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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!
the Story:
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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As soon as she barrels into him and they hit the ground, Faith is perching on top of Dean and rearing back to deliver her fist to maybe his face. Maybe she isn't completely clear on what she wants to hit, just that she's going for breaking something.

She's got no weapons, and his gun is far enough away that she doesn't have to worry about it being a problem anymore, so she cradles her fucked up arm to her chest and continues trying to beat Dean's face in.

There is the momentary flashing of bright lights behind Dean's eyes and his head hits the floor, but it quickly clears. It's not unusual for him to find himself on his back with a woman on top. Seeing her fist heading towards him he brings an arm up to divert the blow. Her fist slams into his radius and ulna like a mallet and his arm goes tingling numb. This doesn't stop him from grabbing her with his other arm and trying to hurl her off him.The girl's a viper. He needs even ground.

She's using all of the pain now, rather than ignoring it. She down a few good limbs, and Dean's not a bad fighter, so his attempt at moving him doesn't go awry. Though, it mostly just pisses her off and she rolls away from him, in an attempt to get better ground. She isn't planning on stopping any time soon; somebody is going to have to physically shut her down.

Faith sweeps out the not somewhat broken leg in anticipation of Dean's rising from the ground. If she gets him, great. She'll be back on top. If not, that's fine too, he'll probably think a top position gives him some kind of control.

Rolling to the side, onto a knee and then onto his feet, Dean barely misses the swipe or her leg. Getting his balance back he glares at her and then searches for the gun. It's tempting to go for it, but more tempting to just pound her into the ground with his fists. He lunges at her with a right jab towards her face.

"Why did you kill him you bitch?!"

He follows up the right jab with a low left handed uppercut.

[OOC:Feel free to rough him up good. He wont stop till he's unconscious. I just don't want you to feel the thread is dragging. I want it to still be fun for you. I like it, but I know she has like...2 more people to pound. Girl has stamina up the yin.]

Okay, so the punching isn't all that fun, since it actually kind of hurts. She takes the hits head on, her head jolting back with each subsequent one and when she comes back from the uppercut, she grins and spits out the blood at his face.

"Fuck you, that's why," she says before bringing her elbow around toward his temple. Faith's head comes flying up at his after and she grabs him by the collar to try to ensure that it hits hard. Once she's through with that, she's shoving him off of her and bringing her good leg up into the air, in order to slam her heel down onto him; chest, stomach, wherever it hits she's sure it's going to hurt.

[ooc: whoops! Okay, will do and don't worry if I felt that way I'd poke at you bb. Faith is my favorite baby, I'll never be bored with her. ^^]

Edited 2010-01-29 00:44 (UTC)

He can hear the wet smack when his fist conects with her jaw. It's always a satisfying sound. The followup punch, though, is less so. This girl is solid, rock solid. That actually hurt a little on the giving end.

He blinks, recoiling when she spits blood at him, allowing her time to get in the hit with the sharp edge of her elbow, she jabs him over the right eye, making him see stars, the follow up headbutt sends him realing backwards. Her added shove, has him nearly doubled, so her leg drop hits him in the back and he goes sprawling face down.

Spitting blood momentarily he struggles to get back up, trying to whipe blood from his face onto his sleeve. While still crouched he brings is leg around to kick hers out from under her. Once she's within range he wollops her with right cross, not caring where it lands, and putting a lot of weight behind it.

She's on her feet as quickly as she can once Dean isn't on top of her anymore. At this point, she's driven by pure instinct, the need to be the last one standing. Everything else has faded away, which means she's smiling because that was precisely what she needed. The distraction.

Faith immediately follows once Dean hits the ground and she hops his attempted sweep (must be a Winchester thing), but she takes his fist in the chest, cracking one of the already fucked up ribs. She returns with an attempted kick to his knee and then reaches to grab at his hair and plant her knee in his face, even though she's leaving everything open to attack in the process.

Now she's just barreling forward, with even less regard to technique than she started out with.

Her foot catches Dean's knee and he staggers, bringing a defensive arm up to just barely deflect her grab for his hair. Istead of getting her knee in his face, he gets it in the midsection and arm, causing him to real back further. Something definately cracked that time. Coughing wetly, he attempts to shake the numbness from his arm, while bringing the other arm up to defend his midsection like a boxer.

"You pack quite a punch. For a girl."

"Nice try, big bro. I'm used to that one, seeing as we're all girls." Faith doesn't expand of course, because you know. Crazy.

She grabbed his arm with her bad one, and brought the fist of the other down across his face again. And then again, with no intention of stopping.

Fighting against that numb arm, Dean brings it up finally to grab her good wrist midswing, and try to hold her off. It's a bit of a stalemate, but he attempts to catch her behind the knee so he can bring her down and pin her.

Okay, play time is officially over. She moves with his grab, using his own grip to pull him in toward her. Her knee doesn't move; Faith sneers at him before using his own grip and her free hand to grab at and snap the arm. Then she delivers another punch, aimed directly at his nose.

Hey, at least being numb it won't hurt?

That sickening crunch can't be good. Sure enough he feels his arm go numb and then start to throb. As he's wincing from that, her punch connects with his nose, sending blood spurting. His head whips back, and seeing stars, he starts to fall.

Dammit.

It's about this time Ryohei finally arrives on the scene. He'd been following the events via the network and didn't feel like he could avoid helping out any longer. Not that he's really sure how he's going to help, but he feels obligated to do something.

He takes in the damage Faith's already done to Dean in a glance. It's obvious she needs to be stopped and as fast as possible. He moves in toward her quickly, not bothering to say a word, and attacks, aiming a punch at her mid-section. His bandaged fist is surrounded by a bright, warm yellow flame, and while it doesn't burn, it does increase the power behind the blow exponentially.

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