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𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 [𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂] 𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ([personal profile] commarogue) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2010-01-21 07:24 pm
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closed | in progress [4/8 threads finished] | got no salvation, got no religion

Who: [livejournal.com profile] commarogue, [livejournal.com profile] idkmybfftony, [livejournal.com profile] watchful_knight, [livejournal.com profile] ethereallawyer, [livejournal.com profile] 2ndhandlion, [livejournal.com profile] geokinetic, [livejournal.com profile] wayward_sam, [livejournal.com profile] yes_imagenius, [livejournal.com profile] bloodcakedarmor, [livejournal.com profile] bloodluna, [livejournal.com profile] manticorean, [livejournal.com profile] viva_la_impala, [livejournal.com profile] kyokugen_sun, [livejournal.com profile] saved_ur_ass
Where Kitchen, hallways between there and Sam Winchester's floor, outside in front of the mansion
When: Bendy time to Friday evening (enjoy the benefits of bendytime?)
Rating: R (violence, language, multiple character deaths)
Summary: Faith finally snaps, enjoying a killing spree and some of the characters rally to stop her.
Notes: This log post will act as the main action post for the immediate mini!plot. This just means that all of the things we've discussed in email should probably occur here, in the threads I've set up, to make everything easy to handwave and bendytime. If any of you want to play out anything else, feel free to make another thread or your own post, however you wanna do it. If you can OOCly link back to this post, or the corresponding thread(s) when you post to the characters' journals, that would rock but it's just a suggestion to keep everyone on the same page. Feel free to melee tag at all of these threads, and vague it up whenever details that haven't been played out happen. If I missed anything as always, let me know and let's go have some fun!
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The last snap is tiny; like the subtle sound she makes when stepping on a twig out in the forest. Only the forest doesn't help her escape anymore. Faith's gone blind, and she roams through the mansion looking for something to stop the thoughts in her head. Waking up out of a fucking video game that she hadn't even realized wasn't normal had been just another mind fuck, enough to push her over that last little edge she'd been hanging onto. Electricity hums through her muscles, but another fight isn't going to cut it; bruises only hurt so long, broken bones set and heal too quickly to distract from the real pain. She stinks of smoke and alcohol and it doesn't help anymore, doesn't cover up the smell of blood on her hands. So why keep trying to escape?
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commarogue: ([pissed] kick in the shins)

001 | stalking america in the kitchen

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Faith stalks her way down the hall, tracking her first target down to the kitchen. She's banking on an element of surprise. If she can kill America, it's about as good as painting a target on her chest; even that creepy fucker Saix said something about dealing out justice personally if someone pulled stupid shit again. Faith was kind of a pro at stupid shit, if she were to say so herself.

She's quiet as she enters, hoping he doesn't hear but not really caring if he does. It'd be a shame if it were over too quickly, and he had enough time to pull that gun on her. The knife slips easily into her hand from her hip and she moves in close, aiming to slide it into his side and nick a major organ if she can. If that's how these Nation fuckers work.

001 | stalking america in the kitchen

[identity profile] idkmybfftony.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
America was starting to feel better about himself. Honestly. He's regaining his optimism, and nobody's been attacking him (though he has a gun, just in case) so all those threats were really irrelevant at this point. Maybe they all forgot?

They probably did. After all, it wasn't America's fault. And he kind of apologized. So yeah.

So danger averted, for now, America's in the kitchen, feeling like a burger. He's humming to himself, guard down as usual when there's no immediate threat to his safety though occasionally sings in between the humming as he grills a burger on the stove.

"Hmm hmm two all beef patties... hmmm hmm.. special sauce, lettuce, hmmm hmm on a sesame seed bu-"

...wait. What is that? At first it's just annoying, but when he turns to try to see what it is, then it gradually starts hurting like a bitch.

He's not a stranger to pain. Nor is he one to being stabbed, apparently.

"H-HEY!" He swings his arm back, not seeing who attacked yet but reacting on instinct, to back hand Faith with his strength behind it. Which means he's swinging power equivalent to a truck, since he's so hardcore.
commarogue: ([happyish] falling so hard for the chaos)

001 | stalking america in the kitchen

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing she's on her game, though she isn't so much on it that she completely dodges the swing. America's hand glances off of her cheek, which feels like the equivalent of a head-on punch from a daddy vamp. And that's saying something.

