The Next Evening, Pell Has An Unwelcome Guest.

Characters: Pell
NPC: Blaine Garret
Time/Location: Oct 8th, New Orleans, Hotel Ruins
Guest Player: Jade

((Yes I'm accepting random guest NPCs into games, if you'd like to play one, just IM me while I'm online. They can be anyone or anything. Male, Female, Mutant, Human, Any Race, Any Background. I'm just looking for people she might run into. Plot will vary on situation and character provided. Most will be single shot RPs. You'll be credited.))






Pell: ::Pell had been sitting in the same spot, sans bathroom breaks and moving to open another pack of Salem Black Labels, for more then twenty hours. It was dusk again, but she'd barely noticed the pallor descending over the debris riddled street. Her clothes, which she'd been wearing since the night she'd killed Jason, were bloodstained and ripped, though the rips wern't recently accquired at all. Jason's NIN shirt was still hanging loosely over her frame. She was starting to lose weight again since the murder. Her appetite, though finally free of the Legacy nausea, had seemed to disappear with the stench of men's cologne and dried blood that clung to her. She sat, crosslegged and slumped in the damp parking lot to a ruined hotel. Her brain was still filing away happy memories that flooded from the place, glossing over the destructive guilt and grief that ravaged the rest of her mind. The four story building was skeletal and leaned with a dangerous skew. It's foundation had faultered in the flooding and the wind damage from Katrina had blown away most of the roof and destroyed nearly every window. Part of the top floor and roof had caved in, leaving the parking lot dotted with blankets and bad paintings from hotel room walls that had scattered in the subsequent splash of waterlogged wood into empty rooms. The entire place reeked of death and sewage and anything else that might have been spread in the water. Certainly if disease had a particular stench it would cling to everything here like a wet clothes to your skin. Pell had stolen another pair of boots along the road and they knocked with a nervous scraping rhythm against the filty parking lot. Her feet twitched alot now. She didn't notice. In her right hand she still losely held the machete, perched on the end of her bent knee and scraping faintly against the concrete with the shaking. Her left hand held a cigarette. There was no emotion exuding from her. Those blue eyes stared as blankly as a childs scrawled picture.This was her existance now. There was no where to go. She'd gotten through then night before without incident, and had almost been disappointed, had she given it any thought.::



Blaine: ::These were desperate times for many. Even the those who walked around the streets looking like bums had to be careful. Careful to not fall prey to others like themselves... Pell was being watched from the moment she had stepped into the parking lot. He had circled her a few times while walking around the building, kept his distance. But today, today the man wasn't going to hold back. He was one of the many who had been stranded by the hurricane. He was desperate and he had already spotted a few items on the girl which looked like he could benefit from. Not to mention he hadn't had any... Any, yes any... Previously Blaine Garret had lived a chaotic life, he was used to getting into promiscous relationships with women, his police record was not especially clean come to mention it. In fact, a few instances of drug possession, drunk driving, and some domestic violencedotted his recond. He made his way towards the girl, not sure of how to approach her. He wondered if he should just attack her. That would be the wisest wouldn't it? His eyes were intent on the green backpack and her cigarettes... Loot he'd claim maybe after he'd had his way with her...::


Pell: ::Pell wasn't paying any attention to the soft sound of footsteps coming up behind her. Nowadays she didn't entirely trust her ears anyhow, but as deep as she'd carved into the memories that clutched to that hotel like a residue, she wouldn't have noticed even if she had trusted what she heard. Her eyes stayed unfocused, staring unseeing towards the room she and Jason had occupied. Memories surfaced randomly; the time they'd been trippin' and he thought his cell phone ringing was television static in his pocket, the dumb fight they'd had on the phone, so many nights of falling asleep curled up pressed against his back, the drunken nights where she hadn't bothered with sleeping against his back and just let him sleep sprawled across her chest. So many things. So many good memories in hotel rooms,... His surprizing confession of love with an obsenity planted directly in the middle of it for no reason other than Jason couldn't say a sentance without the words fuck or shit somewhere in there. Her cigarette flared in the falling darkness, lighting her face an orange glow. No, she wouldn't have noticed if a whale had fallen out of the sky and landed ten feet behind her.::


