[ subtitles for the hearing impaired. nic reads them impassively, eyes scanning the captions without paying much attention to the actual actors. it's a horror movie; it's not a particularly good one, but good enough, with lots of jump scares and decent special effects. nic's seated on one of the armchairs, ankles crossed.
it's a quiet night for them, but the calm usually doesn't last. for the moment, though, nic's content to try and watch to movie with her in the disquieting dark.
there are sounds from below, and around the apartment, but of course, nic doesn't hear them. ]
[babydoll is lying on the couch on her side, head propped up by one of the pillows. she's small enough that her feet don't touch the other arm rest, which is nice-- it's one of the perks of being short. the movie only startles her once (she had to sit up and look around the room before settling back down) but after a while, when sounds start coming from beneath them, she sits up once again, except much slower than she had when she was startled.
she grabs the remote and turns the volume to 'mute', waiting for the sounds to continue. they stop, then there are scratching sounds, and then murmuring. she scoots closer to nic from her couch, reaching to tap him on the knee. she doesn't dare speak; just slides carefully to the floor and bends forward, pressing her ear against the floor.
silently, she points to the floor, concern washing over her. this is new. they've never had something like this happen before, at least not in their apartment.]
[ he's alerted when she mutes the TV and starts to look around, looking away from the movie immediately as she listens hard and then crouches down to press her ear to the ground. something downstairs. eyes narrowing, he gets to his feet quietly. his sword is resting against the side of the armchair, but he doesn't reach for it yet. ]
Danger?
[ the expression on his face is one of slight annoyance rather than anything like fear. usually, their apartment is safe. if it were just the downstairs neighbors, he'd be relieved. ]
[she frowns a moment, sitting up and leaning back on her heels. there are sounds nearly everywhere now; she can't pinpoint a location. one minute it's beneath them and the next it's coming from the kitchen, and then it's both at once. quickly, she signs:]
Something's in here with us.
[she stands up, eyeing the kitchen carefully. there's salt in there, and she usually keeps some on her, but not today. today was supposed to be a day they could just relax, to do whatever they wanted or needed to without interruption. apparently, asking for that is not acceptable. she pads over to her sword, which is blessed with holy water, latin inscriptions and protective signs.]
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[ it's late already, the sky outside dark and starless with the light from the city. nic frowns and picks up his own blade, turning it over and resting his thumb against the square guard. ]
I'll go look.
[ he's no use here, when he can't hear where it's coming from. he sees where she's looking, though; the salt's easy to reach in the cabinet. it's the one ingredient he knows the location of in the kitchen. drawing a few inches of blessed iron, he walks quickly through the doorway and starts digging through the cabinets. ]
[baby doesn't let him go alone. there's something about what's happening that's telling her to be more wary, to have a back up. it just isn't right. the air is thick and strange in her mouth in some areas of the room, making it hard to breath, whereas in the kitchen, the air cools.
she draws her blade. the way she sticks to nic's side is not like her, but she wants to be extremely careful. they've never had them invade their home before. as nic looks for the salt, there's a creek of a door opening a few inches, and then, downstairs, a door slams and someone shouts.
that makes her rush for the holy water on the counter. even if their weapons are blessed, a quick splash of the water can slow supernatural creatures down in case of an emergency.]
[ he nods absently, acknowledging her as he reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a large container of salt, which he holds in his free hand for a moment before setting it down on the table and opening the lid.
nic sees her dash for the holy water, unsheathes his blade and picks up a handful of salt. he feels an unnatural coolness pass over the back of his neck and his eyes narrow. something from the corner..?
just to check, he throws the handful of salt into the corner farthest from the window and is rewarded by a shriveled figure materializing into solid form for a moment, mouth contorted in a shriek he can't hear. ]
[it's the shriek that sets her off-- all offense and no defense. she whirls around so fast that the jar of holy water is sent rolling back to the counter (she'll catch it, and if she doesn't, she knows nic will). she's throwing her sword before she can even think; it's all reflex by now. but she's too late-- whatever had been there is gone, and all her sword stabs is the wall.]
