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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 12, 2016 9:40:17 GMT -5
"OUT OF THE WAY F//KERS!" Fun Ghoul yelled, his body out of the window as they passed a crowd of citizens, and even though he couldn't give any less s//ts about these people Party Poison jerked the wheel right and left to avoid this people. Ghoul went back into the Trans-Am, eyes locked on the one building he never wanted to go in again. The gleaming, glistening white building of the BLI headquarters. He could see them coming up fast, and a small pit of fear dug itself inside Ghoul's chest. He didn't want to do this. But at the same time he wanted to save his friend, and Card Trick. Dr. Benzedrine might murder him if he backed out now. He looked pretty damn attached to Trick. Ghoul shook his head as Poison swerved yet again, avoiding another mass of people seemingly just hanging out in the road, the YoungBloods doing the same. Good way to get killed... Both Ghoul and Poison thought with distaste.
Finally, they reached the end of the road (literally) and came across the bridge that lead right to the front doors of the BLI headquarters where the Zonerunners no doubt were being held. not bothering to park well, Poison did lazy parallel maneuver that doubled sort of as a parking job and the rebels all hopped out of the car and gathered their senses before the great BLI headquarters building. Kobra Kid was trying his best not to panic, taking in deep breaths and exhaling them as well. He wasn't ready, nobody was, but he was he least ready out of all of them. Ghoul and Poison had migrated closer to each other, knowing the grim truth that their deaths just lay right around the corner in the hands of the awful BLI, and I guess they wanted to get at least one happy moment in as they took one look at other and without warning gathered each other up in a deep kiss.
As the YoungBloods caught back up, they all gave at least one whoop, Dr. Benzedrine giving at least three, as they parked up and stood near the other two Killjoys, Kobra finding it kind of cute and kind of disturbing because it was his own brother he was seeing, Jet Star almost fangirling as he just stared at the two, finding it immensely cute. He knew it. And he was glad that they got a happy moment in in such a happy city.
But as Ghoul and Poison separated, both of them blushing wildly, they remembered that they could not stall forever. People had started to gather around them, staring at them curiously with eyes that were so pure and innocent. Eyes that hadn't seen death or enough bloodshed to fill two Olympic size swimming pools. They hadn't been on the foot of depression, they have never been so angry that they hurt something. Badly. They have never laughed so hard that their insides hurt, they had never been sick. They have never shed a single tear in their lifetime. It was almost tempting to give in at points to the BLI, but Poison knew what went on behind closed doors was less happy and would kill them faster than the desert would.
"Let's go." Most of the things were unspoken at this point, but the silence that lay between them was only broken by Poison's voice as he let go of Ghoul and started off towards the shining BLI building, the other Zonerunners in tow as the happy face logo of the dreaded company looming over them with a terrifying glare.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 17:20:51 GMT -5
The Doctor and company weren't all that far behind, but it was hard to see just about anything from the gathered people. Their stares were almost eerie as they were pushed through, mouths opened just a little bit as they gawked. Occasionally a whisper was heard, but ti was near silent as the Time Lord led the way through them, not meeting any eyes, for fear that he would crumble and turn back, or in the worst case, see someone he recognized there. When they finally broke out ahead of the mob, the BLI Headquarters directly in front of them, Jack pointed. "Doctor, look." The Killjoys were ahead of them, headed straight for it with those other guys, whatever they called themselves. The Doctor simply nodded, keeping at the same pace. There were no guards as of yet, and as he pulled out his screwdriver and scanned, he found no weapons. Odd. Unnerving, even. He didn't like it at all, but they were here now. No going back.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 12, 2016 17:45:53 GMT -5
Party Poison steadied himself as he looked at the bridge ahead, the only thing separating him from the from doors now was just a short walk. Not sand, not tough terrain, not endless Dracs, not emotional and physical hardships, none of that. It almost scared him to think about that, so he shoved that thought to the side and took in yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. He quietly made a map of his own body in his mind's eye, figuring out where blind spots could be and making sure he had his weapons on him and that they were easy to reach. He came to terms that the last thing he might see was an ugly Drac mask either being put over his head or staring deep into his dying soul. He knows he's been thinking about this a lot, but goddammit this is serious. He was just about to enter the death place of minds, souls, bodies, emotions, and freedom. Of course he was going to be f//king terrfied.
