Accord // AU

[angstmachine]

[doop doop doop, just a totally normal teenager out for a walk in the dead of night.

yesserie. nothing weird about this at all.

actually, to be fair, there really isn't anything that weird about Toby, aside from the fact that he looks distracted while walking down dark alleys at night. it's more like a giant 'kick me' sign than anything.

the fact that he's all undead and shit may or may not be a contributing factor.]

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[tabbytastic]

['kick me' sign, 'bite me' sign-- same difference.

And hey, he smells normal enough to stalk. And he certainly looks stalkable... so that's what going to happen here.

Just going to track this schmuck through the alleys and start framing him up as a meal. Nothing to see here.]

[angstmachine]

[yup. juuuuust walking.

but wait--! he stops, sniffing at the air.

ssssooooomeone is following him. frowning. :<]

[tabbytastic]

[whoop, her prey is getting suspicio-- wait, is he sniffing?

...note to self: take shower upon return to the tower.

so, she's going to quickly duck into the nearest Tabby-sized chunk of shadows and just... pretend to be an inanimate object. No breath, no motion. Just going to wait a minute.]

[angstmachine]

[he looks backwards, suspicious, but... doesn't see anyone!

...] ...H-Hey.

[...yeah this guy is lunchmeat.]

[tabbytastic]

[oh, he's at least slightly more aware than the other things she finds wandering aimlessly in alleyways. They usually never catch a clue. So, just on the off-chance that he's also a faster runner than most of them, she waits until his guard lowers enough to get him to turn back around again.

She can wait. She's got all night.

And as soon as he does, before he can get too many steps ahead, she bolts from her hiding spot and goes barreling right for him.

Gonna knock try and knock that kid flat.]

[angstmachine]

[which means this loser is getting tackled.

like, pretty pathetically. hits the ground like a sack full of puppies.]

[tabbytastic]

[ah, so not a fast runner, then. That just means that she gets the satisfaction of slamming him full-force to the pavement. Sorry for the roadrash, kid.

As soon as he down, she's hoisting herself up onto her knees so that she can manhandle him--grabbing for shoulders to drag him over onto his back with, moving to straddle him, get his hands pinned if she can grab him. All teeth and murderous intent.]

[angstmachine]

[there's not much he can do. not because he's defenseless (he's strong enough to throw her back at the wall, easily), but because there's this consuming, horrible thing in the back of his head that kind of takes up all of his attention, and he doesn't want to make it angry.]

S-Stop! Please, stop it!

[scared is better. we want to stick with scared, here.]

[tabbytastic]

[hey, she can work with scared. And she's wasting no time about it. Her own horrible brain-thing is focused on nothing but being immediately monstrous.

Grappling for his wrists, as soon as she's got his arms up and out of the way, sharkteeth are bared and she hounds right in for his neck.

...She probably should have spent at least a moment on checking on whether this guy had a pulse or not]

[angstmachine]

[the neck isn't great. he's kind of sensitive about it.

there's this little moment where his eyes go all weird and dilated and he's suddenly sporting some pretty nasty fangs. he hisses in that way that no human thing should and tries (with equally inhuman strength!) to shove her off of him.]

[tabbytastic]

[snarling, she grapples with him for a minute, until all those really important little details suddenly punch into her brain. Her fight-or-flight instincts whip around in an instant as she realizes that she's made some kind of huge mistake, and she lets go. Half letting him throw her back and half leaping off of him, she's abruptly abandoning her meal and scrambling back as fast as she can.

Oops!]

[angstmachine]

[this is all very good, because Toby is immediately becoming less monster-y and curling himself up into a tiny little ball, right there on the sidewalk.

he's going to clamp his hands over his ears really hard and hope whatever's attacking him stops.]

[tabbytastic]

[she's poised, crouched with curled hands that are so ready to sprout claws... and when he doesn't come snarling right after her, she kind of snaps. She's wired and freaked-out and frustrated, which turns her into a very pissed off creature, on top of the whole already being hungry thing.

...Reaching out, she bats a nearby garbage can across the alley.]

--What the fuck!

[angstmachine]

[la la la... ignoring horrible scary crash... letting anger subside into feelings of fear and discomfort and... okay! okay, he's going to try to get back up onto his feet now. ;;]

[tabbytastic]

[she's that predator pawing at and dancing around a small deadly thing. He's like a little snake or scorpion or something, and she can't decide whether to avoid or try and kill it.

So, as soon as he's up again, going back to looking like something pathetic and murderable, she goes after him again. This time, it's mostly just to knock him back toward the alley wall, though]

Hey! What the hell was that! [--like he's the one at fault here]

[angstmachine]

[g-gyah! suddenly he's up and pinned to the wall, looking very frightened of horrible sharp-toothed lady and her super-strength.]

W-Wha... [WHY ARE YOUR TEETH SO BIG.] B-But you're the one who... Who came after me!