VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

Comments

Blatant speciesism

[righteously]

[Strictly speaking, Dean shouldn't be on patrol. He's already got a steady stream of pairs circling the grounds with their eyes peeled. He definitely shouldn't be going at it alone, not after issuing the warning to travel in pairs. Dean's famous for not listening to his own advice, though- always a do as I say not as I do attitude. Must have picked it up from his father.

Go figure.

Another thing that might be attributed to that is the difficulty he has repressing the urge for revenge, and after seeing Charlie-

After seeing Charlie like that, he's an unstoppable force, restless energy behind a gun with an eager bullet.


It's probably the worst possible time to stumble onto Isaac in this precarious situation. So, of course, he does.

It's one of the werewolf pack. It has to be. This far into the woods on a full moon? Eyes that light reflective? He can't see a face, but he can see those bouncing moonlight like headlights.

His footsteps are quiet and determined, but werewolves can hear. At least most branches of the werewolf family have some kind of excelled hearing, and he banks on this being the case, too. Doesn't try to muffle them nearly as well as he should, because there's no stealthing this one.

It's really not a hard conclusion to jump to, in his defense. He sees the back of a figure in the darkness, sees a trail of blood staining the snow and a pair of legs laying, motionless. He can't see who the body is yet, just that it clearly is one, and he must've, must've caught this one in the act.

So he cocks his gun from a few yards away before the figure can bolt, nice and metallic and audible. Levels it at a face he can't quite make out just yet from this distance in the dark.]

You bolt, I'll shoot. Trust me when I say I don't miss.

[It's a hard warning, a level one, shaded with something dark.]

Blatant shut the hell up and check urself dean

[algidity]

[ Isaac isn't sure what to think. Had it been Dean that did -- that did this? He turns back to the body in front of him, eyes that see just as crisply at night as they do during the day scan over it. The overwhelming clash of humanity and instincts is enough to make him sick to his stomach. He draws a hand up to press the back of it against his lips to try to calm his stomach down. It's only after the fact that he realises that just further gets him covered in the metallic scent of blood.

So he speaks, from where he's crouched. ]

If I don't, you'll shoot.

[ Isaac's voice is gritted out from behind teeth, teeth that he's trying rather hard to keep human. But despite his conclusion, Isaac stays still, not sure if he wants to take someone on that he's pretty sure is at Chris' level. If he howls for Derek, that would only draw him into danger. Allison would come running too. Hell, Stiles even might and as much as he tries to lie and say he doesn't give two blue fucks about Stiles' safety, he does, especially now that Scott isn't here to protect him.

It seems there's not much he can do but listen to Dean. The teenager turns to look back at him again before wiping the back of his arm over his lips, trying to remove any blood brought by the back of his hand.

And he tries to remember what Allison told him before he walked into that warehouse to sell a gun to an ex Yakuza... So he evens out his voice the best he can with his heartbeat and Dean's in his ears. ]

You don't want to shoot me.

[ It's akin of a threat, the way the words fall from his mouth but there's less danger behind it, like it's a fact. But if Dean is the one murdering people? Isaac's sure even without Scott, his friends would do something. The urge to bite out "I thought you killed monsters, not innocent people." struggles at the back of his throat but at this point, he's pretty sure he's not in the position to threaten the serial killer with a gun aimed at him.

He mulls over the thought of if he lunges erratically enough and fast enough, he might be able to throw Dean's aim enough to either run or attack. A breath is sucked in, and Isaac swears it's worse than breathing through his nose because now he can taste it.

It's about being human, holding on to the memories of his father. His father before he lost his favourite son to the war and his wife. His father before he took it out with his fists, with biting words or by locking Isaac in a freezer. ]

Why? [ Did you do this? ]

(sry for the tl;dr)