Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Josh]

Oh, resistance!

He laughs at that.

"I take whatever I want..."

He pauses, unable to remember her name. Damn it, it's hard to menace somebody if you can't remember their name.

"Mary," he concludes, renaming her on the spot. Still gotta fuck with Chicken Boy after all.

[Bratty]

"It is not yours to take. It is God's." Her tone is saddened, she looks up to him with resolve.

[Josh]

"You see God anywhere around here?" he retorted, running his fingers through her hair. "Ever seen him anywhere? He doesn't give a shit about this world of ours."

[Bratty]

"Just because you can't see Him, does not mean he ain't there. Haven't you ever thought there was anything more than...death?" Sad eyes remain locked on him. Not accusing, not demanding, searching.

[Josh]

He shrugged. "Sure, I was an idiot once. I got over it. And baby, there's so much more than death."

[Bratty]

"Then show me," she whispers in innocent, childlike tone. "Cas it's all I seen so far."

[Josh]

He shrugged. "You'll see a bit of it. Only idiots die, and the weak. People like you."

[Bratty]

"I ain't afraid of death, Wright. If I was, I would've already left before you even knew I was gone." She speaks calmly. "I know there is love in this world, and beyond."

[Josh]

He laughed again, a harsh bitterness in it.

"You think it counts for shit? You come off of some fucking farm, outrunning the cousins who wanna hike your skirt, and you think you know jack shit about life? When the time comes and it's your ass or the other guy's, it don't matter if you've been best buddies all your fucking lives, you'll trade his ass for yours. Everyone does. You'll see."

[Bratty]

"Not everyone, Wright." Softly, "Im sorry you hurt like you do. That you been stabbed in the back so many times. You're right, I came from a farm. Im just a small time girl with big dreams. But I know another side of life I left. I would die to keep that life going on well after me. I can't believe it is tainted like...," looks around the "dungeon". "This. Wright. Get me to a doctor, please? I ain't gonna go anywhere. I can't." She is sincere.

[Josh]

He rolled his eyes. "Done yet? I've heard every hymn in the book, but it's always funny watching you little fucks try singing them again."

[Bratty]

"Then what are you going to do with me?" She asks softly.

[Josh]

He shrugged. "You're gonna sing and dance and make me money. Oh, and suck every cock that comes your way, when I get around to peddling your ass out." He added the last almost as an afterthought.

[Bratty]

"I will sing and dance for you. That ain't gonna be a problem. I want to. I need the money. I like the show and to sing. But I can't...," She hesitates. "I can't do those other things. I just cant."

[Josh]

"Money?" he laughed at that. "You think you're getting another fucking dime outta me?" He slapped his knee, laughing again. "You really don't get how this is going to work. Let me explain this to you. You do what I say, you get to live. You don't, you get to live, really unpleasant, for a while, then you die. Notice anywhere in there where what you think you'll be doing fits in?"

[Bratty]

Her eyes widen, and her tone hints of desperation. "Wright, please. I need the money."

[Josh]

He grinned and stuffed the blouse back into her mouth. "No."

[Bratty]

She kicks and screams now. Flailing wildly. My god, does he know what he has done?

[Josh]

He walks away laughing, then jogs up the stairs, turns off the light, and closes the door.

[Charon]

When Marcus pulled up to his home he looked around for his car, hoping that perhaps his ghoul had simply snapped and come here. Doubtful, but possible. He played nonchalantly with the machete he still held in his hands.

[Bratty]

She wakes with a start, unsure of how long she had been asleep. She had not slept an entire night and day before, and there are no lights in this basement she knows about. As far as she is concerned, she is in the belly of the whale.

The smell of death, excrament, and urine is almost more than she can bear, but it clear her head at the same time it revulses her. It fuels her. She is not sure how she slept through this, but now that she is awake, it slices through her like a knife.

The taste of blood still fills her mouth. Her head, where her scalp and hair had been pulled didn't hurt her nearly as much.

She suddenly realizes that the only binds that Wright put on her were her own mind. She reaches up and takes the gag out of her mouth. After all, she was not bound, merely broken. Her wrists hurt like hell but she is able to move them, that was more than the night before.

She tries to get to her legs when she remembers why she hadn't just walked out the door before. She muffles her own cry of agony as she feels the sharp jagged pain of her broken bones when she even thinks about putting weight on it.

She can't have him hear her, though. Not if she is going to get herself out of this mess. As wretched as this stentch is, it gives her a chance to think. Without ~him~ there. His presence, his scent, his strength, his intimidation. She can't seem to think when he is around. But now, she is alone with her own thoughts.

Despite the pain in her wrists, she crawls towards where she thinks the girl's body is. She will just pretend it is an animal. That is all. It will help her mind get through this. It helps she can't see. When she reaches the body, she begins, with trembling hands, to shift through the pockets, desperately trying to find...something. Anything. A matchbook, a knife, a business card, anything. As soon as she has inventory, she can see what her real situation is.

[Cynical Cat]

Cassie gropped through the dead girl's pockets. With trembling hands she manages to get her hands on several barets, a few loose coins, and a cameo hanging on a silver chain.

[Bratty]

Barettes. All of the ones in her hair were literally ripped out. This will be handy to pick a lock.

She actually puts the locket around her neck. It is quite difficult since her fingers are shaking, for them to behave and do as they are told, but eventually, she is able to get lucky. You never know who might want this. Maybe some boyfriend or father looking for her. If not, then it will be a tangible reminder. A symbol of a rite of passage.

Loose coins means once she gets out of here, she may be able to use a pay phone.

She falls back from the rotting woman, and begins to crawl to the next. The stentch on this one is worse, and her wrists are getting tired. The pain she can live through, fatigue she doesnt have time for, however.

So she begins to crawl with her elbows. Thank goodness she is a small thing. It would be harder if she was not.

She has to breathe through her mouth, and even then she has to stop periodically. She doesn't know whether or not this one is dead, but she will assume the worst. She begins to sift through his pockets and person.

[Cynical Cat]

He looks at her as she sorts through his pockets. She finds a few more coins and a bottle opener.

[Bratty]

Coins and...a bottle opener. She almost actually squeals. Perferated edges. Dull, but it is something.

She feels movement as the guy raises his head and she gasps, falling back. She didn't know he was alive.

"Oh my God, are you all right?" She asks the presumed corpse. "Are you hurt?"