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entrancelogs2017-05-15 03:26 pm
shivving) wrote in entrancelogs2017-05-15 03:26 pm
fulsome hands don't feel repentance
Who: Joel, his Mirror, and you
Where: The Mirror and Real side, respectively
When: Throughout the event
Rating: To be added as necessary, but please read! Joel's Mirror is a nasty person. Any interaction with him has the potential for casual or blatant misogyny, violence, cruelty, and torment for the sake of torment. If you're interested in your character being murdered, he'll happily do so with little to no provocation. He makes Joel look like a fuzzy teddy bear. Please feel free to plurk or PM if you'd like to request character death/maiming or discuss how things go down!
Summary: Joel's Mirror is visiting the Real side, while his Real gets his first taste of the other side of the looking glass.
The Story:
Real
[ One minute, he's walking across the grounds, his day and his life as normal as either ever seem to get, either in Wonderland or elsewhere. He's got his rifle slung over his one shoulder; a less-than-impressive showing at the hunting range with Evie had spurred him to start practicing on his own time. There's no excuse for getting rusty, not when another (literally) hellish event could start at any moment.
The next minute, it's like his world is turned upside down, stomach lurching violently. Joel blinks, looking around at a world that's suddenly in greyscale, and his blood goes cold. What is this? A stroke? But he feels fine, and as he stares around the black-and-white landscape, he scowls. Speaking of events. ]
What is this, some Wizard of Oz shit?
[ Whatever it is, it's not good news, and he stalks off in the direction of the mansion. His first priority - as always - is finding Ellie, and confirming that she's safe. ]
Mirror
[ Oh, he's been waiting for this.
For months now, he's been watching. Observing. Biding his time.
His "Real" is nothing so worthy of the name. The Joel Miller on the other side of the glass is a sniveling pushover, incapable of standing on his own, completely wrapped around the finger of that little girl. Pathetic. He spends his days in the kitchen like a woman, reading books like a child, and generally wasting his life. Letting the useful skills he'd learned back in Boston erode away, leaving him soft and lazy. Even days like today, when he bothers to get off his ass and shoot something, it's a waste; he shoots at motionless targets on the edge of the woods, when there are any number of animals to hunt just yards away.
It's embarrassing.
When the Queen comes onto the network, shrieking and blabbering shrilly about traitors, Joel rolls his eyes. But he takes note. He doesn't have any particular interest in kissing up to the Queen...but a good hunt is always entertaining. And the excuse to take a jaunt over to the other side of the Mirrors, without the risk of being branded a traitor himself?
Well, why not?
He crosses over and starts walking without any particular destination in mind, letting his feet take him where they may and keeping an eye out for anything or anyone interesting. ]
Where: The Mirror and Real side, respectively
When: Throughout the event
Rating: To be added as necessary, but please read! Joel's Mirror is a nasty person. Any interaction with him has the potential for casual or blatant misogyny, violence, cruelty, and torment for the sake of torment. If you're interested in your character being murdered, he'll happily do so with little to no provocation. He makes Joel look like a fuzzy teddy bear. Please feel free to plurk or PM if you'd like to request character death/maiming or discuss how things go down!
Summary: Joel's Mirror is visiting the Real side, while his Real gets his first taste of the other side of the looking glass.
The Story:
Real
[ One minute, he's walking across the grounds, his day and his life as normal as either ever seem to get, either in Wonderland or elsewhere. He's got his rifle slung over his one shoulder; a less-than-impressive showing at the hunting range with Evie had spurred him to start practicing on his own time. There's no excuse for getting rusty, not when another (literally) hellish event could start at any moment.
The next minute, it's like his world is turned upside down, stomach lurching violently. Joel blinks, looking around at a world that's suddenly in greyscale, and his blood goes cold. What is this? A stroke? But he feels fine, and as he stares around the black-and-white landscape, he scowls. Speaking of events. ]
What is this, some Wizard of Oz shit?
[ Whatever it is, it's not good news, and he stalks off in the direction of the mansion. His first priority - as always - is finding Ellie, and confirming that she's safe. ]
Mirror
[ Oh, he's been waiting for this.
For months now, he's been watching. Observing. Biding his time.
His "Real" is nothing so worthy of the name. The Joel Miller on the other side of the glass is a sniveling pushover, incapable of standing on his own, completely wrapped around the finger of that little girl. Pathetic. He spends his days in the kitchen like a woman, reading books like a child, and generally wasting his life. Letting the useful skills he'd learned back in Boston erode away, leaving him soft and lazy. Even days like today, when he bothers to get off his ass and shoot something, it's a waste; he shoots at motionless targets on the edge of the woods, when there are any number of animals to hunt just yards away.
It's embarrassing.
When the Queen comes onto the network, shrieking and blabbering shrilly about traitors, Joel rolls his eyes. But he takes note. He doesn't have any particular interest in kissing up to the Queen...but a good hunt is always entertaining. And the excuse to take a jaunt over to the other side of the Mirrors, without the risk of being branded a traitor himself?
Well, why not?
He crosses over and starts walking without any particular destination in mind, letting his feet take him where they may and keeping an eye out for anything or anyone interesting. ]
no subject
But the blow to her head hadn't been without effect. Her eyes glaze over briefly before clearing, before she hardens her gaze and starts yelling at him again.
He could punch her again, hit her over and over until either her spirit or her body is broken. For all that she struggles against him, she can't escape him like this, and they both know it. He could beat her to a pulp, on and on until she loses consciousness or heart altogether. But the idea sounds boring, even to Joel, who delights in subduing those weaker than himself. Even he doesn't often target children; it's like kicking a puppy. Momentarily entertaining, maybe. But ultimately pointless. Ellie's nowhere close to giving up, and pummeling the will out of her like this - while completely doable - will be slow and tedious, he can already tell.
Time to up the ante.
Ignoring Ellie's threats, he sets one hand on her elbow, still twisted up behind her back, and the other on her wrist. One knee still pressed into her lower back - the only reason her spine hasn't broken is that she's flat against the floor - he raises his other leg, and snaps his boot forward against her arm with as much force as he can muster.
The crunch as the bone breaks is one of the more satisfying sounds he's heard, overtaken only by her screams of pain. Joel lets her go and backs away to watch, an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face. ]