Blaine: ::The man took advantage of Pell's distraction. As he continued to approach her, he took out the only weapon he'd been able to save from his scourings for lost items among the fallen buildings, a rather plain steak knife. Now, in this parking lot, he had the chance to a better weapon, but first he'd have fun with the girl... Not like anyone was going to miss her if she was lost. How many people were already lost? And not to mention dead. This girl didn't look like she had anyone around her, no one to care for her. And even if she did, what chances did she have of surviving? Times were rough, she'd be better off dead... At least that’s what he told himself. He moved quickly behind her, pressing the knife firmly against the right side of her neck, right under her chin.:: Get up slowly, and don't say a word, or I'll cut your throat in half. ::His voice was gruff and deep, rather manly... but a bit off... A scary type of manly... ::


Pell: ::Pell felt the press of a blade against her neck, and strangely, happened to be reliving the memory from her birthday at that moment. She and Jason had run off after a crappy distraction in that bar, out into a huge summer storm and he'd taken her to a rooftop. She smiled at the sharp sensation, shuddering slightly with the tremor of pleasure it recalled from that night. Slowly, the man's voice filtered past the tar thick memory and bubbled obscenely into the scene in her head, bursting the moment like a soap bubble. Her smile only grew a little larger as she came back to reality. Someone just threatened her. She turned her throat, scraping the blade lightly across her skin and leaving a thin line of red as she looked up and back at the man with disturbingly blue eyes. They didn't seem to fit her complexion or hair, but were obviously not contacts even in this failing light. She blew a smoke ring and returned to her cheshire grin.:: Go home. Before I show you what your lungs look like. ::The line was delivered in a familliar slasher movie tone::


Blaine: ::Of course, the man wasn't going to let some stupid little bum chick talk to him that way. His left hand darted forward, his hand open to grab the girls neck.:: Don't talk back to me you little bitch. ::His right hand was quite big, so he was still holding the knife in it as he grasped her throat... He was trying to find a place to throw her, maybe slap her around a bit so she wouldn't try anything::


Pell: ::She didn't even blink twice as the man wrapped his ham sized hand around her neck. It stunk of filth and she vaguely remembered leaving her good spiked collar lying next to the bed in that hotel. It felt like so long ago, yet,... just seconds ago she'd done that act.:: Am I supposed to feign fear? ::She fluttered her eyelashes at the man, darker in complexion than she, dirtier too. Her smile hadn't left her expression as she flickered into phase and stood up, and back, leaving his hand hanging in the air uselessly. She stood there, slowly making circles with the phased machete in her right hand, not at all concerned about pointing it at the man less than a foot away from her. Her smoke trailed like vapor in the air, and seemed to become solid, well as solid as smoke can seem, a few inches away from her.::


Blaine: :: The man's eyes widened as soon as Pell phased. What the hell was going on? It then hit him a little late,... Mutant! The stupid little bitch was a mutant. Fuck! He stepped back and watched her.. What was happening? He could still see her, but he coud see more than that, he could see right THROUGH her. Blaine took a few swings at her with the knife, missing each time as it passed though her. He backed away alarmed, but this was his chance... The backpack,... it was right there. Fuck it! He wasn't going to wait around to fight with her. Grab the backpack and run. He stepped up to the backpack, succeeded in picking it up... Now it was time to high tail it out of there... ::


Pell: ::In the run from Logan, she'd become almost hysterical, speeding through red lights in a breakneck escape route as straight as a drunk mosquito could fly. There'd been a horrible accident shortly after she was sure she'd lost him. Of course Fate would allow her to get through every traffic violation she'd racked up during the chase, but the second she was sure she was safe, Luck stepped in and WHAM, some idiot in an SUV had run a red light in front of HER. Going so far over the speed limit she’d stopped trying to figure it out without the little red stick on the dial, Pell slammed into the SUV and almost certainly killed everyone in the vehical. Her powers saved her. As time slowed down from the overdose of surging adrenaline, Pell closed her eyes for impact and felt every muscle under her flesh bunch in fear. And then there was no impact. Nothing. For a moment, she assumed to be dead, and then, like lightning striking, she remembered to open her eyes. Reflex phase. How many times would she be dead if it wern't for her fucking reflex phase? Oh fuck. Now she was cannoning through the air in high speed phase with no hope of slowing down without the wind resistance of being solid, not to mention the decreased gravity pull of her lighter form. SHIT. She panicked, and started to hyperventilate, despite not needing to breath in phase. After a few minutes of waiting for the impending crash. There was still nothing. She hadn't fallen an inch. Several more minutes of perpetual motion and she still hadn't fallen and her brain seemed to feel heavy. Finally she'd stopped freaking out and started wondering what in the flying fuck was,... oh fuck. Pell was flying. She tried to stop. And did. Then floated there a good fifteen feet over the ground, having a mental breakdown at top lung capacity. She'd stolen something else from Jason. Returning to solid form caused her to crash painfully into the ground, then bounce a bit and float nearly an inch off of the surface. She tried to go higher and found she didn't have the strength to move that much weight. Shifting back into phase revealed she could fly again, though not very well. So as her attacker moved to steal her backpack, Pell silently glided around to block his path, shoving the machete into his chest as he ran towards her. It was phased, and she smiled like a jackolanturn, floating backwards to match his speed. Even if he didn't stop, her machete would still be sticking harmlessly out of the unfourtunate man's chest.:: Are you having fun? I am. Are you a smoker? Their lungs are always much more interesting to show off. ::The disjointed sound of her voice echoed in the air as she smiled behind her sardonic tone.::

