Scanning the heavens ..
Commons
She's too damn stubborn and there are too many people living in her head for J to take her out. They kept her with a concussion for days. Strapped her down and let her sit in her own filth.
Then took her to the showers on the fifth day, stripped her and hosed her down. Wrapped her in the hug me jacket and tossed her in the padded room to think about what she'd done.She thought about it. She was amazing, that night. J on the other hand was going to get his. You just wait.
They'd finally let her out of the padded room and at this very moment she was getting the perp walk from the dank dungeon to the crusty commons. They still had her wrapped in that hug me jacket. Her hair was all over the place and she didn't look happy.
She was behaving for the moment. Two orderlies leading her out like her own personal bodyguards.
She still had a few slight bruises on her face and neck and a goose egg on her head .
All it did was jostle around the personalities that live inside there. Got them all a little closer so they could converse and plot revenge.Everyone knows, when Claire's quiet. That means there's a storm coming.
A good storm or bad one, that's a toss of the coin.
drinks while bored thinking over doing things I shouldn't do
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enyah has started a new game with the following players:
enyah
drinks in the quiet bar
Commons
She was a bundle of various emotions at the moment.
Pissed off because she'd missed the debut.
She'd heard all about it... naturally but but...Then there's
Scared because no one has been forthcoming with ANY information on her condition.
Ugh!
No no NO!
No not her mental condition silly as that's pretty damn obvious.
She'd gotten HURT and no one is saying anything!Most of the time that's a VERY scary thing around here.
Now you see em...
Now you don't...She's trying really REALLY hard not to imagine the very worst but can you honestly blame her in it being just there in the back of her mind after the happenings surrounding Jinx disappearance?
The orderlies are avoiding her for the time being.
Moody would be putting it lightly.She's taken to pacing now...
Back and forth from one window on the right side of the room to the window opposite it on the left.
Sacred Heart Mental Asylum
She was a bundle of various emotions at the moment.
Pissed off because she'd missed the debut.
She'd heard all about it... naturally but but...Then there's
Scared because no one has been forthcoming with ANY information on her condition.
Ugh!
No no NO!
No not her mental condition silly as that's pretty damn obvious.
She'd gotten HURT and no one is saying anything!Most of the time that's a VERY scary thing around here.
Now you see em...
Now you don't...She's trying really REALLY hard not to imagine the very worst but can you honestly blame her in it being just there in the back of her mind after the happenings surrounding Jinx disappearance?
The orderlies are avoiding her for the time being.
Moody would be putting it lightly.She's taken to pacing now...
Back and forth from one window on the right side of the room to the window opposite it on the left.
NCPD
The mass of tendons and arteries, extended grotesquely out of the right hand of Felix push further into Mac's body. wiring reaching out to forcibly handshake the cybernetics that existed within the dying man. He, like all NCPD officers, had standard-issue Cybernetics that allowed him to compete with the criminals that existed within the city.Cybernetics that, if fooled by a new prime directive, one that had a physical battering ram to expel the ICE systems within, could conceivably take control of those cybernetics...
MacTarnahan's limbs straighten in a bone-cracking rictus.
He goes from lying on his back, to performing a bridge, like a gymnastic floor routine. Only his elbows wrench and turn in a tendon-snapping cruelty to make his new quadpedal ambulation a bit easier from his spine. His belly raised skyward like the thorax of a spider.
His head hung loose, upside down as he scurried unnaturally toward you, Seemingly leading Felix like a pet, his leash a twisted amalgamation of artery and tendon, cybernetic cabling and gore.
"šš¢š° šš¢ššÆ, ā kš«š¬š“."
The voice different this time, strum from a thicker set of stringers, set wider.
Because the sound came from the open mouth and lolling tongue of Mactarnahan's scurrying body.
The Left hand of felix begins to make noise. The gaseous sound of cracking bone and twisting ligament. Pops and snaps as the wrist is seemingly filleted open from the inside.
Wiring and flesh, an unholy communion of the two, pushing itself out to touch against the blacktop, Snaking it's way to you.
Does her almost nightly drop in.
keeps an eye out for more directors and producers sense I missed the last one
Piffle, 60 is the new 40 (even if it feels like 80!).happy Birthday BI!
(step)mom?
Tiptoes in and gives you a nice, juicy wet willy then darts back out
NCPD
ellspeth, very sorry to hear you are sick, but happy to hear of all the ways you are living well in spite of it. Hugs and kisses right back at you, and adding my prayers to the pool of them in this post.
takes my drink and looks around the bar
steps up to the bartender and orders a drink
NCPD
NCPD
Felix's mouth hung open wide, as the tendril that entered into Porter's nose is drawn back out, pulling a mess of wires, presumably from a chipset set deep within his hippocampus by NCPD Ripperdocs.The body of Porter collapses as the Brain was no longer sending signals to stand, or of any other kind. The nose bleed gushing out of his nostril had flakes of bone and brainmatter like melting icecubes, dribbling over his lip.
"What the fu—" McTarnahan's hands were fumbling for his service weapon, his directive to call the station after his expletive were cut off by the flutter of the coat on Felix. His right hand shot upward, palm facing out, the skin from fingertip to wrist flayed open as artery and tendon are launched in a swirling spear, interlaced with wiring and electronics. Catching him in the throat, splattering blood from his own healthy vitae to spill in a high pressured arc across the open-air cart-pod.
The smell now was oppressive, billowing out from the clothing, the open wounds, and the now sloughing skin from Felix, as his head turns to look at you, one jaundiced eyeball focusing. Mouth Slack, hanging open.
Vocal chords strummed like guitar strings, a discord of noise, bent by modulation and will into words.
"ššš“š«š. šš¬š² š°š„š¬š²š©š” š„šš³š¢ š°š±š¬ššš¢š” š©š¬š¬kš¦š«š¤."
And the body horror that was just a sickly-looking man begins to advance on you, chrome shining beneath the putrid skin missing in slivers and chunks.