What was that?
[she frowns, glancing up to nic. she's sure she's seen some sort of description in the local news, and maybe even something in their bestiary, but she can't pin its abilities just yet.]
[ he shrugs (don't know) and grabs another handful of salt. ]
Ghost?
[ it might be anything, but it seems to be some kind of haunting—even if it's not exactly a ghost. some kind of malevolent spirit, maybe. nic draws his sword and backs up to the doorway, just as another thump sounds, back in the living room. nic's still investigating the place where he'd thrown the salt. ]
[well, obviously it's a ghost of sorts. it's what kind of ghost. or, wait-- maybe it's a banshee. she signs as she speaks,]
I know it's a ghost. Something's different about it, though. It's like it's everywhere at once. Maybe there's more than one?
[her eyes dart towards the sound, but she doesn't move towards it. she walks closer to where the ghost had been to tug her sword from its place in the wall.]
[ nic's not exactly capable of telling where other noises are coming from, but he does feel the cold breeze from the doorway. frowning now, he slashes his katana through the air and is rewarding by another gust of wind right to the face. they're getting warmer (figuratively). ]
[ they're pretty fucked up, he knows, but it doesn't matter. they're on their way from another building blown apart, driving from down the highway to another town with unguarded banks that hasn't heard of them yet. and even if they have heard, they're not ready.
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
[jennifer sighs through her nose, pursing her lips. she knows there's a gas station in two miles. they have it marked on their map (which is poking out from the glove compartment from jennifer having messily shoved it in before nearly driving them off the road). she remembers. it's the only thing that's keeping her from taking a bite from heine's arm.
she can hear his blood pumping and it's making her stomach groan. she's starving. she's not even sure if she can make it the two miles, but at least she's trying. that's what really matters, right?]
I know. God, you're like a broken record. Can't you make normal conversation, or something?
[ it's the thought that counts! or something like that. heine has no such sentiments, and just grunts noncommittally. he's not good at conversation, especially not when he can hear the tenseness in her voice. ]
...the weather's nice.
[ the sarcasm is so strong. heine glances at her sideways. ]
I will. You might not. [she chuckles,] I'm just being honest.
[last time they -- she -- got desperate, they had to burn their car down and steal another one. heine ended up okay (he always is) but the leather seats had been ruined and her clothes had to join the fire as well.]
Ugh. Shut up. I feel disgusting. Just shut up before I rip your tongue out.
[she makes a face, purposefully going out of her way to turn her head to look at heine. it's a bad idea. she shouldn't have done that. the veins in his skin pop out to her like some kind of great, exotic river, as if she's meant to drink from it.
a car's honk snaps her out of it, jolting her from her daze. she had been on the other side of the road for a good few seconds. she can totally make it.]
[ feeling her gaze on him, he shifts with slight discomfort, crossing his arms. then the minivan in the other lane honks, displaying great annoyance at the fact that they're driving down the wrong side of the road. ]
Shit—!
[ he didn't even notice until the car honked, which speaks volumes about his attentiveness... heine grabs his knees for a second, then scowls. ]
Drive faster or pull over.
[ there's an emergency pullaway on the side of the highway. he doesn't think she'll make two miles. ]
Um, last time I drove faster you told me to slow down, and then a cop pulled us over. And I'm not pulling over yet. Two miles isn't even that far away.
[she can handle this (at least that's what she's telling herself). some say that patience is a virtue, but she's not feeling to virtuous right now and she could really use some organs. and blood. maybe everything. mostly everything.]
There's a difference between driving faster and breaking the law.
[ uh, with these two... not really.
heine is nice enough to not mention that they've multiple signs, and just shrugs slightly as they pass the sign saying 1.5 miles to the next rest stop. they really are almost there, but he's feeling trepidation about her ability to last another five minutes. ]
[there's no difference. ever. they either break the law or they don't. it's that simple.
it's really a good thing he's keeping his mouth shut, though. she just wants to gnaw everything off by this point. it's like she comes down with a nasty cold before she needs more blood. there's nothing about that that's fun-- she likes to be pretty, not gross and normal looking.]