Faith curses as she dances back, pulling the knife with her. Fuck, she was not expecting the kid to pack that much power - why the hell did he need a gun at all? The blade spins once in her hands, while Faith reassesses her situation with a grin. It's not exactly the sane version of a grin, a little lopsided and the bloodlust in her eyes doesn't help either. "Ooh, getting fresh on the first date. My kinda dog."

She dances forward again, aiming a kick at his knees and a jab to the side before moving to dance away again.
commarogue: ([cynic] sunshine and puppies right?)

002 | escaped and run into mia, mia's death

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
She tears ass out of the kitchen, turning to head toward the stairs when she runs into a woman she vaguely recalls seeing on the network before. Without thinking, she reaches out to grab her while she rushed up the stairs, practically dragging the poor woman with her. Foresight was never something Faith had, but she was pretty sure this bitch saw what happened, and she needed to get away from the kitchen. Which means lawyer-bitch gets to tag along.

002 | escaped and run into mia, mia's death

[identity profile] ethereallawyer.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mia had just been on her way to the kitchens when she noticed the fight break out. A frown creased her face and she was in the middle of calling for help when the kitchen door burst open. The defense attorney let out a yelp as she was grabbed and dragged up the stairs, crashing into the wall.

"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to drag her feet behind her as much as she could.
commarogue: ([pissed] kick in the shins)

002 | escaped and run into mia, mia's death

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
She's not all that heavy, and Faith just hoists Mia up harder so that her feet thump against the stairs on the way up. Thump, thump, thump. Once they're around a corner on the floor above, Faith shoves her back into a wall and doesn't move her hand from Mia's shoulder.

"Sure, I'll let you go. Once you tell me what you didn't see." She doesn't really care if Mia cooperates. Her free hand is already twitching at her side, toward the knife she used on America.

It's not working the way Faith had intended. America and his buddy were still alive, even though they were injured, and she needed to up the ante. Which might mean piling up the bodies.
commarogue: ([happyish] free to do whatever)

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Faith has a heading in mind, now that she's already started a veritable killing spree. Nobody was acting as fast as she wanted, and once she began the descent, she was quick to continue. There was one person she could count on to get the job done, and it meant having to do something drastic. She's calm, poker-faced, as she huffs her way up the stairs, two at a time. The floor's calm when she reaches it and makes her way down the hall, unsure of where exactly his room was. Ruby'd mentioned the number to her before, what was it?

Rounding the corner, Faith's neck prickles. She whirls around to search the area for someone approaching, and when she sees nothing, continues her purposeful stride, anyone that sees her would be able to tell that she's hurrying.

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

[identity profile] 2ndhandlion.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't sure why the woman had snapped, only that she had, and from the network, she was dangerous and not to be underestimated. Hubb had gone through too many wars to give people second chances -- and it wasn't like death was permanent here.

When he caught sight of the woman covered in blood, he emptied his shotgun, dropped it, and switched on the light saber in a fluid set of movements.
commarogue: ([pissed] kick in the shins)

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
She almost didn't see him, if the ridiculous weapon didn't draw her attention she wouldn't have. Confusion flits across her face before settling into something resembling glee. And determination.

Faith flicks her head, sweeping some hair out of her face, and digs her hands into both internal pockets to pull out a couple knives. She wanted it to stop, she needed someone determined to stop her and the old man looked like he was hunting her down. Maybe she was at the end of the road finally.
commarogue: ([hurt] still fighting it)

004 | fighting terra, killing sam

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
As much as she wants to, Faith doesn't have time to kill off some old man when she has a specific room to get to. Hubb breathes deep as Faith wheels away, leaving his unconscious body in the middle of the hallway; just a trail of bodies leading whoever picks them up straight to her.

The number finally popping into her head, Faith bangs against Sam's door. "Yo! Open up, it's uh, Faith. I'm a friend of Ruby's? It's sort of important," her voice is smooth and somewhat calm, despite the rasp from smoking too many cigarettes. Like she'd be asking to borrow a cup of sugar or whatever the hell neighbors did. Not like she'd know, her neighbors had always been crackheads and whores.

004 | fighting terra, killing sam

[identity profile] wayward-sam.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sam was just about to shoot a reply to Dean, who'd made a comment on the network about a girl named Faith, wondering if he needed to be on the lookout for her. He flinches when someone starts banging on his door, though he freezes at his desk when he hears who it is. Well... no, that isn't ironic in the slightest.