Grace... Card Trick... I hope you are well... Poison thought, shaking his head as his eyes were now lit by a bright determination burning deep within them as he thought about the little ten year old that had been Zonerunning with the rebels ever since she was three. The Killjoys had watched her, and were still watching her grow up in a dashing young woman. That thought just fueled the firey anger as he brought his hand up and threw it down, signalling the way as Poison being the leader he had become, led the way towards their deaths as they walked across the bridge and right down towards the door.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 18:42:52 GMT -5
The bridge almost seemed to elongate the farther they got onto it. The pit in Clara's stomach was growing. It had been there since they'd first discovered that Grace was missing, and now it was becoming hard to ignore. She lengthened her stride until she had come up next to The Doctor, who glanced down, frowning. She glanced up, and then looked forward, fingers silently slipping into his for a moment and giving his hand a squeeze before dropping it. She heard him take a deep breath, and she knew what he was thinking. She didn't want him to worry about her. She'd be fine.
[[ blah sorry busy. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 12, 2016 23:09:22 GMT -5
As Party Poison gripped the handle of the entrance to the headquarters, he felt the cold metal radiate seemingly freezing temperatures even though they were on a desert and the temperature in the city was a good 80°F. He gave one glance to the other Zonerunners, who were all looking at him with their rayguns in hand, the Killjoys having their other guns in another, all giving him a look that said they were waiting for orders. That gave Poison a little smile, knowing that he was their leader, but also terrified him. If they lived or died it would be mainly up to him, and if they did get ghosted Poison would have their blood on his hands. God that was scary to think about. So he didn't mull over it too much, and that's when he noticed the others standing on the edge of the long bridge. Why are they here? Poison thought, temporarily furrowing his eyebrows. I thought they would be gone... saving themselves like they should... Poison shook his head and turned back onto the door. This is it...
He opened the door without a second thought and walked right in.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 15:16:44 GMT -5
[[ bloop sorry i had a lotta hw yesterday. ]]
Soon, The Doctor and his friends were heading through the front door as well. The Time Lord gave Poison a cool nod, drawing his weapon out of his coat as he looked around. Behind him, Jack Harkness and Ashildr were more or less both acting as body shields for Courtney. Being immortals they couldn't, well, die, so their job was to guard the young girl. Ashildr had offered to guard Clara, but the older woman had refused it, saying that Courtney was more important than her, and hadn't listened to any of Ashildr's urgings. Eventually, the other woman and given up, but was still resolute on keeping an eye on her. Jack, meanwhile, knew he had to watch Courtney and The Doctor. The Doctor could regenerate, but that was all conditional. He was breakable, more breakable than him, definitely, and he loved the man so much. He wouldn't want to see him dying here either.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 17:41:08 GMT -5
(it's ok)
Party Poison spotted a terrified looking receptionist cowering in pure fear behind her desk, shaking like mad as her wide brown eyes stared deeply into Poison's angry hazel ones. He hissed, bringing his infamous yellow raygun out of it's holster and in a couple of quick strides, had the end of it pressed harshly against her forehead as he leaned close over the counter. She froze up, eyes going cross eyed as she tried to focus in on the end of the barrel. Poison could even hear her teeth chattering even though he couldn't see it (the lower half of her face was hidden under the desk).
Poison put on a sickly sweet, almost flirtatious, tone of voice as he spoke to the receptionist. A tone that even still displayed the pure rage happening inside of the hardened Killjoy. "Now, sugar, where are Grace and Card Trick?" Poison doubted she knew what their names were and what they stood for, as they were not on the Zones where mostly everybody knew at least everybody's names. "Tell me, babe, or I'll blow your f//king brains out." Poison gave the oh-so-poor receptionist a terrifying smile as he dug the tip of the raygun farther into her forehead. "It'd be nice to get a bit of colour in here..." Poison whispered, his head drawing in even close to her own.
"I-I-I don't k-know!!" She sputtered, staring right up into Poison's gleaming hazel eyes. Poison gave out a little chuckle of dark amusement, using his other hand to brush some of his violently red hair out of his face.
"Wrong answer." Poison said with another chuckle, this one a little more of a giggle than anything else, as he tightened his finger on the trigger and was ready at any moment to kill her. One shot was all it took.
