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reverielogs2018-07-11 01:06 pm
resleeves) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-11 01:06 pm
open ⇉ here we go 'round the mulberry bush
» WHO? takeshi kovcs + ota
» WHEN? after the event
» WHERE? his room, bar, mess hall, various corridors
» WHAT? just fuck me up
» WARNINGS? violence, violent imagery, gore, possession, terrible things, language
( the ceiling is white.
the ceiling is white the ceiling is white the ceiling is white. he's been repeating that to himself for the last two minutes because nothing else is working. he's breathing. he's blinking. but he can't move. he's been staring at the fucking ceiling for long enough that he hates the color white.
at first, he thinks it's some side effect of the music but it's been quiet for a few days now. quiet enough that he'd been able to sleep in the wrecked remains of his bed. it's quiet right now.
the ceiling is white. kovacs blinks and
-- he gets up. )
( he's staring at the bottles.
most of them are empty, upended or broken and he's just staring like just his gaze alone will make alcohol magically appear in the bottles. but, they remain empty. hadn't this been someone's job, to get them more alcohol? hadn't that been assigned to someone as a top priority? wasn't there any fucking responsibility on this fucking station?
in the absence of alcohol, kovacs unfolds his long frame from the stool and finds himself some water.
sips it. finishes it. repeats the process until he feels his thirst receding. then, he resumes his spot on the stool and keeps staring.
thoughtful. introspective.
vacant. )
( a man has to eat.
there's a tray of food in front of kovacs that he's been picking at for a few minutes now. he barely tastes the food, barely even processes what he's eating but it's tasteless, inoffensive. whoever fixed the replicators did a halfway decent job. compliments to the chefs and all those fucking sweet nothings.
kovacs picks up one piece of food, brings it up so it's right in front of his eyes and then he flicks it towards the door, uncaring if anyone's making their way in and gets a fucking piece of food stuck to themselves.
one corner of his mouth lifts up and a brief, sharp laugh slips out before he's back to frowning, back to his food. )
( when he sees her, he smiles.
down the hall, a few feet away, lies the body of his sister. reileen. reileen who'd watched as he'd killed their father. reileen who'd been given to the yakuza. reileen who had left him. left him so along ago.
back where she belonged. with him. as he steps closer, boots echoing off the floor, he inhales deeply and smells the rot, the death. her hair is a halo around her head, some strands clinging stubbornly to her cheek and chin.
her eyes are open.
when kovacs is close enough, he crouches down beside her and rubs a tender, feather light hand over her cheek and up her forehead. her skin is clammy and grey. cold. she's so cold. she needs to be warmed up.
his hands are strong and assured when he reaches for her shoulders and turns her over. they're soft and efficient when he brushes the hair off the back of her neck, exposing her skin.
he has no knife. so he uses his fingernails.
with only the slightest tensing of his jaw, kovacs digs his nails into the back of her neck like a rabid animal. he scrapes and pulls, pushes and tears until blood spills over his hands, and onto the deck below.
he doesn't stop. an envoy's strength is significant and he uses that to brutally dig a gash into the back of his sister's neck. his thumbs pull apart the raggedly cut skin until he can see the muscle and bone below.
he reaches in and breaks her spine at the neck. the sound of bones popping echoes off the walls and kovacs moves those aside to grab what he's looking for.
with a grunt, he rips the stack out of her neck and holds it up. it's covered in blood and tissue, still glowing a brilliant blue color.
with his sister's neck open and smeared with blood, kovacs gets to his feet, turns and smashes the stack against the wall over and over again. blood from his hands transfers to the wall, leaving behind smudged bloody palm prints and fingerprints.
the stack cracks. it breaks. it bends. it shatters to pieces that fall harmlessly to the floor.
and then kovacs steps on them, grinding them down into his sister is reduced to dust underneath his shoes.
kovacs sighs. with that done, he turns back the way he came, covered in reileen's blood and body tissue. he tucks his hands into his pockets and walks off as if there wasn't a scene of horror behind him. )
( kovacs is a mess by the time he's back in his room.
well, that just requires a shower, doesn't it? stripping himself of his jumpsuit and stepping into the shower. he washes himself free of the bits of his sister that have clung to him and then he steps out, dries off, puts his clothes back on and lays down.
he closes his eyes. takes a breath and
-- gets up again. )
Fuck.
