[Anna, like most people, isn't in the mood to get fucking shot and didn't expect to end up like this. she doesn't know what the hell this guy's deal is or why he's just going around shooting people for fun, but somehow her body slumps over and she ends up face-down in the dirt in exactly the right position to not get stigmata'd by a bullet—by what she can feel was maybe only a hair's breadth or something ridiculously close.]
[she lifts her head, trying to get in a sentence before this fucking madman pulls the trigger again, and "asks" a question way more loudly than she'd prefer because she has to be heard over the horrible ringing in her ears. her wing bends to cover her face, but her face can't decide between terror and venom.]
[well, cool, now she can't reach her sword and she feels like she'd rather be face down in the dirt and just fucking let this madman cap her execution style. she could spit. this is insanity, this isn't what she came here for, and there's anger building back in her voice because she's not going to sit here and let this be the end of it, dammit.]
You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?
Winning is not important. Just the fight. The blood! Even if I am the one bleeding, I will laugh!
You reached for your sword first, you were first! You said no weapons. You lied! You changed your mind. Fair's fair, isn't it? Sword versus gun makes no difference.
[He grins up at her.]
Why? Why are you mad? If you knew you would lose, why did you fight back? Why did you play?
[her voice feels raw from the damage her respiratory system's been through—from her lifetime of bad decisions, yeah, but also from yelling and getting her diaphragm fucked up.]
You can't just fucking shoot people for fun! What the hell kind of murderer are you?
[god, she wants to wipe that grin off his face. her fists are both clenching and the fire spirit inside of her is begging to have some fun.]
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4/27 Continued thread with Anna
Date: 2018-04-27 04:42 pm (UTC)[He holds back, finger still on the trigger. Not out of any sort of generosity, but to answer her clearly.]
You wanted to fight, didn't you? You wanted to play a game? You came to play with me. Are you mad because you're losing? Did you expect to win?
[He points the barrel at her hand and pulls the trigger.]
How funny, it's funny! What a joke, a sore loser!
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Date: 2018-04-27 11:18 pm (UTC)[she lifts her head, trying to get in a sentence before this fucking madman pulls the trigger again, and "asks" a question way more loudly than she'd prefer because she has to be heard over the horrible ringing in her ears. her wing bends to cover her face, but her face can't decide between terror and venom.]
What the fuck is your problem?
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Date: 2018-04-29 10:55 pm (UTC)[He shoots her a big grin.]
Game isn't over until someone is in the hospital or dies. That's how it works, it works! How else would we play?
[He kneels down to grab the sword, looking to toss it further out of her reach.]
Fair or unfair, either is fine. Either is fun!]
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Date: 2018-04-30 05:16 pm (UTC)You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?
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Date: 2018-05-02 04:43 pm (UTC)You reached for your sword first, you were first! You said no weapons. You lied! You changed your mind. Fair's fair, isn't it? Sword versus gun makes no difference.
[He grins up at her.]
Why? Why are you mad? If you knew you would lose, why did you fight back? Why did you play?
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Date: 2018-05-03 12:57 am (UTC)[her voice feels raw from the damage her respiratory system's been through—from her lifetime of bad decisions, yeah, but also from yelling and getting her diaphragm fucked up.]
You can't just fucking shoot people for fun! What the hell kind of murderer are you?
[god, she wants to wipe that grin off his face. her fists are both clenching and the fire spirit inside of her is begging to have some fun.]