Blaine: :: Blaine stopped running when he saw the blade on him. He dropped the backpack and looked down wide eyed at the blade that was,... Wait, this was scaring the shit out of him now. Was he dead? What? His confused mind didn't know what to make of this.. The blade was deep in his chest, but he didn't know why it wasn't hurting. What the hell was happening? Was he dead already? He glared at the girl and then quickly his hands went up to his face, he felt himself... Still solid... He looked down, once again, at the blade... What? How? What the hell was happening? ::


Pell: Cat got your tongue? ::She was reveling in the movie line cliches spilling from her smiling lips. Who cared if they sounded outlandish and pre-scripted, most of them were. This was a moment in time Pell had dreams about, a true part of her personality she couldn't extenguish from her plastic face portrayed to the world. She was barely floating, and moved the machete through the man, leaving a cold streak of metal running through his innards as it made it's way to beside his neck. Harmless but nearly orgasmic nonetheless. She swore she could smell his fear.::


Blaine: What the fuck is this? :: Blaine said, terrified now:: You little bitch! ::He contemplated running off again. The fucking backpack,... He stepped back , and as soon as he saw that the blade was no longer at his throat, he started running in the other direction. He was hapless. Blaine had no idea how dead he already was...::


Pell: ::Pell merely floated next to his terrified, fleeing form, tilted in the air with one leg bent. Another Hollywood cliche about flying, your legs must be posed just SO! It wasn't true of course, but why break tradition?:: Keep calling me names and there wont be anything left of you to hide. And I'm looking forward to hiding the body you know. ::The tone of her voice was as sardonic as ever, but with a twinge to it that made it seem as though this were a perfectly normal conversation. She switched out of phase as she made a huge rolling swing with her machete arm, aiming it at his shins with perfectionist detail. The blade manifested solid an inch away from his skin, burying itself deep into his flesh with a wet *shluck* sound.::

Blaine: ::As the girl’s machete cut into both his shins, the pain burst inside his legs. It was hot at first then this overwhelming stinging pain... Blaine screamed as he fell to the ground. He didn't ask anymore questions because the pain was too much. His legs or the parts that he assumed had survived were now felt numb as he lay there in the mud. One thing he wasn't going to be was pitiful. Of course, the yell was because of the pain, but now it was time to be his stupid hapless self again.:: What the fuck do you want?! :: He was in no place to be asking that. Wasn't he the one that attacked first? It would be much easier if we saw his 'victim' asking that. Unfortunately, the tables had turned on him rather quickly. He wasn't expecting to run into a mutant... It never occurred to him.::


Pell: I told you. ::Pell lowered herself to the ground, leaning over him with a canted head. Her shortened hair fell around her face, shadowing her eyes and making the maniacal smile stand out even further in the gray light of the dying sun.:: To find out if you're a smoker. ::She dropped the tail end of the cigarette she'd been holding the entire time, letting it fall cherry first onto the man's stained shirt. Her other hand, all the while sure that he'd be watching her cigarette or her smile, slid soundlessly into her pocket. It reemerged with a butcher knife, new and shiny and stainless. But not for long.::

