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psychoshenanigans2012-04-10 06:27 pm
ladiesss) wrote in psychoshenanigans2012-04-10 06:27 pm
Accord // Canon
So it turns out that going into town was kind of a bad idea. It was really cool and plenty beautiful, nothing like the boring reality that Seattle offered. But the more time she spent out there, the more she started to feel kind of tired and sick. She would have tried to shake it off if it wasn't for the headache several hours in and the feeling that something was horribly wrong.
It's actually the prior that got her to finally turn around, but the latter helped.
She she's been lazing around the tower ever since then, waiting for the feeling to go away. It's gotten better, but she still feels kind of drained and hurt. It reminds her of that banality stuff that Alysia would talk about. She doesn't have much experience with it, but she's starting to think that maybe the city will be an infrequent destination for her.
And then she starts thinking over all the places in the tower she could go (since she isn't about to sleep, it's only 2am) and comes to the conclusion that the only place she hasn't visited are those baths that Tabby talked about. Wary as she is, they can't be weirder than the girls' shower room at the dorms, right?
...and who would be there at 2am, anyway?
Which is exactly how she ends up there, hanging out by the edge of the baths with her clothes nearby (because high school pranks and teasing have made her paranoid about that kind of thing). She'll go back and forth, switching every couple of minutes between zoning out and resting or half-swimming aimlessly around her little radius of self-claimed space.
Not that there's anyone else here to invade that space. Of course.
It's actually the prior that got her to finally turn around, but the latter helped.
She she's been lazing around the tower ever since then, waiting for the feeling to go away. It's gotten better, but she still feels kind of drained and hurt. It reminds her of that banality stuff that Alysia would talk about. She doesn't have much experience with it, but she's starting to think that maybe the city will be an infrequent destination for her.
And then she starts thinking over all the places in the tower she could go (since she isn't about to sleep, it's only 2am) and comes to the conclusion that the only place she hasn't visited are those baths that Tabby talked about. Wary as she is, they can't be weirder than the girls' shower room at the dorms, right?
...and who would be there at 2am, anyway?
Which is exactly how she ends up there, hanging out by the edge of the baths with her clothes nearby (because high school pranks and teasing have made her paranoid about that kind of thing). She'll go back and forth, switching every couple of minutes between zoning out and resting or half-swimming aimlessly around her little radius of self-claimed space.
Not that there's anyone else here to invade that space. Of course.
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"Shut up! Fuck."
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She'll try and reach for some glamour, though. Maybe she'll be able to make Tabby's head explode. ...Probably not, but she's not exactly thinking very straight.
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Annnd then suddenly stops short, because wow.
"Holy shit, it's red!"
This is a huge thing, really. She has to stop and just marvel for a second, eyes wide and awestruck like she's watching the northern lights.
...And then, yes, finally remembering what she's doing here in the first place. Sorry, Krista, the weirdness isn't ending yet--there is now a drugged-out vampire trying to lick your neck.
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She doesn't get it--especially not when she starts to feel what she's pretty sure is Tabby licking at the wound, which is a horrible, disgusting sort of experience that sends all the worst kinds of shivers down her neck and spine.
She tries curling up on herself and wriggling away at the same time, none of which really works any better than her weak protest.
"What... the fuck, would you just... Just get off of me."
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But, the good news is that Krista very abruptly gets her wish.
Tabby tries to push herself all the way up out of the water, but is still quite convinced that there are plants growing around her legs. So, braced up awkwardly up on the edge of the bath, kicking and fumbling her legs, trying to get the invisible things off of her... she eventually slips.
The heel of her hand suddenly slides on the slick of blood and water, and... she splashes spectacularly back into the water.
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And then a frankly impressive amount of water is splashed in her face as the vampire flails ceremoniously back in the water. She stares, her hair dripping lank and her neck all slimy from at least two-too-many things.
This is ridiculous. First the licking, now her assailant--who was previously comparable to a shark--floundering like a cat in a pool. And not one of those smart cats that like to swim, either.
She should be dead (or so she is inclined to think), but she isn't, and for some reason, Tabby's not having a very easy time of it. Maybe something about Changeling blood isn't working out so well?
When Krista reaches for her neck, she's shocked to feel that the dents, the harsh holes in her skin, aren't actually there anymore. She's healed somehow. Was that what Tabby was trying to do?
Well shit, she's not going to question it. She forces herself up, scoots over as far as she can before she feels about ready to throw up or pass out, and starts to draw on the clean tiles with her blood.
They're illegible squiggles. Supposed to be a design, but she doesn't think it's really all that picky right now.
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"Get off of me-- fuck!"
Oh, and she has claws now. And whatever invisible thing is trying to keep her in the pool, it's getting viciously slashed at.
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She looks back up at Tabby for a moment, watches her flailing around in the water and clawing at things that aren't there, and slowly comes to the conclusion... that she looks like she's tripping balls.
Which Krista thinks she deserves, really.
So she pays Tabby very little mind as she wobbles over, starts picking up her clothes, and works on getting her underwear back on, thank you very much.
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"Hey-- don't you fuckin' die, okay?"
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"I'm not gonna die," she assures her, even if it's flat and almost condescending. She looks at Tabby, tries to gauge that crazy look in her eyes, and then frowns even more.
"But if you're so worried about me dying," She reaches forward to push on Tabby's forehead with her palm. Maybe she can shove her back into the pool. "Maybe you shouldn't have drained half of my blood, you crazy bitch."