Topic: A Question of Scale, logs

Lucinda Blanc

Date: 2008-03-08 16:12 EST
((OOC, decided to post play logs separate from the main thread, which still requires a fair bit of backstory to bring our fish-girl up to present-day RDI activities. Hope you enjoy and the disconnect is not too jarring!))

Lucinda Blanc

Date: 2008-03-08 16:19 EST
Sonny: :::The alley is a good place for a fella to grab a smoke, to work on his people-face before grinning his way into the Inn:: Lucinda Blanc: *She has lost her way, the gloom and slimy cobbles of the alley make her strange choice of clothing all the more incongrous. And then she sees the slow meteor of a smoke lifted to mouth, and her bony lips part in a little hiss* Sonny: ::He studies Lucinda for a moment before speaking, his drawl soft:: Hey fishgirl, kin I have a word" Lucinda Blanc: *Her black eyes follow a twist of her hair in Sonny's direction, her little croak of a voice cold* "You are unkind. We have nothing to say to each other." Sonny: ::He slaps his hand on the wall in irritation:: Hey now gills, I'm ready to let bygones be bygones and say I'm sorry fer talkin' rough to ya, but you gotta apologise fer taking a hunk outa my arm." Lucinda Blanc: *The ends of her hair all reaching toward him now, black eyes unblinking* "I did not kill you, that is gift enough." Sonny: ::Slams his fist down into the wall, voice rising:: Damn it now! Lucinda Blanc: *Perhaps startled by the outburst, she take a step toward him, long hair whipping madly.* Sonny: ::Maybe it is all an unfortunate misinterpretation, but seeing her move Sonny raises his Remington pump.:: You stay back now, fishbitch! Lucinda Blanc: *Whether she knows what a firearm is or not, she can identify a threat. Pike-quick, she moves for him* Sonny: ::The shotgun roars, a great hollow boom in the small canyon of the alley:: Lucinda Blanc: *She is spun, the right shoulder of her haltertop shredded, flesh underneath pierced by pellets, but she recovers from the impact and is on him, riding him to the floor* Sonny: ::Beneath her, he is twice her weight, could turn her easily, but her own blood drips onto his wounded arm in a dark communion, her pelvis is against his, her loose breasts beneath the halter pushed against his chest. He hesitates, cautious chuckle:: You ready to make nice now" Lucinda Blanc: *As her looks into her face, her black eyes roll back to white. There is a wet little noise, between a click and a pop, as her jaw unhinges, as her mouth opens inhumanly wide, and then closes, without pressure yet, taking in his face from the bridge of his nose to his Adam's apple* Sonny: ::Beneath her, Sonny fights panic, starts to struggle, and then feels the needle teeth, too many to count, prickling against his flesh. He goes stiff:: Lucinda Blanc: *Slowly, she removes her mouth, her black eyes rolling back from within her head, and whispers a croak at him, her bony lips brushing his lips, cold breath, still hinting at whatever live thing last fed her, whipering into his mouth* "Are we finished now" Will you keep your unkindness from me and mine forever" You have but to nod." Sonny: ::He does, the red dents of her teeth like a line of stitches over his face and neck, the few where she pierced his skin forming fat beads of blood.:: Lucinda Blanc: *On her feet with the same uncanny speed and grace that always mark her movements, she is suddenly through the door and into the Inn, one hand an afterthought on her seeping shoulder* Sonny: ::Struggles to his feet, sweeping up the Remington, free hand wipes his face and neck, beads of blood spreading into long marker-stripes. Mutters to himself as he moves off in the opposite direction:: Somebody is surely gonna have to put that fishy gal in a body bag, but it ain't gonna be ol' Sonny boy, she an' me is through!