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tushanshu_logs2012-09-18 07:52 pm
sharpes) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-09-18 07:52 pm
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Characters: Brandon Sharpe and Stephanie Brown.
Location: Brandon's apartment in FI-3A.
Situation: Brandon had to deal with slipping in some blood and getting traumatized at the sacrificial altar, so now he's turned into a depressive hobo that hasn't left home since. BATGIRL TO THE RESCUE?
Warnings: Talk of blood and gore and depressed teenagers and sad things all over. :( UPDATE: trigger warnings for abuse/torture/sexual assault.
[A week. It's been a week.
Well. Eight days. A week and change. He hasn't left his house. Mostly he's just slept. He's avoided the console - which is like, weird as hell because let's face it, he pretty much splits his time between twitter and facebook back home.
All he can think about is the blood. You don't get a lot of blood when you electrocute people. You get the smell, sure. You ever want to know what a human body smells like after it's been charbroiled? Yeah. But blood?
He was fine until he slipped and went down in it, ended up next to one of the kedan who'd been part of that sick sacrifice. He doesn't even know what all the parts of the neck are freakin' called, he just knows that whatever'd been used to cut its throat had gone clear through to the spine.
And he'd lost it. Between that, the peaceful feeling from the location itself, the fact that his uniform was soaked in so much blood he may as well have been swimming in it? Yeah.
He threw up and ran.
And now? Well. It's not that he's afraid to go outside, exactly, it's... more that he doesn't want to face the outside. But he's down to the last container of old take-out in his fridge and he hasn't shaved or showered in long enough that he could actually call himself 'scruffy'. Hobo chic.
It's just-- there was so much blood and it could have been him. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to be anywhere near places where dying is happening. Especially when there's no goddamned reward for it, or compensation at all. He's not somebody's fucking chess piece!
That's it. It's over, it's done. If these stupid kedan need him for one more thing, he's going to smack them in the teeth with so much lightning they'll be spitting sparks.
He just wants to be left alone. God, why has that always been too much to ask?]
Location: Brandon's apartment in FI-3A.
Situation: Brandon had to deal with slipping in some blood and getting traumatized at the sacrificial altar, so now he's turned into a depressive hobo that hasn't left home since. BATGIRL TO THE RESCUE?
Warnings: Talk of blood and gore and depressed teenagers and sad things all over. :( UPDATE: trigger warnings for abuse/torture/sexual assault.
[A week. It's been a week.
Well. Eight days. A week and change. He hasn't left his house. Mostly he's just slept. He's avoided the console - which is like, weird as hell because let's face it, he pretty much splits his time between twitter and facebook back home.
All he can think about is the blood. You don't get a lot of blood when you electrocute people. You get the smell, sure. You ever want to know what a human body smells like after it's been charbroiled? Yeah. But blood?
He was fine until he slipped and went down in it, ended up next to one of the kedan who'd been part of that sick sacrifice. He doesn't even know what all the parts of the neck are freakin' called, he just knows that whatever'd been used to cut its throat had gone clear through to the spine.
And he'd lost it. Between that, the peaceful feeling from the location itself, the fact that his uniform was soaked in so much blood he may as well have been swimming in it? Yeah.
He threw up and ran.
And now? Well. It's not that he's afraid to go outside, exactly, it's... more that he doesn't want to face the outside. But he's down to the last container of old take-out in his fridge and he hasn't shaved or showered in long enough that he could actually call himself 'scruffy'. Hobo chic.
It's just-- there was so much blood and it could have been him. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to be anywhere near places where dying is happening. Especially when there's no goddamned reward for it, or compensation at all. He's not somebody's fucking chess piece!
That's it. It's over, it's done. If these stupid kedan need him for one more thing, he's going to smack them in the teeth with so much lightning they'll be spitting sparks.
He just wants to be left alone. God, why has that always been too much to ask?]
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He doesn't even know what to say to that. She barely knows him. She doesn't know anything about him - what, that he's got superpowers and he killed a guy once, and he's been expelled from the Academy? That's not even half of it.
But she's still here. She's real and solid and there's more nurturing in her tone than he's heard his entire life from his mom and suddenly he just wants to tell her everything.
He bites his lip instead. Normal. This is normal. This is what normal people do. What guys do when they like girls. And he does like her. Enough that it wouldn't be so bad if--
He touches his cheek where she kissed him, and grins. 'Friends'. He's not naive enough to think that's all they are. She likes him, he likes her, everything else should be natural. Should.]
Thirty hours? Should I be asking you the last time you ate?
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She doesn't really want to think about exactly how much she likes Brandon; everything is too complicated right now, and they're on the back of a turtle which is probably not the best time to get crushes on boys.
Instead, she shrugs, all casual like] I was busy then, things have settled down now. You don't have to fuss over me. [there's an implication there, that she should be fussing over him.]
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[Completely serious question.]
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Um. [now it's her turn to bite her lip; what does she say to that?] I don't think the world works that way.
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[DEER IN HEADLIGHTS LOOK OF PANIC???]
Look. Screw the world, all right? I want to look out for you.
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I know you didn't mean it like that. It's just not something I'm used to, is all. [her expression twist a little with that, growing rueful]
But thank you. Just keep in mind that I can and will kick your butt if you tell me to get back in the kitchen. [jokes instead of feelings]
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Hey, consider it pre-emptively kicked. But you were asking me about food just a couple minutes ago...
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[she gives him a look that's just daring him to challenge her on that]
But I'm going to make sure you eat and shower, you get to choose what order. [she thinks "cleaning" should be in there somewhere, but he's a boy, she'll take things slowly]
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Shower. I guess.
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[Not that she's offering to join him. Or anything]
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You offering to join me, gorgeous?
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[She's not entirely sure what she's doing right now, she just knows this is probably a terrible time to do this.]
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Well, that's not strictly true. She's not like Veil. Maddy's sweet and all but she's such a kid compared to Steph. I mean. College girls, right? He can't complain about that.
Maybe it'd be different with Steph, but maybe it'd be exactly the same as every time before and so although he smiles, it's a little bit crooked. Roguish. Blame the scruff.]
I think I'll survive. Maybe next time, huh?
[his turn to kiss her, a quick peck on the not-quite-cheek-not-quite-mouth. It's half an offer, and even that gives him a cold knot of dread in the pit of his stomach. Different. It's going to be different.]
I mean, supervillain or no, even I'm not enough of an ass to subject you to my BO right now. Come on. I smell like a hobo.
[nose-wrinkle.]
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That catches her by surprise, and she sort of makes an aborted attempt to reach out for him before she thinks better of it and stops herself,and hopes he didn't notice]
You're too good for me. [It's light and teasing, because that's easier than trying to work out what she feels about - everything else that's hapenning right now.
She's not sure when things got so complicated.]
But you're right about the hobo thing. Shoo. [she even makes the gestures to go along with it, maybe if he's not right here shee'll be more capable of thinking through things logically.]
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Yeah, yeah.
['Scuse him he's going to go take the hottest shower known to man and not come out for like. An hour.]