All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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[herotypical]

Never asked to come back. [ well that was a confession she never intended to give. better cover it with some cruelty: ] Just like I never asked to be your neighbour, here.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

And yet good fortune smiles upon you twice. Lady Luck either loves you. [Grell takes the bars in hand, gripping them so hard they creak.] Or she rather hates you with every ounce of her soul.

[herotypical]

...I know which one I believe.

[ ugh. this is torture. torture. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Such luck then - to have the power of that conviction.

[Grell sighs and lets go, sliding down against the bars this time.]

Bloody well wish I knew which side of her favor I was on.

[herotypical]

All you people believing in Lady Luck. Mother Universe.

[ it seems almost like a crime to toss jack's particular moniker for fortune into this mix. ] I can't help but wonder if it's naive or just a really weak defense.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

To be quite honest, I believe in neither. God's Plan or this Luck business.

It's nothing to do with me after all. I simply draw the curtains on the sad penny-theatres you mortals call your lives.

[herotypical]

[ hmph. prophecy, fate and destiny. all traps.

kind of like you, grell. ]

A theatre metaphor. How glib. [ 'when you've bowed, you leave the crowd' -- a lump in her throat. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

All the world's a stage, hm?

[Grell coughs and spits discreetly. Blood is pretty on the outside, not so pretty when it's coming up your esophagus.]

You can agree, can't you?

[herotypical]

...We're all performing. Just in different roles. But it's still a stupid, simple metaphor. Life might get stupid, but it never gets simple.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

As if the stage is ever simple.

[She sighs.]

But no, I suppose some lives are never simple, are they? It's the gallery, the nothings which we must slog through, nameless they remain, who look at people like you and wish for fancier, grander lives. And then regret it when they receive such a curse.

[herotypical]

They're not the nothings. They're the everythings.

[ they're why she fights. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

To you, perhaps. You're mortal.

[To Grell they're simply forgettable records to be put away.]

sd;klsjdf hit enter too soon.

[herotypical]

...I don't think mortality's the catch, here. I've known immortal-types on both sides of the fence to care a whole lot about the everyday joes.

[ she should stop talking. she knows this. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Have you now? And what sort of 'immortal-types' are these?

[herotypical]

Vampires.

[ curt. unornamented. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Well, that would explain it. You lot are their bread and butter. Of course they would be interested in keeping you alive.

[herotypical]

[ and there are two who are heroes -- champions in their own right. but she doesn't care to indulge grell with information about her past lovers. ]

Bread and butter hardly counts as nothing -- even if it's in the not-so-great category of attention.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell shrugs, not quite remembering that Buffy can't see it.]

Oh yes, the love of a gourmet for the hand-fed poultry and swine they shall dine upon.

Although if I hear correctly, there's no love lost between you and them, hm, Buffy?

[herotypical]

Being the woman in charge of dusting them kinda doesn't do wonders for my PR amongst the fanged crowd, no.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

I mean from you to them, my dear.

[She climbs to her feet with more difficulty than she likes to admit, biting back any noise to indicate pain.]

Or am I wrong to assume you despise their kind?

[herotypical]

They're soulless, murdering, evil-loving demons. What's not to despise?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, glib as always when you don't wish to tell the truth.

[She steps away from the bars and her voice grows distant as she gets back to bed.]

You did say you knew them on "both sides of the fence," hm?

[herotypical]

There's only two on the other side. Hardly counts as a whole lot.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

But still soulless, murdering, evil-loving demons, are they?

[herotypical]

Two vampires in all the history of all vampires ever. Only two of them have souls. It makes a difference.