Case 17: Turnabout Terror
May. 25th, 2010 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
little_thief[The morning immediately after her horrifying experience with the Coral Cannibal, Kay wakes up in her own bed with a start. Her heart racing, she flails about in a panic, knocking the phone off the receiver. The whole of Mayfield is treated to the very loud and utterly terrified scream of a young 17 year old thief.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[There is the sound of heavy, panicked breathing along with the rustling of bedsheets as Kay tries to make sense of her surroundings while trying to remember just what happened the previous night. She's talking to herself, barely aware that she's narrating her own thoughts out loud.]
"W-what was that...? Sharp pain... and... then. Just darkness. And blood... blood everywhere..."
[Huddles underneath her sheets, pulling them tightly around her so that nothing but her face is showing. She's like a small child convinced of the magic power of her blanket, as if it will somehow protect her against the monsters that lurk in the shadows just out of sight. And she just stays like that, rocking back and forth and quietly murmuring to herself, still totally unaware that the phone is off the hook.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[There is the sound of heavy, panicked breathing along with the rustling of bedsheets as Kay tries to make sense of her surroundings while trying to remember just what happened the previous night. She's talking to herself, barely aware that she's narrating her own thoughts out loud.]
"W-what was that...? Sharp pain... and... then. Just darkness. And blood... blood everywhere..."
[Huddles underneath her sheets, pulling them tightly around her so that nothing but her face is showing. She's like a small child convinced of the magic power of her blanket, as if it will somehow protect her against the monsters that lurk in the shadows just out of sight. And she just stays like that, rocking back and forth and quietly murmuring to herself, still totally unaware that the phone is off the hook.]
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Date: 2010-05-27 02:24 pm (UTC)"Would it even really matter, though? Death isn't permanent here. Even if you found my killer and killed them in return, whoever it was will just wake up unharmed the next morning like I did."
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Date: 2010-05-28 01:51 pm (UTC)...Still. They need to learn a lesson, or else they might go after more people. We can't have more people dying, even if it's temporary.
...Death hurts, doesn't it?
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Date: 2010-05-29 03:29 am (UTC)[Sighs, uncomfortably rubbing her elbow.]
"...And yeah. It hurts a lot."
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Date: 2010-05-29 09:07 pm (UTC)W-well, there's always cake.
[[His angry expression begins to fade into a sad smile.]]
I should've brought some with me, then you wouldn't have had to walk to my house.
[[Pause.]]
I can bring you some, or I can carry you, if you like.
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Date: 2010-05-29 10:19 pm (UTC)[Laughs nervously.]
"I'm gonna go stay at Takeshi's place anyway, so it'll be fine."