"No!" She nearly screamed, screwing her eyes shut as Poison let go of the trigger. He cocked his head at her in a gesture that said, 'Go on.' And she did. "The l-l-little girl w-with t-the large h-h-hair, and the s-shorter m-m-man with ripped up c-c-clothing, r-right?" Poison nodded, raising an eyebrow as he conjured up pictures of both Grace and Card Trick in his mind. "They w-went d-down to f-floor 13!" Oh God. That was underneath. Fitting, really, as the old world belief was that 13 was an unlucky number. Poison frowned.
"Thank you, sugar." Poison said, taking the raygun off of her forehead (leaving a ring-ish looking mark on her forehead) and standing back. She rose up a little bit, a smile over taking her features, and Poison felt a grin twitching at his lips. "We no longer need you." In a second, Poison had re-aimed the raygun at her head and pulled the trigger, filling the room with a bright hot pink light as a bang resonated in the quiet room, Poison smiling as he turned away from her in time to hear her body slumping against the desk. Dead.
"Useless scum..." Poison whispered-spat, staring out of the windows opposite him as he blew the smog off of his smoking raygun.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 18:32:19 GMT -5
"What the hell, man..." Those words escaped Courtney's lips. In all her time traveling with The Doctor, she'd never seen any of those who served as her role models kill anything that wasn't a Drac. If they were just a stupid pawn of the BLI, they dropped them off at the home base to be kept captive until all of the emotion killing drugs were wiped out of their system, and then brainwashing could be unwound. If they work for the BLI, they were dropped off at prison, where they would rot instead of taking the easy way out. Even when those men had killed River, The Doctor hadn't pulled the trigger, just gone all still as he'd held her and whispered into her hair, while Jack and Clara and Ashildr did the apprehending... "Come on, Court," she heard Clara say, and felt the woman's small hand on her back, beginning to lead her towards what looked like the stairwell, "just cause we came doesn't mean that we have to work with them. Doctor?" The Time Lord was staring past Poison, looking just a little bit out of it. Instead of turning to her at her word, he walked straight past the Killjoys, to the back of the desk, disappearing for a moment before he came out, the dead receptionist in his arms. He didn't say anything, just laid her down on the ground and closed her wide eyes with the palm of his hand, curling his lip in distaste at the smile still on her face. Stupid, stupid humans. With that, he stood, looking at Poison for just a moment before heading back to his people, jerking his head in a 'let's go' motion before heading towards the stairs, shoulders hunched.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 18:52:13 GMT -5
"Listen, kid. No matter what you think of us, we are not good people. Sure, we might fight for a better cause and rebel against this horrid company but that does not mean we won't kill, lie, cheat, steal, and use other, more... oh... shall I say unspeakable acts of crime to either our advantage or other reasons." Party Poison said, heading towards the staircase, reaching up every now and then to hit security cameras with his raygun to hopefully break them, or just their lenses at least as he spoke to the smaller girl. "You could say sometimes, we're just as bad as them." In the reflection of one he saw Fun Ghoul kick the woman in her ribs and spit on her corpse, before returning to the group. He smiled at that sight.
Dr. Benzedrine was a little freaked out however, the YoungBloods all were as they saw this beautiful, incredibly recognizable man and a figure representing all things the rebels lived for kill something that wasn't a Drac. Sure, they've done it before, but the Poison they knew had some mercy in his system. The Poison they knew would probably just keep them hostage instead of just killing them without a second thought. It was a little freaky, but Benzedrine just chocked it up to Grace meaning a lot to him. They all hopped down the stairs, all weapons out and exposed to the air as they entered the basement of sorts. If you could call it a basement. It was more like an underground city, with floors and computers and so much stuff going on but most importantly, like a city, absolutely crawling with 'citizens.' More like sheep. But they were all mostly scientists with some officials walking around, making sure everything was in order.
