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entrancelogs2016-06-01 08:44 am
thesamurai) wrote in 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.]
Where: around the mansion
When: June 1
Rating:
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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[Maybe next time she'll leave and die, but for now, here she is.]
You're a great drinking partner.
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[Anders smiles across at her. Drinking? That he can do, and do so happily. She's welcome to claim a standing date for drinking in company if she wants to.]
So are you, and I dare say in better shape than I'd have expected. You're one tough cookie, you know?
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[She had once, when her son was killed, but then she'd found Andrea, then she'd found others, too. They're going to fight back against Negan, and they're going to win. She doesn't know what to think about being called tough. But she nods at him, accepting the compliment.]
You learn to be tough. Get drunk one night, tell the tale, regroup and go on from there. So. Got to the drunk part, told the story.
[This is all, by the way, easier said than done. But she's managed to get good at compartmentalizing.]
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[A tough cookie, of that Anders has no doubt. He's seen too many acquaintances split their wrists open and make the decision to end it all.]
One foot in front of the other. If you happen to need the services of a spirit healer again, I'm always available.
[No, it can't easy at all, being where she's been and then waking up back here just like that. But she's persevered so far and Anders can only hope she continues to do so.]
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[She shifts to stand, and is a little proud of herself for not drinking so much that she's unsteady. She needs to find Philip now, just to see him.]
Thanks again. [She leaves him with a small smile and a nod of her head.]
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[He considers asking her if she needs an escort back to her room... but it might be doing her more of a disservice to suggest she needs the help or wants the company. So he stays behind to stopper the bottle.
He's had enough, too he thinks. The sad state of her world along with the alcohol has left a bad feeling in his stomach.]