wet enough. He gingerly placed a hand on Sebastien’s side to steady himself and reached out with the gauze. “Hold still. I have a feeling this is going to sting.”
Whatever. A question to ponder in less dire circumstances.
Despite having no more medical knowledge than what he’d picked up from the occasional movie or old medical drama he knew what bandages and gauze were and the saline was clearly labelled. With everything placed on top of the kit he went over to Sebastien, placed it on a sink and got to work. He unscrewed the bottle of saline and picked up a pad of gauze and as he began pouring the former over the latter he heard Jackson ask if Sebastien was a doctor.
"I want to be. Gabe did too. He was going to be an EMT. We took first-aid classes together." And then the words were spilling out of him, in spite of his hoarseness and pain. "He decided he wanted to be an EMT after he got mugged one time and the paramedics took care of him. He lived alone with his mom and wanted to make her proud."
And then he stabbed you with a sword.
Shawn didn’t say anything. It wasn’t fair to think things like that; he didn’t know what Gabriel had been through, before or during this game. He didn’t know how he would have reacted in the same situation; he didn’t even know what had happened.
Usually, he wouldn’t care about any of that. Gabriel had killed someone; a friendly, kind girl who like most of them didn’t deserve to be here. And then he stabbed his own friend, a guy who was now sitting here with a hole in his side and still vouching for him. The fact that said friend was right in front of him was the only reason he kept his mouth shut, it was the only reason he was deciding to give Gabriel at least the respect the recently departed deserved.
Too bad Anastasia hadn’t done the same; Shawn was sure part of the reason Sebastien felt the need to say all that was because of the things Ana had said in anger over Gabriel’s body. Honestly, after he was patched up Shawn couldn’t see Sebastien staying with the group much longer, not with the way tensions had been building between him and Ana.
It would suck to lose a member of the group like that, especially one who knew his medical jargon, and Ana sure as hell wouldn’t like it.
“Sorry. For your friend and for what Ana said… I won’t make excuses for her.” Shawn felt the damp gauze and judged it to be wet enough. He gingerly placed a hand on Sebastien’s side to steady himself and reached out with the gauze. “Hold still. I have a feeling this is going to sting.”
Sebastien gritted his teeth as Shawn pressed the damp gauze to his wound, trying to focus on keeping his breathing steady. Shawn's admittance that he didn't approve of Ana's behavior was something, at least, a little confirmation that not everyone had completely lost their minds yet.
"What does she even think she's doing?" He muttered, more to himself than anyone.
What am I even doing? Why was I running around playing make-believe when my friends were dying?
He'd told himself that he'd keep everyone together, make sure they didn't run off and do something stupid, and then not even ten minutes after he'd woken up, he let himself get swept away with the Lemming Brigade. And for what? Some girl he barely knew, who had a boyfriend, no less?
Some girl, who was out there twirling around in a ballgown, acting like this was just another one of her fantasies. Well, no more. Once he was all bandaged up, he was going to talk to Ana, and he was going to knock some sense into her. And if that turned out to be just as hopeless as their silly little escape plan, then Sebastien was going to find some place where his actions and feelings actually mattered.
"Just wrap some fresh gauze under the bandages when you're done there, and that should do it."
"What does she even think she's doing?" He muttered, more to himself than anyone.
What am I even doing? Why was I running around playing make-believe when my friends were dying?
He'd told himself that he'd keep everyone together, make sure they didn't run off and do something stupid, and then not even ten minutes after he'd woken up, he let himself get swept away with the Lemming Brigade. And for what? Some girl he barely knew, who had a boyfriend, no less?
Some girl, who was out there twirling around in a ballgown, acting like this was just another one of her fantasies. Well, no more. Once he was all bandaged up, he was going to talk to Ana, and he was going to knock some sense into her. And if that turned out to be just as hopeless as their silly little escape plan, then Sebastien was going to find some place where his actions and feelings actually mattered.
"Just wrap some fresh gauze under the bandages when you're done there, and that should do it."
Shawn took care of the triage while Jackson listened to the conversation. The grim cast of his face was a direct consequence of Sebastien telling more than he had ever expected. Once again reality was dropping the brunt of its weight on them.