This was going to be tough.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 19:11:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, well that's why I joined up with The Doctor instead of some guys like you," Courtney said flatly, halting as Party Poison and the others essentially shoved in front of The Doctor to get down the stairs first. She could tell the old bloke was pissed off; the eyebrows said it, but he didn't actually speak as he waited for them to go by and then began his own descent. Clara nudged her in front to walk behind him, falling in line behind her, Jack and Ashildr in the back with guns drawn. "Don't pick a fight," the woman whispered in her ear as they began downwards, footfalls echoing in the empty stairwell. "But-!" Courtney began, only to be cut off by The Doctor saying moodily, and loudly: "Will you shut the f/ck up? This is unpleasant as is." That made her fall quiet, and Clara too. He was definitely pissed, and it wasn't good to mouth off to The Doctor when he was pissed, even with how virtuous he tried to be.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 20:35:27 GMT -5
Party Poison just growled, knowing they had different standards and morals and whatnot and a completely different way of life than the rebels (it was very obvious), to which Poison rolled his eyes at as he cracked his neck and continued down the long winding stairs, the light disappearing from the lobby as faint lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling hung ominously over them. Or so it seemed, really. It was kind of creepy. It was so different from the simplistic, black and white style of the regular Better Living Industries. It was a whole new world.
(skip?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 20:37:23 GMT -5
[[ sure! can you start? i'm trying to do mathematics. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 20:38:10 GMT -5
(oh god rip)
(yeah, give me a sec~)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 20:40:26 GMT -5
[[ thank. i just picked so many fights in otd. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 21:01:23 GMT -5
(i saw)
Dr. Benzedrine sighed as they went down another flight of stairs, the seemingly endless darkness only broken by the occasional bulb hanging from the ceiling. What worried him, most amongst many things, was the fact they hadn't encountered any people yet. He had expected there would be some other life forms besides germs and them on this stairwell. Although, what confused him was outside of this stairwell he could here things... he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. Things like shrieks, blood-curdling screams, moans of pain, and what seemed to be growling of some sort. Like a wild animal. But it didn't sound like any animal he knew of, which led him to believe that it was indeed human. That gave him chills as he thought about the various things they could be doing, or are going to go to his dear and beloved Card Trick. He balled his hands up in fists as he thought about the various things, his eyes narrowing and burrowing into Party Poison's violent red hair as he tried to hold his anger in.
"Prophet... Sandman..." He whuspered to the two next to him. Their names where The Prophet and Mr. Sandman, Prophet sorting an afro that could easily rival Jet Star's, Sandman being the more buff and burly guy with a voice that sounded like (Luna Lovegood) that one weird girl from that one weird movie about wizards. "Please cover me." That was enough for the other two to understand what he was getting at. Grace and Trick were most likely being held together, and God forbid other rebels as well, and Benzedrine was mostly going to go for Trick while the Fabulous Killjoys go for Grace. Hopefully these strange people would help if there were any more rebels than that, which there no doubt was, knowing the BLI.
Soon enough, the time had come, and all of them were standing in front of the door to Floor 13. Kobra Kid could be heard taking in a deep breath, his green-hazel eyes holding a grim stare on the block of metal with '13' painted on it. Jet Star was right by his side, grabbing his friend's wrist and giving it a good squeeze. Fun Ghoul stood near Poison, who had his fist carefully put on the door so it would not cause any unwanted attention quite yet, Ghoul looking at Poison with a look honestly none of the YoungBloods could figure out what exactly was mixed in there. Not even Kobra or Jet could figure it out, but it was something along the lines of sadness... yeah something like that.
"Well, are you all ready?" It could seem that Poison was taking this a little too seriously, but he had to. This was the BLI. You could never be too careful or serious when dealing them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 21:14:39 GMT -5
[[ yep .-. ]]
"Ready as I'll ever be," Jack cracked softly from the back of the group, and then added a murmured, "see you all in hell." He hoped no one would die. He knew better though. He knew many would die today, and he would be a leftover, along with Ashildr and probably The Doctor. He didn't want that, but they were here. There was no backing out now. He glanced over to Clara, giving her shoulder a squeeze with his free hand, smiling painfully. She smiled back. He would miss her, if she did... he looked to Courtney, smiling softly at her as well. She just returned a stuck out tongue. He would miss her as well. God, if she... she was just a kid. Clara cleared her throat after that, with a small, "Let's go." She was gripping her own gun, taking a long breath and brushing a brown strand of hair out of her face wit her free hand. She hoped that The Doctor knew. She hoped.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 21:40:58 GMT -5
"Right." I do hope the Witch an come and get us here... Party Poison thought grimly as he unfurled his hand and began to push against the door, wincing slightly as it squeaked and creaked against it's own hinges and opened up to a dimly lit room with two kneeling figures sat in it. The Zonerunners all gasped, Poison shoving the door with all of his strength and rushing in to see if they were okay. It was an act of pure shock, not really thinking about anything but them at the moment. They wanted to see if they were alright, that they were all fine, and were about to rush up and hug the both of them, until they saw the two Drac masks adorning the two figures.
