four. spam. get my hands on you; red in tooth and--

[indispensible]

[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! )

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[outofclothes]

[Stark doesn't bother looking Vin's way when she approaches. He heard her coming before she spoke anyway and he knows she's aware of that. Stark is, more or less, lounging right now. He's watching the traffic that heads towards the door, trying to figure out a way to get it open and to the other side like there's some kind of salvation there for them whether it be more power or a means of escape.]

[It'd be pathetic if it wasn't so fucking funny.]

[But he's also been keeping a literal eye on Ned in his room. Nearby is a jar with an eye floating in it. Stark's eye, to be exact. He set up something so perfect the original Devil would probably shed a tear over it. Either Ned graduates or he graduates. It kinda sucks for Digby if he goes with the second option, but there are other dogs out there.]

[Either way, Stark wins and he enjoys winning and he intends to watch every minute he can of Ned squirming with his indecision.]

Why do you think I only gave him twenty-four hours? [He pauses to take a drag of his cigarette.] I don't want to listen to that whining and bitching until the Admiral finally buys the farm.

[spam, Tuesday]

[deadliestviper]

[Beatrix notices Vin shadowing her immediately. She even pauses as soon as she senses the woman's presence, turning slowly to stare at her before fixing her with a sharp smile.

Then she'd simply shaken her head and turned around, ignoring the woman as if she was nothing - precisely what she will be, soon. But she lets Vin trail her, always keeping in sight, all but daring her to make a move. It's not until they reach the garden that she speaks.]

Are you simply going to follow me all day or are you going to try to show your worth?

[spam]

[composited]

[ Alpha looked up from folding towels-- scruffy beard coming in redder than his strawberry-blonde hair would otherwise indicate he should. Some guys just-- do that. ]

[ And some guys just give Vin the blandest of looks. ]

I suppose that I will. At least you're no twisting the equipment into knots. That's a little beyond me.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

[Ryan turned his bronze off entirely after Marsh nearly killed himself burning a bad alloy scraped off some of the fittings in Bush's cabin, and he misses it like a limb. He tries to avoid her - he avoids the gym, avoids the deck, avoids Stark's hall entirely, and a few of her other preferred haunts - but he refuses to waste the time he has control of himself hiding somewhere. He doesn't flinch or turn away when he realizes they're passing, either. She'll torment him, or she won't. That's all.]

[heisrisen]

[The Risen Emperor's crimes are numerous. Zane chose him, even though he is utterly human. He is noble and gentle and clever and calm; he could talk about theories of civilizations all day, if anyone let him. He is deeply obdurate in maintaining his own emotions.

She is pacing when he arrives, and he doesn't know for how long. He should go, and he knows it. But he will not let fear take the stars from him. He concedes only to watch them from the opposite railing.]