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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Alyssa, Jan 10, 2018.

  1. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    *TW: language, blood, mentions of sexual assault


    January 10th
    Arlington House Apartments #304
    @Irene Adler
    Fuck, fuck, fuck.

    They'd just killed a guy. Fucking murdered him. Stabbed him through the fucking neck. She was covered in blood that wasn't hers. Her wrists hurt - fuck he'd had a strong grip. She could taste his blood in her mouth, feel it in her hair. Her nightshirt was soaked with it, sticky and warm against her chest and belly. It made her legs feel cold, like when you first stepped into the shower and only your torso was under the water. Was that a weird thing to think right now?

    Fuck.

    Where was James? Had he gone? She sat up on the blood-soaked mattress and looked around wildly for him, but there was only the guy they'd murdered lying on the floor. She kept trying not to look at him but his eyes were open and it was like trying to look away from a car crash. Or, like, something really gross like roadkill. You didn't want to look but your brain made you do it anyway. Or maybe it was just her brain. Either way, his eyes were starting to majorly creep her out. She kept expecting them to blink or move or... something, except he was dead. Because they'd killed him.

    James killed him. Where was James? Had he buggered off? That was probably smart, except they couldn't just leave things like this. She looked around the room wildly, didn't realise she was trembling because she was so caught up in the half-crazed thoughts bouncing around in her head. They were all over the room. Like, their DNA and shit. They'd be locked away forever. Didn't matter that it was self-defense, the system was rigged.

    What do they do on TV?

    Bleach. They needed bleach. And gloves. Strip the mattress, wipe down the knife, burn their clothes. They'd have to change how they looked. She could dye her hair. Yeah. She just had to find James. If he'd run she was going to fucking kill him.

    With a shaky, hitching breath, Alyssa pushed herself off the mattress and stood on trembling legs. Before she could take a step, however, the door to the bedroom opened.

    And it wasn't James standing there.
     
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  2. Irene Adler

    Irene Adler BBC Sherlock

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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Dominatrix
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    33
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link
    [​IMG]



    Irene had turned off the shower head at the same moment the girl appeared in her bedroom with a dead body. None the wiser, Irene began toweling herself off and pulling on her robe. Running a brush through her wet dark hair, she slipped on a pair of slippers before opening the door to her bedroom and saw a scene from Psycho, only in technicolor, on her bed.

    Irene rarely screamed and almost never made any sound without a rational and well thought out reason. For a moment, she stood stock still in the shock of finding her bedroom in a completely different state than she left it only ten minutes previously, that state being a bloody fucking mess, a sanguine vision of flesh and gore that would be ironed into her brain for many years to come. Then, Irene shrieked. It was short and abrupt and she soon got a hold of herself to think more clearly, but the initial impact had called for and justified such a yelp.

    Looking frantically around, Irene caught a glimpse of a letter opener on her dresser and snatched it up, wielding it as a weapon, "What the fuck is going on here?" She demanded, her blue eyes frantically looking around for a better weapon, the bag that held her gun, or her phone. All were in the living room. Irene inched her way toward the door that would lead to them, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" She said after realizing that a young woman, brandishing a confused expression, was looking back at her.

    Irene jabbed the end of the letter opener into the air in the direction of the dead body, "Who the hell is that?"


     
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  3. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    Alyssa couldn't remember any moment in her life when she'd been this terrified. Yeah, she'd been scared before. If she was being honest (and she wasn't very often), she was scared all the fucking time. Scared that her dad had left for a reason, scared of Tony, scared that her Mum didn't want her around because Alyssa didn't fit into her Perfect Life anymore. But that kind of scared was different, right? It made her angry, because on some level she knew it was bullshit that she felt like that.

    But this kind of scared? Like, she actually thought that maybe she was going to die. Really die, because James had fucked off and there was a dead guy on the floor and this was probably his wife standing there screaming and brandishing a letter opener at her. Oh fucking hell, what was she supposed to do? What could she say? She was covered in blood and it probably didn't matter that the asshole had tried to... fuck, he was going to rape her!

