Nicholas D. Wolfwood (
notabluesbro) wrote2012-10-14 07:02 pm
36th Confession [Voice]
[Wolfwood's not at his best today. Maybe it's because Katie has flipped her marbles more than usual. There's a cough, a sniff, a heavy rhythm of breaths; the small image on the screen is tilted awkwardly, showing a bloody chin and the edge of a mouth that's grimacing. He'd bother to cover it so there's no images to his voice, but he's sorta trying to recollect his bearings after dealing with echoes that he was not at all thrilled to see. He wipes at the blood that was dripping from his nose, looking more like he'd been in a particularly harsh fist fight than with any guns or swords. Or hit by a car. Yeah, maybe that one.
In other words, Katie is a dick who likes to flick things at his face. And make him see things that causes him problems.
But something's not right about it. Why—? She didn't seem that way before, not in the least. He knows she has an eye on him, but this...
No, something was definitely wrong. He leans back against the tree he's decided to sit under, ribs aching.]
I'm alright, before anyone asks; I mean, alright as in none of this is about to kill me just yet... Get to the clinic eventually, but Katie's lost it—nngh.
[Maybe shifting over that way isn't helpful. He spits some blood from a cut in his mouth. That was probably from the tree log she threw at him.
Don't worry, the log had a safe landing.]
The hell is going on with that kid? Anyone notice something's off with her? This isn't like her at all. Shit... If anyone can tell me anything, I'd be damn grateful.
[... He drags himself to his feet, the journal dangling in one hand while he fishes for a cigarette. There's the faint sound of him complaining behind a smoke:]
It's always me getting into this kinda' trouble...--
In other words, Katie is a dick who likes to flick things at his face. And make him see things that causes him problems.
But something's not right about it. Why—? She didn't seem that way before, not in the least. He knows she has an eye on him, but this...
No, something was definitely wrong. He leans back against the tree he's decided to sit under, ribs aching.]
I'm alright, before anyone asks; I mean, alright as in none of this is about to kill me just yet... Get to the clinic eventually, but Katie's lost it—nngh.
[Maybe shifting over that way isn't helpful. He spits some blood from a cut in his mouth. That was probably from the tree log she threw at him.
Don't worry, the log had a safe landing.]
The hell is going on with that kid? Anyone notice something's off with her? This isn't like her at all. Shit... If anyone can tell me anything, I'd be damn grateful.
[... He drags himself to his feet, the journal dangling in one hand while he fishes for a cigarette. There's the faint sound of him complaining behind a smoke:]
It's always me getting into this kinda' trouble...--

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What happened to you?!
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An angry kitten decided to throw me into a tree a few times...
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Or throw the tree at me...
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[And that's depressing all on it's own.]
Where are you?
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[she wasn't under any illusions. She'd seen what had happened when Katie had been in her studio. And, even before that afternoon, there'd always been the sense of something...other...in the girl.
But she'd never sensed meanness, in Katie or Wolfwood, so all she could do was stare in surprise.
....and remember the rather unsettling conversation she'd had with the girl about murderers]
Katie did that to you. [she's not sure whether to phrase that as a question or not]
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... I didn't figure her for violence like this, even if we weren't the best of buddies.
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She remembered the strange hallucinations that had danced at the corner of her vision when Katie had slipped off her stool. Then, Katie had warned her...no, begged her...not to look.
If she had done this intentionally-
Jilly's brow furrowed as she skimmed the rest of the conversations before responding]
I feel like I'm missing something. What is this about kittens?
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[Yes, his little erstwhile housemate HAD been acting strangely over the past few weeks, but target practice? This made no sense.]
Shifted, maybe; was she shifted?
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[THE BLOOD IS OF NO CONSEQUENCE!!]
I'll meet up... with a healer, get it looked at, no big deal.
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Katie did this!?
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Do you have to be so loud... Shit...
Yeah, it was Katie. Followed me on the trail, threw me into the forest. The rest is history.
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Turns out Katie's pretty good at being one.
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[Luke sounds exasperated.]
I ran into her a few days ago, she leaving blood everywhere, and there were dark things following her. I tried to get her to come back to town, but she just vanished. But she didn't attack me.
What did she do to you?
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I don't know where she is either.
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She took off on me; didn't even get any answers.
Something's off with her. I mean... off. I don't know her as well as you would, but from what I do know, this isn't right at all.
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