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indispensible) wrote2013-10-27 08:47 pm
indispensible) wrote2013-10-27 08:47 pm
four. spam. get my hands on you; red in tooth and--
[The world ended. Apparently. Vin isn't that sorry about it; it wasn't a very good world, and it never did much of anything for her.]
[This place is better. She has power enough here to protect those she cares about - although not from themselves, from their own inherent weakness. She is her own tool.]
[There is a lot of blood on her hands. She finds herself frustrated that, with the inefficacy of the death toll, she has less leeway to teach physical lessons. What the hunter said the other day is true: if the wardens kill everyone here, they won't have anything to do.]
[She walks the halls in silence of varying degrees. There's so little that she cares about these days, but in specific company she revitalizes Valette, the social mask she wore what seems like a hundred years ago, and seems a little bit happy for a little while. Admittedly she takes pleasure in the pain of others, or more accurately their ironic punishment, but it's sort of the same thing. Anything that reminds her of Elend is destroyed, as quickly and efficiently as possible.]
gym spam, throughout } alpha & open
[The equipment here doesn't last very long - at least not when the death toll doesn't work, because Vin feels compelled to take her anger out on things that can be repaired and don't need to be brought back. She spends a great deal of time beating the stitches out of punching bags. Anyone who looks at her sideways will feel her cold fingers on their emotions, pushing and pulling until they feel what she wants them to.]
[When she's sufficiently placated, she takes the punching bags over to Alpha and dumps them in front of him with a sullen look.]
You'll need to fix these.
deck spam, monday morning } stark & open
[The stars frighten her, a little bit. So she faces them, staring them down for hours at a time until her frustration builds to the extent that she has to take it out on someone. The pattern will be old hat for those who remember their time here: she watches for an hour, then paces for an hour. The third hour is when things get dangerous.]
[At the beginning of this cycle, she makes her way to Stark's side in silence, huffing her way through the smoke of Maledictions and leaning heavily against the rail in a way that entirely hides her natural grace.]
Your inmate wants to reason with you.
[Which is indescribably hilarious.]
spam, tuesday } bea, later arya
[There are things that, when said to Vin, start a reaction that can't be stopped. It's slow, certainly; she's never been a planner or a schemer but she does occasionally think, and her lack of purpose draws her response time out beyond that.]
[On Tuesday morning, she starts following Bea. She doesn't bother trying to hide her intentions. They should be clear, and after all, Bea asked for this.]
( ooc; vin is alpha's warden and also a lawnmower. she went with zane and became a murderhorror with abandonment issues. anyone who has ever betrayed her has been murdered or been at the other end of an attempted murder. she ranges between utterly flat affect and petulant childishness. she also is free with rioting & soothing. find her anywhere and everywhere, even if it's not mentioned in one of these sections! )
[This place is better. She has power enough here to protect those she cares about - although not from themselves, from their own inherent weakness. She is her own tool.]
[There is a lot of blood on her hands. She finds herself frustrated that, with the inefficacy of the death toll, she has less leeway to teach physical lessons. What the hunter said the other day is true: if the wardens kill everyone here, they won't have anything to do.]
[She walks the halls in silence of varying degrees. There's so little that she cares about these days, but in specific company she revitalizes Valette, the social mask she wore what seems like a hundred years ago, and seems a little bit happy for a little while. Admittedly she takes pleasure in the pain of others, or more accurately their ironic punishment, but it's sort of the same thing. Anything that reminds her of Elend is destroyed, as quickly and efficiently as possible.]
gym spam, throughout } alpha & open
[The equipment here doesn't last very long - at least not when the death toll doesn't work, because Vin feels compelled to take her anger out on things that can be repaired and don't need to be brought back. She spends a great deal of time beating the stitches out of punching bags. Anyone who looks at her sideways will feel her cold fingers on their emotions, pushing and pulling until they feel what she wants them to.]
[When she's sufficiently placated, she takes the punching bags over to Alpha and dumps them in front of him with a sullen look.]
You'll need to fix these.
deck spam, monday morning } stark & open
[The stars frighten her, a little bit. So she faces them, staring them down for hours at a time until her frustration builds to the extent that she has to take it out on someone. The pattern will be old hat for those who remember their time here: she watches for an hour, then paces for an hour. The third hour is when things get dangerous.]
[At the beginning of this cycle, she makes her way to Stark's side in silence, huffing her way through the smoke of Maledictions and leaning heavily against the rail in a way that entirely hides her natural grace.]
Your inmate wants to reason with you.
[Which is indescribably hilarious.]
spam, tuesday } bea, later arya
[There are things that, when said to Vin, start a reaction that can't be stopped. It's slow, certainly; she's never been a planner or a schemer but she does occasionally think, and her lack of purpose draws her response time out beyond that.]
[On Tuesday morning, she starts following Bea. She doesn't bother trying to hide her intentions. They should be clear, and after all, Bea asked for this.]
( ooc; vin is alpha's warden and also a lawnmower. she went with zane and became a murderhorror with abandonment issues. anyone who has ever betrayed her has been murdered or been at the other end of an attempted murder. she ranges between utterly flat affect and petulant childishness. she also is free with rioting & soothing. find her anywhere and everywhere, even if it's not mentioned in one of these sections! )
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I don't blame him that much.
Don't get me wrong. His fight is completely fucking pointless. One way or another, he's gonna end up on the other side again. It's either gonna consume and destroy him or he's gonna rise out of it like some dramatic fucking phoenix out of the ashes. He doesn't realize that yet, but he will. By tomorrow if he's lucky.
Later, if he's not.
[He finishes off his cigarette, tossing it aside wherever it may land and screws the cap back on the jar.]
But there was a time I fought it. You did, too, as I recall. Everyone always makes it needlessly complicated until they're presented with a choice where the results are obvious, but there's still a subtle difference. There's one version where they're miserable sacks of shit with nothing left going for them and then there's the other where they at least find a good reason to roll out of bed in the morning.
[For Stark, it was Alice.]
[Save her. Be with her. Or never see her again.]
[Well, he got 2 out of 3 for a little while. He can't complain too much about that. The offer he's making Ned is by far better by virtue of no Mason Faim anyway. If anything, Ned should be kissing Stark's feet for the opportunity to have everything he wants and not be tied down by a bullshit sense of morality, not trying to find any inmate who will give him a hand in trying to convince Lucifer he should do anything he doesn't want to do.]
[Stark misses the days he could take souls.]
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[Drumming her fingers on the rail, she tips her head, sighs, nods. She is still miserable. She just knows more about herself now; she isn't deluded.]
[Which, really, is why she would rend Zane limb from limb for betraying her. He betrayed himself. He thinks he's human. He isn't. He thinks humans can love him. They can't. It'll destroy him in the end.]
It's a good thing you're here. [She sighs again.] Otherwise I think I'd just kill him.
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[He goes back to leaning on the railing.]
I hope it's not me.
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The death toll. It isn't working. If I kill him, he might never come back.
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Worried you might be doing him a favor?
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Attagirl.
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