    In all the confusion and fear, Alyssa hadn't yet realised that she was in a different room. She didn't register the woman's words so much as the fact that she was yelling and jabbing a letter opener toward the dead guy on the floor. Alyssa's teeth were chattering and her whole body was trembling - fuck, she was cold - and she felt like she might pass out, except she couldn't do that because what if this bitch was as crazy as her asshole husband?

    Her eyes darted quickly around the room in search of an escape or something she could use to defend herself. Her gaze landed on the glass lamp sitting on the nightstand beside the bed, and without giving much thought to what she was doing Alyssa snatched it up and hurled it directly at the woman's head. At the same moment the lamp left her grip she attempted to surge forward and shove the stranger out of her way so she could flee down the hall and out of the house. No fucking way was she ending up back on that bed.
     
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  4. Irene Adler

    Irene Adler BBC Sherlock

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Dominatrix
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    33
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link
    [​IMG]



    It became very clear in just a few seconds that this girl was just as afraid as Irene was. Taking several breaths, she calmed down considerably but it was just a moment too late to calm this stranger who was covered in blood down as well, "Wait." Irene tried to say but a vase from her nightstand was already being flung at her without warning. Irene dodged it neatly but it crashed loudly behind her, much to her chagrin. She had liked that vase. Still, she didn't react attempting to cool things off rather than make them more tense.

    This girl was clearly intent on an escape and Irene was suddenly annoyed that she would dare leave this dead body on her bed with no explanation and ditch Irene, whose day she had obviously ruined. Irene was no combatant, but she did have a weapon. She lunged, grabbing this could be murderer by her shoulders.and shoving her backwards, finding she was at least stronger than what she now saw an obviously a frightened teenage girl, not some cold blooded killer storming her bedroom intent on murdering her.

    "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." She said, catching her own breath and holding her hands out in front of her like she would if she were trying to calm a frightened and skittish horse. She glanced back at her bed, blood covering her once pretty quilt, soft pillows, and mattress. Instantly, she thought of how she might get rid of such a scene. It was fairly clear to her that this girl was likely a victim of circumstance and probably not guilty of this crime as she held no weapon and looked quite a mix of confused and frightened. She guessed that HYDRA probably dealt with a disposed of dead bodies very frequently and wondered if she would have to give them a ring before dark where they would remove it under cover of night. Irene really did not want to have to do that.

    "Are you hurt?" Irene asked, her voice lower in order to try and deescalate their panic that hung heavy, "Do you know this man?" She hoped her words weren't lost like they had been during her near flight a few moments ago, "Who is he? Are you in trouble?" This girl is terrified, Irene thought, her heart aching as she watched her, realizing, once again, just how young she must be and wondering which one of them was actually a victim here.


     
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  5. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    She was grabbed by her shoulders and flung back hard enough that the backs of her knees hit the mattress, buckling her legs and forcing her to sit down with an undignified 'oomph'. "Crazy bitch!" the words spilled out before she could stop them, spurred by fear. Well, if she was going to die she might as well do her best to piss the woman off. Then maybe she'd get killed quick, right?

    Except the stranger wasn't trying to hurt her. The woman's hands were up and she was speaking slowly and calmly. Alyssa stared, lips parted slightly, her breath fast and shallow. Okay so... this wasn't the dead guy's wife. Or was she trying to lure Alyssa into a false sense of security so she could hit her when she least expected?

    She really wished James hadn't run off.

    'Who is he? Are you in trouble?'

    "Uh, no. I'm just covered in some bloke's blood 'cos that's what us kids do these days, yeah?" She retreated behind sarcasm like it was her shield. Her fingers twisted into the blood-soaked comforter. Her face was pale and her pupils were two times their normal size, making her eyes look dark and haunted. "Look, I'm sorry about the..." she trailed off, looking down at the bed and finally realizing that this was definitely not the same bed she'd laid down to sleep in. Slowly her eyes scanned the room, and her face went even whiter than it'd been before.

    "Where the fuck am I?" Her voice came out more shrill than was dignified. Her chest started to feel too tight and she suddenly couldn't get enough air, panting through an open mouth as she fought to wrap her mind around whatever was going on.
     