( the word is a whispered note of pain. of terror. of unbelievable anger. he has no idea what's just happened but he remembers it all. he remembers every fucking detail and with a growl that reverberates down the hall, he shoots out of his bed and down the hall.
he takes a path that he wishes weren't sickeningly familiar until he's standing at the end of the corridor staring at the carnage he'd just inflicted.
staring at his sister with the back of her neck a gaping maw and her body ignored and abused by the one person she'd trusted. by the one person she'd loved.
for once in his life, kovacs doesn't know what to do. )
( what's up, party people! just wanted to put a few notes down here for a few things. obviously, the first two prompts are kovacs but not. but, it's a very close replication and though i'm cool with people being able to figure it out, if you don't know him well, you wouldn't be able to tell there's a difference. if you know him well, you would.
in the prompt with his sister, you're not going to be able to stop him from doing what he does. feel free to witness it or try to stop but in the end, he's going to complete the process of destroying her stack.
in the last prompt, he's going to end up spacing the body (because safest, most hygienic option) but might need some assistance because, you know. )
» WHEN? after the event
» WHERE? his room, bar, mess hall, various corridors
» WHAT? just fuck me up
» WARNINGS? violence, violent imagery, gore, possession, terrible things, language
( the ceiling is white.
the ceiling is white the ceiling is white the ceiling is white. he's been repeating that to himself for the last two minutes because nothing else is working. he's breathing. he's blinking. but he can't move. he's been staring at the fucking ceiling for long enough that he hates the color white.
at first, he thinks it's some side effect of the music but it's been quiet for a few days now. quiet enough that he'd been able to sleep in the wrecked remains of his bed. it's quiet right now.
the ceiling is white. kovacs blinks and
-- he gets up. )
⇉ 01. bar
( he's staring at the bottles.
most of them are empty, upended or broken and he's just staring like just his gaze alone will make alcohol magically appear in the bottles. but, they remain empty. hadn't this been someone's job, to get them more alcohol? hadn't that been assigned to someone as a top priority? wasn't there any fucking responsibility on this fucking station?
in the absence of alcohol, kovacs unfolds his long frame from the stool and finds himself some water.
sips it. finishes it. repeats the process until he feels his thirst receding. then, he resumes his spot on the stool and keeps staring.
thoughtful. introspective.
vacant. )
⇉ 02. mess hall
( a man has to eat.
there's a tray of food in front of kovacs that he's been picking at for a few minutes now. he barely tastes the food, barely even processes what he's eating but it's tasteless, inoffensive. whoever fixed the replicators did a halfway decent job. compliments to the chefs and all those fucking sweet nothings.
kovacs picks up one piece of food, brings it up so it's right in front of his eyes and then he flicks it towards the door, uncaring if anyone's making their way in and gets a fucking piece of food stuck to themselves.
one corner of his mouth lifts up and a brief, sharp laugh slips out before he's back to frowning, back to his food. )
⇉ 03. corridor cw: violence, violent imagery, gore, creepiness
( when he sees her, he smiles.
down the hall, a few feet away, lies the body of his sister. reileen. reileen who'd watched as he'd killed their father. reileen who'd been given to the yakuza. reileen who had left him. left him so along ago.
back where she belonged. with him. as he steps closer, boots echoing off the floor, he inhales deeply and smells the rot, the death. her hair is a halo around her head, some strands clinging stubbornly to her cheek and chin.
her eyes are open.
when kovacs is close enough, he crouches down beside her and rubs a tender, feather light hand over her cheek and up her forehead. her skin is clammy and grey. cold. she's so cold. she needs to be warmed up.
his hands are strong and assured when he reaches for her shoulders and turns her over. they're soft and efficient when he brushes the hair off the back of her neck, exposing her skin.
he has no knife. so he uses his fingernails.
with only the slightest tensing of his jaw, kovacs digs his nails into the back of her neck like a rabid animal. he scrapes and pulls, pushes and tears until blood spills over his hands, and onto the deck below.
he doesn't stop. an envoy's strength is significant and he uses that to brutally dig a gash into the back of his sister's neck. his thumbs pull apart the raggedly cut skin until he can see the muscle and bone below.
he reaches in and breaks her spine at the neck. the sound of bones popping echoes off the walls and kovacs moves those aside to grab what he's looking for.
with a grunt, he rips the stack out of her neck and holds it up. it's covered in blood and tissue, still glowing a brilliant blue color.
with his sister's neck open and smeared with blood, kovacs gets to his feet, turns and smashes the stack against the wall over and over again. blood from his hands transfers to the wall, leaving behind smudged bloody palm prints and fingerprints.
the stack cracks. it breaks. it bends. it shatters to pieces that fall harmlessly to the floor.
and then kovacs steps on them, grinding them down into his sister is reduced to dust underneath his shoes.
kovacs sighs. with that done, he turns back the way he came, covered in reileen's blood and body tissue. he tucks his hands into his pockets and walks off as if there wasn't a scene of horror behind him. )
⇉ 04. kovacs' room, corridor
( kovacs is a mess by the time he's back in his room.
well, that just requires a shower, doesn't it? stripping himself of his jumpsuit and stepping into the shower. he washes himself free of the bits of his sister that have clung to him and then he steps out, dries off, puts his clothes back on and lays down.
he closes his eyes. takes a breath and
-- gets up again. )
Fuck.