[ he finally just rolls his eyes and slouches back in his seat, crossing his arms. he can see her starting to change, the effects of her not having fed in a while, and it's just as weird as it always is.
he's still half-tempted to provoke her more, but... he'll keep hims mouth shut for now. hopefully they'll reach the gas station before any murder occurs! ]
[the few minutes it takes to get to the gas station and not rip heine's neck out are very long minutes. but jennifer makes it, forces herself to chew on the inside of her cheek instead. she's like a god, for christ's sake. she can handle this.
the only problem is she can only handle so much. as soon as their car so much as touches the driveway of the gas station, she nearly speeds into the pumps. she pulls the emergency break up and turns, tires screeching into the pavement before an abrupt and bumpy stop.
she leaves the keys and her wallet in the car- doesn't so much as look at heine, when she rushes into the station. whoever is inside is completely and utterly fucked, by this point.]
[ heine keeps quiet for the rest of the ride, amazingly, only occasionally drumming his fingertips on the inside of the door. he only grips at the seat in mild stress when she very nearly crashes the car and rushes out of the car.
geez. he sighs and gets out of the passenger side, ignoring anything happening inside the gas station in favor of reparking the car nearer to the pumps. he opens the fuel door and fills up the tank, leaning back against the door and watching the window of the gas station with distant interest. maybe he'll even see some blood from here. ]
[ joining the cooking competition wasn't really part of his plan for the week. or the month. or ever, really; he doesn't bake to win things.
but he's here anyway, rolling out a layer of dough for pavlova and really wishing he had his headphones with him to block out the sheer noise of the massive kitchen and everyone else in it, but even he knows they'd be a safety hazard. while the dough sits, he goes back to the ingredients table to grab the last cup of strawberries. he may not be aiming to win, but he should probably at least finish it now that he's here. ]
[ Kuroo was aiming to win, but he was confident. while a lot of the others were running back and forth in a rush right at the very beginning, he was busying himself with stirring the mixture for candy glass in a pan. once he was sure it'd be fine by itself he goes to look for a sheet pan, bumping his hip against someone in an effort to avoid a chef carrying boiling water-- ]
Let me guess. A shortcake?
[ ... not exactly an apology to the blond he'd just bumped, was it? he thinks their stations are nearby too, though he hadn't been paying much attention earlier. oops. ]
[ tsukishima tips to the side, fingers tightening on the glass bowl. he rebalances quickly enough and takes the opportunity to shoot the guy an annoyed look. not having to look down is a little bit of a surprise, but more importantly: ] No.
[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
Gray was a baby when the Snowpiercer launched. By the time the residents started calling it the train, it was home. He'd never known earth or any of the other planets. For all he knows, he could have actually been born on that ship, except that Gilliam told him he'd known his mother before she died in the tail compartment.
Gilliam knows things. Even now, when they're on a different ship, sailing through a different sector of the vastness of space, Gray trusts that he knows.
But at a moment when the ship is about to set course through the storm clouds above their next planet, Gray doesn't need Gilliam's knowledge. He needs his own body to put to work. While the pilots and scouts prepare at their stations, Gray hovers, ready to weave between clunky consoles and beneath them, into ceilings and spaces between the floors, ready to look for the inevitable troubles that a ship in this stage of its lifespan will have in traversing clouds of dust and rock with lightning arcing between them. A particularly bright flash comes through the ports of the ship, lighting the interior starkly white.
They've completed landings like this before. It's never less dangerous.
Gray rises on his toes once, then another time, stretching, before casting his gaze at the person manning the station nearest to him. Excitement and dread mix in him and come out as a twist of his mouth. He taps his forearm (good) and a spot on his chest (?).