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  6. Irene Adler

    Irene Adler BBC Sherlock

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Dominatrix
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    33
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link
    [​IMG]



    There were a few tense moments but at least the girl was considering Irene’s words and not rushing off anymore. "Uh, no. I'm just covered in some bloke's blood 'cos that's what us kids do these days, yeah?" Irene gave her a look that a parent might for a child that talked back, but she recognized the accent right away. Yorkshire or somewhere near. Surrounded by so many Americans, it was rather refreshing to hear the girl speaking, but Irene didn’t dwell on it.

    She straightened, trying to put the girl further at ease. "Look, I'm sorry about the..."

    “It’s alright.” The girl was looking around and the truth hit Irene in a moment. This girl was a newly arrived Pandoran. Damn. This was not going not be an easy conversation.

    "Where the fuck am I?"

    She sighed, “You’re in my flat.” But then she saw that the girl was beginning to hyperventilate and Irene was no doctor, “You’re safe.” She took one step closer but was afraid to make her even worse off. Beckoning the girl to get up off the bloody bed and tried to get her to think of something else in order to calm down, “It’s alright, take a deep breath, come with me.” She motioned for them to leave the bedroom, to get out of the sight of the gory bed, “You should get out of those clothes. We'll get you cleaned up and I have something clean for you to put on, then we can talk, alright? But, let’s get out of here anyway.” Irene didn’t want to look at the scene anymore either and with a last longing look for the clean room that used to be, she opened her bedroom door that led to the rest of the flat.


     
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  7. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    50.1: write a post without using 'the'

    You're safe.

    Yeah fucking right.

    Still, Alyssa could feel her breath slowing in response to Irene's calm voice. She hadn't answered Alyssa's question but she was talking about cleaning up and getting out of this bloody nightgown, something Alyssa was happy to focus on. Koch's blood was starting to feel really gross. It made her nightshirt stick to her skin. She felt a wave of nausea claw its way up her throat and swallowed hard, then exhaled a hiss of air between her lips. Her eyes were drawn back to Koch's body almost against her will and she quickly looked away again, her expression reflecting her turbulent emotions - disgust, fear, anger, more disgust.

    You're safe.

    She wasn't sure she trusted this stranger, but at least she was being let out of this bedroom without a fight. That was a positive thing, right? "Yeah... yeah, okay." She nodded for emphasis - yeah, this was totally okay, everything was fine, fucking splendid - and stood up, trying not to focus on how Koch's blood was all cold and sticky and her shirt was plastered against her belly and thighs. She stepped past Irene and into a strange hallway, trying not to focus on how this definitely was a different house. She paused there, turning to face this stranger who'd started out screaming and brandishing a letter opener at her.

    "So are you gonna, like, have me arrested?" She tried to sound casual but she was definitely feeling skittish. Maybe she should just make a break for it now that she was out of that murder-room. She should find her dad. He'd know what to do.

    Right?
     
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  8. Irene Adler

    Irene Adler BBC Sherlock

    Posts:
    777
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Dominatrix
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    33
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link
    [​IMG]



    Irene decided she wasn’t going to let her leave bloody if she could help it, even if the girl did want to rush off. Walking around in a gory nightgown was sure to get her into trouble in Pandora and it was awfully cold outside. They left the room and Irene closed the door, banishing the nightmarish scene.

    "So are you gonna, like, have me arrested?"

    “Are you dangerous?” Irene asked without missing a beat, leading the girl to her guest room, “I won’t stop you if you run, but you’d do better for yourself if you got cleaned up and dressed in something appropriate for the weather. It’s cold outside.” Irene explained in case she had come from somewhere where it was a warmed season then.

    “If you stay, I’ll explain where you are and what’s going on and help you unless you plan on hurting me.” She lifted an eyebrow, trying to gauge whether or not the girl was indeed planning to hurt her. She opened the door to her guest room. It was far smaller than her own, but there was a functional bathroom and shower, “I’ll get you some clothes unless you’d like to leave now. The door is that way.” Irene motioned down the hall toward her front door.


     
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