But if she claimed to be a friend of Ruby's, what does that mean for Sam? Does she have some kind of demonic psychic crazy whatsis condition that made her snap? If so, Sam can't waste time hesitating. He's fairly sure that he'd be able to take care of one girl going through a meltdown. He'd taken on worse.

With that in mind, he gets up and quickly strides towards the door, pausing for only a moment before opening it a crack. He doesn't really want to get into a physical altercation with her if something really is wrong, so he banks on being quick enough to slam the door back in her face if Dean's assessment of her being buckets of crazy seems true.

"What's up?"
commarogue: ([neutral] not too sure about you though)

004 | killing sam, fighting terra? | switching up for timelines purposes i suppose 8D

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
She's covered in blood: her own, America's, Mia's and now Hubb's. Faith's starting to panic and second guess herself on this whole thing, especially because wow Ruby wasn't lying. The dude did look like an overgrown puppy. The suspicious kind that was waiting for her to stab him. Her expression closes off a little, but she probably looks worried.

"Guess my rep precedes me," she says backing up a few steps. This shouldn't be hard for her. She could have her hands on that door and ripping it open, probably break the hinges if she wanted to. But she was stopping, waiting for something. Maybe she could stop it all right here.

Maybe she didn't have to take out Ruby's world.
commarogue: ([neutral] that's fucked up dude)

005 | FBI intervention; reid's murder

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
The network's brimming with activity, finally, of people coordinating to come stop Faith. She can hear above and below her as people came to rescue their friends and stop the psycho. Faith presses a kiss to Sam's warm forehead, ignoring the ragged breaths he's struggling to take and whirls around to rush toward the window at the end of the hallway. Tucking her head and bracing her shoulder against it, Faith crashes through the glass, stretching out as gravity takes her and then tucking again to roll with the landing.

The ground wavers a little before her eyes, and she shakes the pieces of glass out of her hair, picks a jagged slice out of her bicep to throw it down to the side. She can't help it; she looks back up at the window she's come out of, grinning slightly to herself that she's still got it.

Re: 005 | FBI intervention; reid's murder

[identity profile] yes-imagenius.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Reid only caught the tail end of Sam's murder and Faith's crash through the window. He'd been in the library, playing chess against himself and he'd turned off the communicating device so he could concentrate. When he headed out of the library, he flipped it back on to catch Faith kissing Sam on the forehead and diving out the window in a dramatic escape.

He sends a private message to Derek. "Hey Morgan, I don't know if you've seen what's on the network but meet me outside on the lawn. Bring your gun and be careful. Stay back. I want to talk to her."

He has some emotional investment in Faith. They've talked and he'd thought he could save her. Really save her in a way that he couldn't save his Mom or Adam or any of the others. When he steps out onto the lawn to confront Faith, he has his hands raised. He doesn't have his vest on and his gun is upstairs.

"Faith, it's Reid. That was an pretty impressive tuck and roll you did."

For once, he doesn't stutter. This is sort of what Reid does best.

Re: 005 | FBI intervention; reid's murder

[identity profile] bloodcakedarmor.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek had kind of been keeping track. And once he saw the whole Sam killing, he was already grabbing his gun. This place and these people played by a whole different set of rules. No way he wasn't going in there armed when the girl he'd met a few days ago was clearly insane and on an it's okay to kill spree.

Then he got Reid's message and that set him into high gear. Reid was the only person here he completely trusted right now. Reid was like family. And really, no one messed with his family without his getting involved.

He hurried downstairs, keeping hidden just inside the door with the door open so he could keep track of what was happening. His weapon was drawn, the safety off so that he could shoot if things went south. Normally, he'd think to talk first like Reid or fight his way out of this. But this was anything but normal. Reid had a habit of putting himself out there though, which was both irritating and endearing. But with crazy killer super-powered girl on the loose? Right now it was irritating and not too bright for a genius. Endearing would come later.

He waited, keeping out of sight.
commarogue: ([happyish] hah sure fuck you too)

005 | FBI intervention; reid's murder

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She spun around, surprised and drawing the last knife she stowed on her person. When she saw Reid's face, she couldn't help but soften a little, which only made her harden worse when she realized what the fuck the little twerp had just said. It wouldn't be wrong to resemble her to a rabid cornered dog.