From the conjecture, the weight had come down on Ana in a different weight. Once again, it was worrisome. Jackson didn't like having his own mild misgivings confirmed.
"I'm not sure she knows what she's doing, man." He said in response to Sebastien.
From the conjecture, the weight had come down on Ana in a different weight. Once again, it was worrisome. Jackson didn't like having his own mild misgivings confirmed.
"I'm not sure she knows what she's doing, man." He said in response to Sebastien.
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Sleep fled from her, restlessness tore away at her being. Ana opened her eyes and got up again. "Why is it taking so long?" She groaned in frustration. Once more she took the weapons in her hands. It just felt right, carrying them. She stopped in the middle of the lobby and sighed. "Count to ten and if they're not out yet I'll drag them out."
"One, two." She started tapping her foot impatiently.
"Three, four, five." Her foot tapping was becoming more rapid and louder.
"Six, seven, eight, nine." She turned toward the restroom door.
"Ten. Time's up people. Let's go." She stomped up to the door.
"If you're doing locker room talk or some shit I'm gonna be pissed off."
"One, two." She started tapping her foot impatiently.
"Three, four, five." Her foot tapping was becoming more rapid and louder.
"Six, seven, eight, nine." She turned toward the restroom door.
"Ten. Time's up people. Let's go." She stomped up to the door.
"If you're doing locker room talk or some shit I'm gonna be pissed off."
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
“She thinks she’s saving all of us. She knows exactly what she’s doing.” It was nice to sound so sure, Shawn just wished he felt as confident as he sounded. He exhaled a nervous breath; Anastasia had snapped earlier, there was no other way to describe the way she had yelled and raged at Gabriel’s body. And just a few minutes ago he had seen her, caught her, licking blood off of her hand. He couldn’t honestly say he was as confident in her as he had been back at the hotel when she had confided in him her plan.
He was starting to doubt her sanity as much as the others.
“At least she used to. She’s starting to slip and I’m worried about her.”
Standing up Shawn tossed the wet and bloody gauze into a sink before retrieving a fresh one from the first aid kit. He went to grab the bandages as well before realising that he would have trouble holding the gauze in place while also wrapping the bandages around Sebastien’s torso. He turned to Jackson and held out the gauze to him.
“Can you hold this in place while I put the bandages on?”
He was starting to doubt her sanity as much as the others.
“At least she used to. She’s starting to slip and I’m worried about her.”
Standing up Shawn tossed the wet and bloody gauze into a sink before retrieving a fresh one from the first aid kit. He went to grab the bandages as well before realising that he would have trouble holding the gauze in place while also wrapping the bandages around Sebastien’s torso. He turned to Jackson and held out the gauze to him.
“Can you hold this in place while I put the bandages on?”
The patching up was more or less finished when Ana's voice drifted in, and what she had to say only served to add more fuel to Sebastien's aggravation.
He waited for Shawn to tape the bandages in place before stepping away from the wall and grabbing the spare shirt out of his bag. It was a bold red t-shirt with SOTF CHAMPIONS emblazoned on the front in gold, something he only would have spared a disparaging look under any other circumstances. He just let out a frustrated breath and pulled it over his head, careful not to brush the bandages around his middle. After a second's hesitation, he picked his hoodie up again and pulled it back on too. It was black, the blood didn't really show up on it, and he wasn't dumb enough to run around when it was below freezing in just a t-shirt.
He made his way out without waiting for Shawn and Jackson, shoving the bathroom door open and coming face to face with Ana again. She looked displeased. Good.
"Sorry," Sebastien said with exaggerated sarcasm. "Was making sure that I didn't bleed to death taking too long, Your Highness?"
He waited for Shawn to tape the bandages in place before stepping away from the wall and grabbing the spare shirt out of his bag. It was a bold red t-shirt with SOTF CHAMPIONS emblazoned on the front in gold, something he only would have spared a disparaging look under any other circumstances. He just let out a frustrated breath and pulled it over his head, careful not to brush the bandages around his middle. After a second's hesitation, he picked his hoodie up again and pulled it back on too. It was black, the blood didn't really show up on it, and he wasn't dumb enough to run around when it was below freezing in just a t-shirt.