Poison shot over to the smaller figure's side, sliding in next to them and tearing the Drac mask off. He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he gazed upon a seemingly dead Grace, looking up at the ceiling with no signal that she was even alive except for her breathing and occasional blinking of her lifeless eyes. They had gotten here too late.
"No..." Poison said, wrapping his arms around the smaller Zonerunner as a tear escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheek. The other rebels were too shocked to even act, Dr. Benzedrine holding his face in his hands as he let out a quiet sob.
(it's a lil weird atm, I have some things in mind for this dw)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 21:49:32 GMT -5
[[ okay (; did you hear top's cover of cancer omg. ]]
The Doctor's crew prowled in, none of them saying a word as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. The Doctor's stomach turned in disgust as his eyes flickered between the little girl and the man, but he did nothing, instead walking along the wall, looking around. It was none of his business anyways. Not his kid. Not his kid. Jack was a bit more moved, to say the least. He stood there, mouth slightly agape and cheeks feeling hot until he felt a small hand on his back, and turned to see Ashildr. She gave a small shake of her head, and he just nodded, beginning to walk with her around the other side of the room, Clara and Courtney staying by the door, both either casting glances over their shoulders or to the floor, but not to the sight in front of them. Poison's laments were uncomfortable enough to hear. The two of them, Courtney especially, didn't want to look.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 22:11:16 GMT -5
( ((((((((((((;;;;;;;;;; )
(I havent yet!! omf i heard it was good tho)
Party Poison held the girl close, burying his face in her hair as he let out another tear. He felt so many conflicting emotions at this moment, he felt anger and sadness, a faint sprinkling of happiness that he had found her and pure misery for obvious reasons. He always had a soft spot for kids, and Grace was no exception, so seeing her like this absolutely destroyed an already marred soul.
But Fun Ghoul had picked up on something else. Through Dr. Benzedrine's quiet sobs and the other noises in the room he could hear what sounded like... whirring of some sort, that he swore on his life was getting louder. And there was also another sound, a high-pitched whistling noise seemingly coming from all corners of the room... and as it got loud enough to discern what the ever loving hell it was, he stepped forwards towards Party Poison and quickly used all the strength in his arms he could muster to pull him and Grace towards him as fast as he possibly could, just as a blast of light lit up the darkened room, striking the area where the two had been just a couple milliseconds earlier. In an instant Poison was on his feet, both him and Dr. Benzedrine dragging the two Zonerunners off to the side as another blast lit up the room. Two burn marks scorched the groung where the people were a couple moments earlier. This was a trap. They should have forseen that. Dammit!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 22:42:20 GMT -5
[[ it's so good <3 i cried. ]]
"F/ck! Jack, Ashidlr, get the hell down!" The Doctor barked as he realized what was going on, crouching himself as that blast of light blinded him for a moment, leaving the smell of hot metal and plasma in the air moments later, as the smoke and flash cleared. Jack and Ashildr were both fine, from what he could see, as were Clara and Courtney, if just a bit dazed. The door had snapped shut behind them, making them hop forward with a start, almost in the path of the blast. Within a few seconds, The Doctor had whipped out his screwdriver, beginning to scan the walls. "There are plasma rays all through here, no one make any sudden moves..." Of course, by the time he said that Jack had scooted back to the door, reached out to try to dry at it with one hand, only to receive a zap that was audible. He swore, leaping back and colliding with Ashildr, the sound and the smell of plasma filling the air again as The Doctor ducked, and Jack leaped, practically flattening Ashildr to the ground as a blast struck where their heads had been but a moment before. Damn.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 13, 2016 23:02:21 GMT -5
"Come on Trick..." Dr. Benzedrine said, trying to avoid blasts of energy being flung at him at an alarming rate. He tore off that damn Drac mask, trying not to dwell on the purely dead expression of his friend that had been revealed due to this action as he quickly ran over to the door where Jack was and threw him the mask. Even though those things were highly dangerous and life-threatening, they really only worked when they were put over your head. At least, that's what Benzedrine thought/knew. He hoped this piece of s//t would aid the other in gripping the handle, so they could make a run for it and get out of this Godforsaken place. He ran back to Card Trick, barely scraping by bolts of energy being shot at him.