"Don't start that shit with me," she near spat at him. Faith knew what he wishes he could do, but she can't be saved. Not now, not ever. And she'll be fucked if Reid thinks he can make this better. Her eyes darted to Derek (and to his gun) when he approached and then back to Reid, bringing a smile to her face. "You know, Feds couldn't catch me back home. What makes you think you two are any different?"

If she ran her mouth long enough, maybe she could get his buddy to shoot her. Maybe Reid would get the point here, stop trying to be a knight in shining armor and wise up. Run away. They probably thought two against one gave them a shot right then. But Reid was a lot closer than Derek and she was pretty fast, and had no problem taking a shot to take Reid down with her. As it was, she stood her ground, waiting to hear just a little more,see which way over the fence she'd fall.
commarogue: ([pissed] STAKE YOU IN THE FACE GDI)

006 | fighting saix

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
She has to get away from the bodies. Her heart's threatening to explode in her chest from being hitched up so fast, and Faith stumbles backwards away from Reid and his stupid friend. Fucking Feds, had to stick their noses in everything.

Faith's feet pound against the ground as she heads to the front of the mansion, she isn't even sure what she's doing anymore. Escape. She just had to escape. Get out, find a way to get out and stop it all. Where's Ruby, why hasn't she hunted Faith down yet? Put down the rabid dog that Faith is.

006 | fighting saix

[identity profile] bloodluna.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
People had died. More than one, and in all likelihood, there would be more to come unless someone did come to put the rabid dog down. Saix had long made his views on the matter known, and still, killing one another was a favoured pastime in the mansion.

Saix would have dealt with them all in the same way. There were more after this one, out of revenge, or affection for those hurt, but despite the death of Mia, Saix approached the matter with the same cool detachment as he had shown when it had been Beast Boy. When it had been America.

This was getting to become a habit.

It felt as though he'd chased this girl, Faith, around the mansion once already, trying to keep up with her movements, but now he saw her, and he walked towards her, a blue haired man with a scar between his eyes, and no weapon in his hands, wearing nothing more than a floor length leather coat, and leather boots, and leather trousers.

And the gloves.

All the protection he needed against the Darkness, and at times like this he wore it still, just in case. Even if the Darkness was inside.

"So you would be Faith," he said, in a calm voice, one empty hand reaching out into the air, and with a noise like a sword being pulled from its sheath the claymore appeared, and opened, clanging metal as the sword and its spikes fell into existence in Saix's hand.

"I want to see you die fighting."
commarogue: ([hurt] still fighting it)

006 | fighting saix

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you must be Biker Smurf," she answered, and it might as well be a resounding 'fuck you.' Faith knew a little bit about having darkness inside, what with all demon descendant bullshit flowing through her veins, but she was looking to tap into hers through this entire ordeal. An ordeal that had grown much larger than she expected.

Faith's eyes practically glinted when the weapon just fucking appeared out of nowhere. She had a list of favorite weapons to fight with, and this one was just about topping that list by far.

With it's appearance, and her now weaponless state, any rejoinder Faith might have come up with died in her throat. She looked around the lawn for anything she could use against Biker Smurf and his Staff O' Smurfdom as she slowly backed up a few steps. The cuts on her face that Mia had delivered didn't burn anymore; if she didn't die, they'd heal up by tomorrow. But the gouge from Hubb and the glancing blow from Derek's shot remind her that she's at a major disadvantage here. Good.

"Yeah, get in line." It's lacking punch, but Faith doesn't care all that much.

006 | fighting saix

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commarogue: ([pissed] kick in the shins)

007 | dean, max and ryohei catch up to the action

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
He's not the person she wanted to come look for her to avenge Sam. As it is, she's not hesitant, just tired, and she turns slowly to face where the yelling is coming from. Dean's face is red and she's pretty sure he's got a gun on him. She shrugs, shutting down the guilt she'd felt before the fight with Saix, and twirls his enormous weapon in her deft hands.

She ignores the others - they don't have a stake in this scuffle like Dean does. Faith doesn't gloat, though, like she usually would. Doesn't make a sexual remark, or even grin. Her face is grave as he closes the distance between them.

007 | dean I Bringing a gun to a knife fight

[identity profile] viva-la-impala.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sure enough, the barrel of the gun is trained at the spot between Faith’s eyes. Dean’s trigger finger looks damn itchy too, as his entire body shakes with suppressed rage. Dean prided himself on keeping his cool in most situations. He may have gotten cocky or hot headed, but he very rarely outright lost it. Faith, however, had hit Dean right in his Achilles heel. Sam. Take out Sam and the whole tough façade just fell to pieces like the straw figure it was.

