snowblindrpg | [log] Decoherence [open]

[log] Decoherence [open]

Characters: anyone
Location: In Norfinbury, and yet not.
Date: At all times, and yet not.
Summary: What you remember isn't what happened, probably. A place to play out situations that happened in the test drives or elsewhere. Things that happened and didn't happen.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

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[Now she does try to pull it away, not liking that he hasn't let go of it.]

Alfie Solomons, you are going to give me the harmonica --

For fuck's sake, Ecks, I'm not giving you the harmonica.

[He tightens his grip on the shovel, giving it a hard yank. But a hard yank from exhausted, emaciated Alfie isn't actually all that hard, and Ecks might very well have more endurance for this.]

[This time she does lose her grip on the handle, and goes scrambling after it with both hands.]

I also have a shiv I could use instead of the shovel --

[Just pointing that out.]

[He's pretty sure - not positive, but strongly suspecting - that if she really had a shiv, she would have started with it. But rather than voicing that suspicion, he keeps on tugging at the shovel, using it to pull himself up into more of a seated position.]

[This isn't working. Ecks gives the handle a hard push to one side as she lets go, trying to wrench it out of his grip and send it to the floor, and flicks the threatened shiv out of one of her many pockets as she drops to her knees right on top of him, trying to pin him and get the blade against his neck. She still does not move to actually stab him, though.]

It should not be necessary to murder you for this. Do not make it necessary.

[She manages it - the handle jerks out of his hands, the shovel hits the ground and skids out of his reach, and then there's that promised shiv, come out to play. He'd gambled, and he'd guessed wrong. Welp.

He doesn't say anything, but he does put a heavy hand on her elbow, squeezing.]

[Her hand threatens to spasm and she pulls it away from his neck just long enough to use her empty hand to strike him across the face.]

The harmonica. Now.

[He makes a quick grab for her wrists, aiming first for the one with the knife and then the other.]

[She jerks the hand with the knife in response, twisting to slice at his wrist with the blade.]

[He hisses in pain, and makes a lunge for her, aiming to grab her roughly by the shoulder.]

[It won't be hard to grab her shoulder...but she'll be headbutting him in the face now.]

[She gets him squarely on the nose, and he lets out on oof of surprise and pain - falling back hard and momentarily letting her go, though it'll only be half a second before he's trying to scramble towards her again.]

[That hurt her head more than she expected it to, but she uses his moment of shock to try to wrestle him over onto his front, wanting to pin him and get his hands behind him.]

[She succeeds in that. He'll keep struggling, but as long as she doesn't waver, he won't be able to break free.]

[She does not waver. She, in fact, puts a knee in his back once she has him down.]

I am going to take the harmonica now, mate. You can choose whether it is necessary for me to hurt you. Where have you put it?

[He grits his teeth.]

Let me up, and I'll show you.

[Her grip starts to loosen, but just as quickly she tightens it again.]

You are going to try to stop me if I let you up.

"No, I won't."

Yes, he will.

Why not?

[She's actually considering it.]

[And that's not a question he'd expected - though maybe he should have.]

Well, I'm tired; I wanna rest. I'm done with this; just fucking done.

That is good. You should be fucking done.

[She always was a terrible judge of people. She relaxes her grip to let him up.]

[He struggles up off the floor, slowly and creakily - and then, showing more strength than he has been so far, immediately tries to overpower her and get her down onto the floor. There's at least no attempt to hurt her - in fact, he seems to be doing it as gently as he can while still doing it.

No! Incorrect!

[There's an increase in volume, but not really any other indication of how upset she is with him for this betrayal. She thrashes, hard, the moment she feels him trying to push her down, struggling to get free and grab for his bag rather than fight him down again.]

[She has the advantage here, so it's not hard for her to get free of him. If she doesn't shove him down, he'll keep trying to come at her, but she'll at least have his bag.]

[She does not shove him, too busy grabbing the bag and lurching to her feet as quick as she can. The plan now is to just run off with the whole thing.]

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