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i rly miss baby and nic threads :c also idk what im doing w these prompts
some kind of city/modern AU. but with maybe supernatural.
it's a quiet night for them, but the calm usually doesn't last. for the moment, though, nic's content to try and watch to movie with her in the disquieting dark.
there are sounds from below, and around the apartment, but of course, nic doesn't hear them. ]
ohoho
she grabs the remote and turns the volume to 'mute', waiting for the sounds to continue. they stop, then there are scratching sounds, and then murmuring. she scoots closer to nic from her couch, reaching to tap him on the knee. she doesn't dare speak; just slides carefully to the floor and bends forward, pressing her ear against the floor.
silently, she points to the floor, concern washing over her. this is new. they've never had something like this happen before, at least not in their apartment.]
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Danger?
[ the expression on his face is one of slight annoyance rather than anything like fear. usually, their apartment is safe. if it were just the downstairs neighbors, he'd be relieved. ]
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Something's in here with us.
[she stands up, eyeing the kitchen carefully. there's salt in there, and she usually keeps some on her, but not today. today was supposed to be a day they could just relax, to do whatever they wanted or needed to without interruption. apparently, asking for that is not acceptable. she pads over to her sword, which is blessed with holy water, latin inscriptions and protective signs.]
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I'll go look.
[ he's no use here, when he can't hear where it's coming from. he sees where she's looking, though; the salt's easy to reach in the cabinet. it's the one ingredient he knows the location of in the kitchen. drawing a few inches of blessed iron, he walks quickly through the doorway and starts digging through the cabinets. ]
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[baby doesn't let him go alone. there's something about what's happening that's telling her to be more wary, to have a back up. it just isn't right. the air is thick and strange in her mouth in some areas of the room, making it hard to breath, whereas in the kitchen, the air cools.
she draws her blade. the way she sticks to nic's side is not like her, but she wants to be extremely careful. they've never had them invade their home before. as nic looks for the salt, there's a creek of a door opening a few inches, and then, downstairs, a door slams and someone shouts.
that makes her rush for the holy water on the counter. even if their weapons are blessed, a quick splash of the water can slow supernatural creatures down in case of an emergency.]
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nic sees her dash for the holy water, unsheathes his blade and picks up a handful of salt. he feels an unnatural coolness pass over the back of his neck and his eyes narrow. something from the corner..?
just to check, he throws the handful of salt into the corner farthest from the window and is rewarded by a shriveled figure materializing into solid form for a moment, mouth contorted in a shriek he can't hear. ]
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What was that?
[she frowns, glancing up to nic. she's sure she's seen some sort of description in the local news, and maybe even something in their bestiary, but she can't pin its abilities just yet.]
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Ghost?
[ it might be anything, but it seems to be some kind of haunting—even if it's not exactly a ghost. some kind of malevolent spirit, maybe. nic draws his sword and backs up to the doorway, just as another thump sounds, back in the living room. nic's still investigating the place where he'd thrown the salt. ]
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I know it's a ghost. Something's different about it, though. It's like it's everywhere at once. Maybe there's more than one?
[her eyes dart towards the sound, but she doesn't move towards it. she walks closer to where the ghost had been to tug her sword from its place in the wall.]
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[ he smirks, but readies his blade. ]
Where else?
[ nic's not exactly capable of telling where other noises are coming from, but he does feel the cold breeze from the doorway. frowning now, he slashes his katana through the air and is rewarding by another gust of wind right to the face. they're getting warmer (figuratively). ]
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Just past the doorway. You want to go?
[as soon as they take care of this, they have to go on a vacation. they need a break.]
We can probably trap it if we keep moving forward.
[she glances to the container of salt on the counter. maybe they could box the ghost in by making salt barriers.]
eheh ok this is it
these two crack me up so here we go
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
Gas station in two miles.
[ they need to refuel, in more ways than one. ]
yassss
she can hear his blood pumping and it's making her stomach groan. she's starving. she's not even sure if she can make it the two miles, but at least she's trying. that's what really matters, right?]
I know. God, you're like a broken record. Can't you make normal conversation, or something?
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...the weather's nice.
[ the sarcasm is so strong. heine glances at her sideways. ]
You gonna make it?
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[last time they -- she -- got desperate, they had to burn their car down and steal another one. heine ended up okay (he always is) but the leather seats had been ruined and her clothes had to join the fire as well.]