Blaine: ::Blaine's breathing was faster now, the pain was getting the best of him... He wanted it to just stop.:: You crazy bitch...::This was his first instinct. The first words he could think of uttering as soon as he saw her pull out another knife. Shit. When he tried getting up the pain made him cringe and stumble back. He turned to her and glared again. He would have promised to kill her, and smash her into the ground, but truth was, he wasn't going to win this one. He couldn't even get up, for crying out loud. Yes, Blaine was looking rather pitiful right now. Up from wherever they were, Blaine's former 'victims' would probably be cheering Pell on. It's about time someone taught the fucker a lesson...::

Pell: Shame that got stuck in your legs. ::She indicated the machete with a tilt of her head.:: I wanted to see how well you would run afterwards. ::She stood straight again and shrugged a little.:: Oh well. ::Her smile never faded, her tone of voice never faltered. It was as though this had been practiced, rehearsed, committed to memory, maybe even a second nature, or nature itself. And suddenly, as though a spring had been released from it's confinement, she sprang forward and down, shoving the blade deep into the man's torso, just below his breast bone. It was almost a shame Pell had no idea what the man's full intentions had been, or perhaps she'd have dragged his death out a little longer. As it was, he was going to suffer. Because she just plain wanted him to. The smile edged wider, puncuated by a growing vision of teeth as her lips slid farther apart. She just plain wanted him to suffer.::

Blaine: ::It was too late, but Blaine could really see how not having redeemed himself was going to hurt. The faces of the many victims he'd had in his past flashed right through him.. From people he'd robbed, to women he had treated badly. All of them seemed to be point their finger at him. You should have known this was coming. All of their faces set on him. Their laughter made it the worst. Laughter which he could only hear inside his head. No one but Pell and he were there, but he could very easily see them all laughing at him. You should have known! You shouldn't have done this! Now you know how we felt... ::

Pell: ::The mans eyes were swimming with pain and the glaze of Death's shadow. Pell stared, her expression slowly changing. Her smile slowly melted as she moved away from the dying man. Her arms raised themselves and wrapped around her ribcage very like she were trying to embrace herself.:: ... Jason. ::She said weakly, her eyes filling slowly with tears she thought she'd already cried away. The man was a blur now, a dark figure on the muddy ground, a crimson puddle slowly making a blackened shadow around his gurgling form. Too familiar a sight. Something jerked inside her skull and forced her legs to buckle, and she fell in a crumple, like a marionette who's strings have been suddenly been slashed.:: ... oh god Jason. ::Her voice was cracked now, and she never felt the rocking of her body there on the filthy ground. Never noticed the other knives sticking painfully into her legs. Everything was swimming again, spinning and unreal in her vision.::

Blaine: ::Blaine felt like he was being dragged away... Dragged away by a huge black robed figure... It was going so fast... He could see his own body laying dead and not in a gutter figuratively, but in a gutter for real... He was dead? When he looked to see who was dragging him, or try and make out who this was, his eyes widened. Death had come for him. He was going to pay wasn't he? He kept on being dragged. Only a few seconds later his whole being was consumed by fire... Pure fire.::

Pell: ::She woke with the harsh light of dawn and a stiffness in her legs. Groaning she tried to move and cried out shortly, biting down hard on the sound to cut it off and gritting her teeth as her head swiveled downwards to peer at her pained legs. There was drying blood on her pants, thankfully very little of it. Her fingers twitched as she moved her arms woodenly into her pockets, removing the sticking blades from her thigh. She had to roll over to remove the ones on the other side. That was far more painful. They were already infected from lying in bacteria sodden mud. Events from the night before gurgled to life in her head and she craned her neck to peer at the body not far away from her position on the ground.:: Fuck. ::She whispered, crawling to her knees and grinding her teeth again with the horrible movement. No one had touched her things at least. She swallowed thickly and lit a new cigarette to remove the stale sleep taste from her mouth, staring down at the corpse of a would-be thief. Her blades were collected, though the blood had dried and would have to be washed off later, probably rusted her equipment. Backpack slung across her back, Pell limped back over to the remains of the hotel and stared at it a moment longer. Time to go Evie. Smoke trailing behind her, movements erratic and nearly stumbled, Pellucid, or so she'd like to think her name was, slowly headed back to her stolen car.:: Fuck I need a doctor. ::And regretfully, she headed back towards the city, legs and heart throbbing.::








((p.s. I promise not every NPC will die. heh ))