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Michonne ([personal profile] thesamurai) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-06-01 08:44 am

eenie meenie miney moe

Who: Michonne and YOU
Where: around the mansion
When: June 1
Rating: PG-13 maybe? Probably? Or R, we just don't know. WE NOW KNOW.
Summary: Michonne left for a canon update and is back just in time to not be IT.
The Story:

main entrance/foyer/whatever it's called

[She's going to kill Negan. The same way she killed the Governor, she's going to take her katana and run it straight through his heart. And if he kills her first with that fucking bat, she knows Rick will kill him. Bound with her hands behind her back, she subtly glances down the line of all of them on their knees, feeling rage seize in her gut when Negan gets close to Carl. Clenching her jaw, she listens to him go on and on, and she knows, one look at Rick and she knows, someone's going to die. This isn't a joke, this isn't an idle threat. One of them is about to meet the end of a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

The rage fades to fear, something she hasn't felt since Carl was shot in the face, and she's shaking as Negan counts them down, using a child's rhyme to taunt them all. When he points at her with the bat, Michonne looks at him defiantly, but as he picks she closes her eyes, squeezes them shut for a moment, too afraid to see who it is before needing to know. But then she's on her knees in Wonderland, inside the mansion. She knows exactly where she is, and air leaves her lungs in a loud, guttural cry as she pitches forward, hands still tied behind her back, a sob wracking her frame with her forehead touching the ground. Someone's about to die and she's back here. Safe.

Pulling herself together she clumsily stands, taking a deep breath and looking around. One of her locs has been crudely cut from her head, but aside from that (and her restrained hands), she looks about the same as she did when she left. She just needs a little help with the ropes.]


video message sent from the bar (action optional)

[She doesn't go back to her room just yet, instead she goes where she knows people will be, people she can surround herself with and know she's safe. She settles in with tequila, starting a video message. It's recording for a good minute before she finds her words.]

I left. That's the second time it's happened in less than a year. But, I'm back now, and as per usual, nothing good happened, so. You need me, I'm in the bar.

[She wants to see the people she calls friends, family. Right now though, she just can't make it room to room.]
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-09 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[That's enough for Freya to understand, really. Having so many memories rushing back to you at once.]

And knowing some of our worlds, that can be quite a culture shock.
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Freya listens quietly for a moment before nodding.]

I can't say I disagree with any of that.

[She would be much more content here if her siblings were here with her.]
Edited 2016-06-10 01:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-13 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her face softens again.]

I'm sorry.

[Which seems empty, as it's all anyone can say really, but she knows all too well this kind of dilemma.]

When I first arrived here I was in the process of trying to save two of my brothers. I have no idea if I will succeed or not, and I'm not sure if it is a task I can bear to fail.
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She gives a small shrug.]

It's a bit like ... Schrodinger's Cat. Neither good nor bad, until I return home to find out for certain.
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-24 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods in agreement.]

It does seem that no matter which option you choose, you are bound to return to some kind of pain. I am sorry for that.
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[personal profile] deathlessness 2016-06-28 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Freya raises her own glass in agreement.]

I will drink to that.