He made his way out without waiting for Shawn and Jackson, shoving the bathroom door open and coming face to face with Ana again. She looked displeased. Good.
"Sorry," Sebastien said with exaggerated sarcasm. "Was making sure that I didn't bleed to death taking too long, Your Highness?"
Uncomfortable situations were getting more so. Ana was bad enough, but Sebastient was getting to the point of firing back. Jackson had taken it in stride at first, but it was starting to get a little disconcerting. They had better things to do than bicker.
"Hey man, easy." He said, taking a stab at peacemaker. "Bigger problems and everything, you know?"
Jackson looked down at one of the sleeves of his mariachi jacket, noting that a little of Sebastien's blood had gotten there during the triage process. He wiped at it vainly, the product of an unnerved feeling. Everything about the place had turned uncomfortable, and this was just the latest on the list.
"Hey man, easy." He said, taking a stab at peacemaker. "Bigger problems and everything, you know?"
Jackson looked down at one of the sleeves of his mariachi jacket, noting that a little of Sebastien's blood had gotten there during the triage process. He wiped at it vainly, the product of an unnerved feeling. Everything about the place had turned uncomfortable, and this was just the latest on the list.
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"At least you haven't ruined the carpeting, Marquess." Ana retorted. "Let's not stand on ceremony. This place is no longer safe. We leave immediately. I've taken the liberty of adding to our arsenal from the weapons of the dead attacker. I'll distribute them as I see fit later. Forward unto duty, people. Your Empress commands it."
Anastasia didn't wait for a reply before gathering her things and stepping outside. She stopped by Gabriel's body one last time. "It was a nice try, murderer. But not good enough."
She stepped over the remains and walked away. Her blood boiled within her. Bellamy was becoming more and more irritating. Were he not nearly dead already she'd have put him in his place. How merciful of her not to. He should grovel at her feet as thanks.
Or maybe he should go ahead and off himself if he's so suicidal as to anger her.
Either way was fine by Anastasia.
((Anastasia Arcadia continued in Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound))
Anastasia didn't wait for a reply before gathering her things and stepping outside. She stopped by Gabriel's body one last time. "It was a nice try, murderer. But not good enough."
She stepped over the remains and walked away. Her blood boiled within her. Bellamy was becoming more and more irritating. Were he not nearly dead already she'd have put him in his place. How merciful of her not to. He should grovel at her feet as thanks.
Or maybe he should go ahead and off himself if he's so suicidal as to anger her.
Either way was fine by Anastasia.
((Anastasia Arcadia continued in Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound))
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
It wasn’t at all surprising when Sebastien and Anastasia started trading shots, but Shawn still felt the bottom fall out of the pit in his stomach when he heard them. He had expected Sebastien to reach breaking point soon – with the injury, his friend dying and his friend being the one who had caused the injury there was a lot of stuff lining up to push him over the edge – but he had hoped it wouldn’t be so soon and he had hoped, though he suspected it was a futile hope, that Ana wouldn’t say anything else that would anger him further.
They could at least have given him time to wash the blood off his hands.
At least Jackson was a cool head in such a situation; Shawn doubted it would be enough to calm either of the two down but at least someone was trying to keep things together. It was a bad state of affairs when the mariachi was the one with the most common sense.
Shawn packed up the first aid kit and moved it aside. He twisted the tap on the sink and was glad to see the pipes still worked; he began scrubbing Sebastien’s blood off his hands. His ‘wedding ring’ was ruined, the strip of material completely stained red; to be honest in all that had happened he had forgotten about it. He hoped Ana wouldn’t be too mad when she saw it.
As he watched the water turn red and his hands gradually show more of his own skin he listened to Ana; they were moving, again. No arguments from this corner at least; Shawn didn’t want to stay here any longer than he had to after what had just happened. Besides, if they wanted to convince people to join them then they should find somewhere else to hold up; he was thinking having a dead body right outside the door was more of a deterrent than an invitation, that could just be him though.