Ugh. Shut up. I feel disgusting. Just shut up before I rip your tongue out.
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Just keep your eyes on the road.
[ he is saying this despite being an incredibly shitty driver, himself. ]
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[she makes a face, purposefully going out of her way to turn her head to look at heine. it's a bad idea. she shouldn't have done that. the veins in his skin pop out to her like some kind of great, exotic river, as if she's meant to drink from it.
a car's honk snaps her out of it, jolting her from her daze. she had been on the other side of the road for a good few seconds. she can totally make it.]
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Shit—!
[ he didn't even notice until the car honked, which speaks volumes about his attentiveness... heine grabs his knees for a second, then scowls. ]
Drive faster or pull over.
[ there's an emergency pullaway on the side of the highway. he doesn't think she'll make two miles. ]
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[she can handle this (at least that's what she's telling herself). some say that patience is a virtue, but she's not feeling to virtuous right now and she could really use some organs. and blood. maybe everything. mostly everything.]
There's a sign. We're literally almost there.
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[ uh, with these two... not really.
heine is nice enough to not mention that they've multiple signs, and just shrugs slightly as they pass the sign saying 1.5 miles to the next rest stop. they really are almost there, but he's feeling trepidation about her ability to last another five minutes. ]
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[there's no difference. ever. they either break the law or they don't. it's that simple.
it's really a good thing he's keeping his mouth shut, though. she just wants to gnaw everything off by this point. it's like she comes down with a nasty cold before she needs more blood. there's nothing about that that's fun-- she likes to be pretty, not gross and normal looking.]
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he's still half-tempted to provoke her more, but... he'll keep hims mouth shut for now. hopefully they'll reach the gas station before any murder occurs! ]
omf im back from outer space
the only problem is she can only handle so much. as soon as their car so much as touches the driveway of the gas station, she nearly speeds into the pumps. she pulls the emergency break up and turns, tires screeching into the pavement before an abrupt and bumpy stop.
she leaves the keys and her wallet in the car- doesn't so much as look at heine, when she rushes into the station. whoever is inside is completely and utterly fucked, by this point.]
wb
geez. he sighs and gets out of the passenger side, ignoring anything happening inside the gas station in favor of reparking the car nearer to the pumps. he opens the fuel door and fills up the tank, leaning back against the door and watching the window of the gas station with distant interest. maybe he'll even see some blood from here. ]
sorry for the delay!
it's okay! I AM HERE FOR COOKING ADVENTURES NOW
but he's here anyway, rolling out a layer of dough for pavlova and really wishing he had his headphones with him to block out the sheer noise of the massive kitchen and everyone else in it, but even he knows they'd be a safety hazard. while the dough sits, he goes back to the ingredients table to grab the last cup of strawberries. he may not be aiming to win, but he should probably at least finish it now that he's here. ]
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Let me guess. A shortcake?
[ ... not exactly an apology to the blond he'd just bumped, was it? he thinks their stations are nearby too, though he hadn't been paying much attention earlier. oops. ]
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[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
...excuse me.
[ trying to slide past now. ]
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Gilliam knows things. Even now, when they're on a different ship, sailing through a different sector of the vastness of space, Gray trusts that he knows.
But at a moment when the ship is about to set course through the storm clouds above their next planet, Gray doesn't need Gilliam's knowledge. He needs his own body to put to work. While the pilots and scouts prepare at their stations, Gray hovers, ready to weave between clunky consoles and beneath them, into ceilings and spaces between the floors, ready to look for the inevitable troubles that a ship in this stage of its lifespan will have in traversing clouds of dust and rock with lightning arcing between them. A particularly bright flash comes through the ports of the ship, lighting the interior starkly white.
They've completed landings like this before. It's never less dangerous.
Gray rises on his toes once, then another time, stretching, before casting his gaze at the person manning the station nearest to him. Excitement and dread mix in him and come out as a twist of his mouth. He taps his forearm (good) and a spot on his chest (?).