Looking down at the other rebels, he saw the Fabulous Killjoys absolutely frozen. Not in fear, no, they just heeded the Doctor's warnings. Okay, maybe in Kobra Kid's case there was a little fear. But with that good of a pokerface you could never tell.
"I'm so stupid..." Benzedrine heard Poison whisper to himself, before he said, "Alright, how the hell do we get out of here?" to the others.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 4:42:11 GMT -5
Jack clumsily caught the mask, grimacing as he held it and stumbled to his feet, breathing hard for a minute, before creeping to the door and jiggling the handle. "Locked," he called, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that he wasn't about to get fried. The rays had stilled for a minute, because everyone in the room had stilled as well. "How the hell are we gonna get out of here then?" Courtney echoed Bezendrine. She was frozen next to Clara, trying to appear as calm as possible, though it wasn't too farfetched to say she was panicking. Jack glanced about, and then hissed, "Doc, toss me your screwdriver." The Time Lord nodded, very gently moving his arm, and then flinging the screwdriver. Jack caught it, aiming it at the door, the buzzing and blue light filling the room. For a minute, nothing happened, but then the door popped open, just as rays started shooting from the ceiling again, and Jack was forced to hit the deck.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 14, 2016 22:43:23 GMT -5
(agh darn me procrastinating on things and sleeping when i got home bleh oops)
"RUN!" Party Poison shouting, scooping up Grace as Dr. Benzedrine did the same with Card Trick, using some moves and some speed that could be considered Olympic-worthy just to get the hell out of there as they absolutely cleared Jack like a hurdle, all the while carrying the two and avoiding blasts of the energy being flung at them from all corners of the terrible room. They soon got outside, The Prophet and Mr. Sandman following, Jet Star and Kobra Kid doing the same. But in the rush to just get out, and being the shortest of the awake Zonerunners (standing at a good 5'5, maybe 5'6) he was soon ditched and left for dead. Well, not really, he was left in the room behind the Doctor and the others, kind of stuck in place. Which was really helping, because it looked like he was doing some pretty violent dancing just to avoid the bolts of energy.
As he shouted some nonsense to the others, it all came crashing down when the rayguns finally claimed a probable victim, a severe burning feeling spreading throughout Ghoul's chest area as his widened eyes briefly lit up with pure white, immense heat pouring through his system and spreading throughout his already weakened body like a virus, like a poison. He'd been hit.
(agdhfjkrgitordhjn3kriofuhvjndkljgrit)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 4:50:59 GMT -5
[[ it is okay. ]]
Jack scrambled out after them, Courtney and Clara next, leaving Ashildr, The Doctor, and Fun Ghoul. The Doctor was watching as he went down, and cursed as he did so, practically somersaulting over to him and scooping him up before making a sprint for it. He could hear Ashildr behind him, panting. Right as he got to the door she suddenly cursed, and he knew what had happened, but that didn't stop him from leaping through before he turned to look. She had made it, slamming the door behind her with her body, but she was holding her right shoulder, teeth gritted and tears forming in her eyes as he smelled sizzling flesh. She caught him staring, hissing after a minute, "Go, I'll come in a minute!" As nasty as it sounded, he didn't have to hear it twice. He took off after the Killjoys, Fun Ghouls limp body in his arms. He could tell the young man was dead or near to it as he reached out into his mind. There was nothing.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 15, 2016 10:18:16 GMT -5
Party Poison just stared at the Doctor as they came through the door, feeling even more tears prick at his eyes as he fell to his knees, face in hands as he tried to stop his tears from flowing. This was his fault. All his fault. He was so stupid, blinded by anger when he made this decision to head into the city. It was to save his friend, and another crucial rebel, but it was really to get someone killed. And it seemed that the BLI had done it's job, most likely ghosting one of the infamous Killjoys in a trap.