His only concern was whether or not Sebastien would be able to make a long journey with his injuries. Granted Shawn didn’t know anything about medicine but he hadn’t even been stitched up; if anything happened out there and Sebastien started to really bleed there wouldn’t be anything they could do.
He would have said something, but Ana was already out the door before he could even turn the tap off. Turning to the other two all he could do was shrug. “Considering she has all the weapons, I think we should follow her.”
He grabbed his stuff and hurried after her; he’d have to leave Sebastien to Jackson if he needed help moving, he didn’t want to lose Ana if she got too far ahead. That, and maybe he could use the alone time to try and figure out where her head was at right now.
((Shawn Thornton continued elsewhere.))
They could at least have given him time to wash the blood off his hands.
At least Jackson was a cool head in such a situation; Shawn doubted it would be enough to calm either of the two down but at least someone was trying to keep things together. It was a bad state of affairs when the mariachi was the one with the most common sense.
Shawn packed up the first aid kit and moved it aside. He twisted the tap on the sink and was glad to see the pipes still worked; he began scrubbing Sebastien’s blood off his hands. His ‘wedding ring’ was ruined, the strip of material completely stained red; to be honest in all that had happened he had forgotten about it. He hoped Ana wouldn’t be too mad when she saw it.
As he watched the water turn red and his hands gradually show more of his own skin he listened to Ana; they were moving, again. No arguments from this corner at least; Shawn didn’t want to stay here any longer than he had to after what had just happened. Besides, if they wanted to convince people to join them then they should find somewhere else to hold up; he was thinking having a dead body right outside the door was more of a deterrent than an invitation, that could just be him though.
His only concern was whether or not Sebastien would be able to make a long journey with his injuries. Granted Shawn didn’t know anything about medicine but he hadn’t even been stitched up; if anything happened out there and Sebastien started to really bleed there wouldn’t be anything they could do.
He would have said something, but Ana was already out the door before he could even turn the tap off. Turning to the other two all he could do was shrug. “Considering she has all the weapons, I think we should follow her.”
He grabbed his stuff and hurried after her; he’d have to leave Sebastien to Jackson if he needed help moving, he didn’t want to lose Ana if she got too far ahead. That, and maybe he could use the alone time to try and figure out where her head was at right now.
((Shawn Thornton continued elsewhere.))
Well. That settled that, then.
Ana was either well and truly off the deep end, or just so self-absorbed that everything was second to her little imaginary world. Sebastien didn't have the energy or the proper mindset to deal with either, and things weren't about to improve.
He watched stone-faced as Ana set out with Shawn on her heels. Shawn was probably trying to smooth things over, good loyal lapdog that he was. Sebastien almost called out after him to not waste his time and effort.
Enough of this. Enough of the bowing and scraping to Ana's delusional bullshit. He'd wait out the day with the group, gather up what he needed, and then he was gone.
It was time to stop playing pretend and start looking for the people that really mattered.
((Sebastien Bellamy continued in Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound))
Ana was either well and truly off the deep end, or just so self-absorbed that everything was second to her little imaginary world. Sebastien didn't have the energy or the proper mindset to deal with either, and things weren't about to improve.
He watched stone-faced as Ana set out with Shawn on her heels. Shawn was probably trying to smooth things over, good loyal lapdog that he was. Sebastien almost called out after him to not waste his time and effort.
Enough of this. Enough of the bowing and scraping to Ana's delusional bullshit. He'd wait out the day with the group, gather up what he needed, and then he was gone.
It was time to stop playing pretend and start looking for the people that really mattered.
((Sebastien Bellamy continued in Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound))
The tension seemed to cord up into thick cables. Something had gone awry, and Jackson was copping to it. But he still didn't have much of a say in the matter. He didn't feel up to striking out alone. These guys, they were mostly ok, right?
The group packed up and left, and El Mariachi followed, hoping the moment was just that; a moment.
((Jackson King continued elsewhere))
The group packed up and left, and El Mariachi followed, hoping the moment was just that; a moment.
((Jackson King continued elsewhere))