Taking note of the large spiked cudgel in Faith’s hands Dean’s eyes widen. Siax unarmed? He’d never thought such a thing possible. The man was a goddamn tank, making the fact that Faith had disarmed him all the more disturbing. There was something unnatural about her. She hefted the weapon like it was nothing more than an elaborate baseball bat.

“Want to drop the weapon, sweetcheeks?” He waves the gun at her. Naturally he didn’t expect her to comply, but it never hurt to ask.

The look in her eyes though, that dead look, told him she’d checked out ages ago. It wasn’t burning insanity he saw, but a grim tiredness. She’s on autopilot. Just wants the pain to stop. Just lookin for someone to punch the ticket.

He’d punch her ticket. Gladly. But she owed him a goddamn explanation first.
commarogue: ([cynic] sunshine and puppies right?)

007 | dean | Bringing a gun to a knife fight

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-26 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Faith shrugs and practically ignores him, watching Saix's weapon as she hefts it from one hand to the other. She stops walking toward him, and finally does take stock of his presence. Dude looks like he's about to fall apart. She knows that feeling, that's the norm for the most part. She grins faintly when Dean's shock registers on his face; finally, maybe these people were getting it. Small girl, big punch.

"How about...no?" He brings a little of the fire out of her again, with that gun in her face. "Or, how about," her lips purse as she plays at thinking hard. "You make me?"

Her arms spread wide and she jabs the staff down into the ground to lean on. The pain and injuries she's incurred has started to grow dull, though she could catalog them all if asked. Pain's nothing new.
commarogue: ([hurt] life is a bitch on pms)

008 | ryohei escorts (drags) faith to her cell, ruby comes to call

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-22 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck.

The pain in her head is throbbing, but it's not enough. Heat rushes in her ears and all Faith can smell is blood, mostly hers by this time. The fight hasn't left her; she just has no more energy to express it. Her hands are raw, her ribs cracked in too many places to count, an arm out of commission. She's pretty sure her eye is swelling up too but she can barely see through the haze of confusion as it is.

Fuck.

She should be fucking dead. That's what all this was about, get pissed, get stupid and get dead. She looks blankly away when Ryohei shoves her in the empty room, and she refuses to make eye contact. Don't let him know there's anything left inside her. Maybe if he thinks she's just an animal, he'll do it. He could put her down.

008 | ryohei escorts (drags) faith to her cell, ruby comes to call

[identity profile] kyokugen-sun.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything has happened too fast. Ryohei's had no time to process any of it beyond the fact that Faith is an immediate and lethal threat. He's had no time to do anything but react and do as he's told, let alone try to figure out why she's doing any of this. It hasn't even crossed his mind that it would end, at least temporarily, if he killed her. Killing as an option never crosses his mind, regardless of the situation.

He shoves her into the room ahead of him, shuts and locks the door, and keeps his eyes on her as he crosses the room to the closet. He's seen how hard it is to stop her and how resourceful she is, so he knows that even a locked door probably won't stop her for long. Especially not with access to a closet that will give her anything she wants. Even inside the temporary cell, he'll have to make sure she's restrained.

He finds several pairs of handcuffs in the closet--along with their keys, which he pockets--and approaches her cautiously with them. Focusing all of his attention on her and on restraining her, he can avoid thinking about anything else.
commarogue: ([hurt] still fighting it)

008 | ryohei escorts (drags) faith to her cell, ruby comes to call

[personal profile] commarogue 2010-01-23 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
She practically falls into the room; sure sign that the slayer is worn down to almost nothing. The wall proves her best bet at staying upright

Faith's been mostly subdued. By her count, she's got at least 10 important broken bones -- hand bones, an arm, possibly her collarbone and definitely several ribs. That said, she's not known for stopping due to fast approaching death. She eyes the handcuffs and if it didn't hurt like a bitch, she'd leer at Ryohei and make an inappropriate joke.

She stares off into the corner while he works. Boy's got a powerful hit but it's not the killing kind, it's just the breaking kind. Faith's too broken to do much more than look it right now, while she holds in her ribs and pushes some of the hair matted to the blood on her cheek away.
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