"I'm so sorry..." Poison knew apologies wouldn't work at this point, this was so far past apologies. A simply sorry would 't change a damn thing. And even though it's same, for admitting this was an idiotic move on his part, he had to do it. "I'm so stupid..." His voice came out weak and frail, his eyes widened and cheeks stained with tears he could not stop from flowing as he stood up, silently handing Grace over to Kobra Kid, and standing near the Doctor. "Please... just give him to me." Poison whispered, holding his arms out to accept Fun Ghoul. "He's my fault."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 19:31:24 GMT -5
"Here, kid," The Doctor said, handing the body over with the kind of solemn reverence that suggested at him having done this exact thing before. He didn't meet his eye though, not at all. He looked off to the left, watching as Ashildr made it down the stairs, face screwed up in pain as she held her blood-soaked, burnt smelling shoulder. She healed, but not as fast as Jack. The man walked over to her, helping her along as The Doctor watched, crossing his arms over his chest before saying, "We have to go." Maybe it wasn't sympathetic, but the Dracs and other nasties would be here soon. Party Poison could mourn his... whatever they were, when they weren't in mortal peril.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 15, 2016 22:12:31 GMT -5
Party Poison nodded, wanting to follow someone with actual intelligence instead of doing everything by himself. He turned to go up the stairs, Dr. Benzedrine and The Prophet already on them, when they heard running from behind them. Everyone whirled around to see three men, one wearing a white suit of a Drac and carrying a limp body, sprinting up from downstairs with wide eyes and all had brown tousled hair. Benzedrine recognized them as the Sinners, a smaller less-noisy group of rebels that was special in a way that they actually used their real names instead of rebel ones and they didn't fight much. Probably because they didn't have sufficient supplies or training to do so, which surprised Benzedrine because wow, they didn't have that and yet they're here. Whether that was a good thing Benzedrine wasn't sure. The YoungBloods and the Killjoys quickly moved to the side to let them pass, the Sinners giving them waves and salutes as they made their way upstairs. Taking this as an incentive to just go, the rebels mustered up the strength needed to get out of there and following the Sinners' lead, ran up the stairs with a newfound determination. "Let's go!" Jet Star hollered down to the others, being the one that was trailing behind to make sure they would catch up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 4:53:41 GMT -5
"Are you shitting me?" The Doctor exclaimed. They had to go as in leave, but even his guys began to follow the man back up, Clara giving him a pointed glare. He didn't understand. Did they all have a death wish? Okay, maybe he had a bit of a death wish himself, but why were they all adopting it now, especially when he wanted nothing to do with any of this. It was just stupid. But, after a moment he supposed that he had to follow no matter what, so he tore off after them, a scowl set on his features.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 16, 2016 19:29:59 GMT -5
Party Poison tried to ignore the fact that Fun Ghoul could very well be dead as his body was being as gently carried by the slightly older man (what, about like four years? Something like that. Poison doesn't remember very well.) as they all ran up the stairs. They were kinda following the other rebels, Poison instead focusing on the fact that they weren't alone in the rebel scene anymore. They've inspired many loud and colourful beings to escape from the BLI's cold and harsh grip on them to go and live their lives where they would be most happy being themselves. Spending days on the vast Zones ghosting nasties and dying their hair bright colours, wearing equal clothes and driving down in their painted up motorcycles or cars living in the moment where it could be had. Any moment could end in their demise out on the scorching desert, but they did not give a s//t. it was a lifestyle that wasn't for everyone, but boy was it a good one.
They were all nearing the top, the Killjoys not feeling all that tired from that running up the stairs, but not really knowing much about the others below them. Poison put the pedal to the metal and sprinted up the rest of the stairs, still ignoring the fact that he might be carrying a corpse in his hands, and that it was all his fault. "We're leaving." He whispered to himself as he finally came across the top just in time to see the Sinners make their way towards the front, exiting swiftly and a couple seconds later motorcycles roared to life and sped off into the Zones. Poison hoped they'd get back out on the Zones safely, as well as himself and his friends. Poison also hoped that if Ghoul had finally been dusted, he at least had his mask on him somewhere. Whether it be his eye mask or off-colour Frankenstein one, Hell, both being ideal, Poison needed at least something to leave with the Witch.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 20:07:17 GMT -5
"Some of you should take the car and one of you should bring him to the TARDIS," Jack said breathlessly, as they made for the exit, stopping to push the door open with his shoulder and looking around before continuing, "we have a med bay in the TARDIS, if he's..." Alive. He could've very well been dead. He looked it. From the way The Doctor was looking, he assumed that the Time Lord thought he was. But, Ashildr spoke up after a moment, affirming, "Bring him. We can help." If they didn't have any way to save him (if he was still there, that was), they could at least clean him up for them, for a burial, or whatever they did.
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