( the word is a whispered note of pain. of terror. of unbelievable anger. he has no idea what's just happened but he remembers it all. he remembers every fucking detail and with a growl that reverberates down the hall, he shoots out of his bed and down the hall.
he takes a path that he wishes weren't sickeningly familiar until he's standing at the end of the corridor staring at the carnage he'd just inflicted.
staring at his sister with the back of her neck a gaping maw and her body ignored and abused by the one person she'd trusted. by the one person she'd loved.
for once in his life, kovacs doesn't know what to do. )
⇉ ooc
( what's up, party people! just wanted to put a few notes down here for a few things. obviously, the first two prompts are kovacs but not. but, it's a very close replication and though i'm cool with people being able to figure it out, if you don't know him well, you wouldn't be able to tell there's a difference. if you know him well, you would.
in the prompt with his sister, you're not going to be able to stop him from doing what he does. feel free to witness it or try to stop but in the end, he's going to complete the process of destroying her stack.
in the last prompt, he's going to end up spacing the body (because safest, most hygienic option) but might need some assistance because, you know. )
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( how fucking kind of you, daisy. how fucking kind. kovacs can't stop looking at her. he knows that any sort of lifesaving measure wouldn't work. he can actually see the fine powder mixed in with her blood that had been her stack.
her life. crushed. )
This isn't going to make me apologize.
( he remembers what he'd done to her and while there had been some circumstances that had made him act a little more rash than usual, she had thrown the first punch. )
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[With hesitation, she walks towards where he and the unnamed woman are. Once she's close enough though, Daisy isn't sure what to do next. Scoffing when he tells her that by her helping, it wouldn't be enough to apologize, Daisy looks up at him.]
I never expected one anyway, and I'm not doing this for you.
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( kovacs meets her look head on even if he doesn't want to stop looking at his sister, doesn't want to take his eyes off the fucking horrorscape he's just unleashed.
what the fuck had happened? quell's trained him for this. to withstand this and he'd just...let it happen. )
You don't even know her.
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[And maybe she had reacted too quickly in thinking he had done this. Although she's convinced that he knows more than he's admitting. Disposing of a body is something completely new to her, but she figures the first step is getting them off the ground. Which is why she bends down and carefully puts her hands under her shoulders.]
Help me lift her.
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besides the fact that he'd killed her. real death. she'd been dead when she'd arrived but the scent of rot and death is still in his nose. he can still small her. rot and death and blood. )
Don't touch her.
( the words are low, dangerous he doesn't even look at her as he says them. no one gets to touch his sister. no one gets to move her. no one gets to do anything to her but him.
including killing her. )
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Seriously? Didn't we do enough of this the other day?
[She's trying to help and he's going to be a dick about that too? Getting up from the floor, Daisy keeps her distance for now.]
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( he does. he remembers it well because he'd been the one to fuck her face up. )
Don't touch her. I know you're not fucking hard of hearing so fucking listen.
( he closes his eyes, puts a hand over rei's forehead. she's so, so cold. this isn't right. this isn't how it should be. she'd been alive. she'd come back to him. )
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Of course, she wants to tear into him when he keeps snapping at her like that, but he's grieving. And as much as she doesn't understand what the fuck is happening here, she knows what grief looks like.]
I'm just trying to help.
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( she'd been dead when he'd come upon her but there'd been the chance of bringing her back if he hadn't done what he'd done. he could have taken her stack, saved it, kept it in his room until a sleeve came along that she could use.
but, he'd just...smashed her life. taken it from her without even asking. )
She's not even supposed to be here. Fucking Protectorate.
( they'd blown her up. taken her out. he'd watched it so how was she here? )
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[Meant to be here. None of them can remember how they got here, which is a huge part of her frustration with this place. She could just leave, she should leave. After all he's made it pretty clear he doesn’t want here and yet, she can’t just leave this alone. Even if he’s been a total dick to her, she can’t just leave him to deal with this alone. For now she stays silent though, because it’s clear he’s talking to himself out of anger. And nothing she can say will help.]
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( but that's because he hasn't explained it to her. she doesn't know and while kovacs realizes that in some dim, dark part of his mind, it's hard to really access that area right now. not when his sister is right here and everything inside of him is screaming. )
She's dead.
( yes, he knows that's obvious but he doesn't mean right now. he doesn't mean in this moment. )
I saw her fucking die. This station isn't just going to bring a fucking body.
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She was dead before she arrived here.
[Daisy looks down at her before she looks to him, finally understanding what he's been trying to get at.]
Maybe this is just a hallucination.
[It doesn't smell like one, but it was the most logical thing she could think of. Although if it was, why was she seeing it too?]
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( he wasn't a stranger to hallucinations but this wasn't one of them. she was seeing it too as much as he wished she wasn't. )
Nothing about this is right. Nothing.
( kovacs clenches his eyes shut and tries to figure out what's happening to him, what he's done, what caused this but there's nothing. )
This is something else.
( that's all he has. )
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This whole place isn't right. This is just their way of getting to you. I mean, they clearly are testing us all the time, just to see what we'd do.
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Well, they've fucking succeeded.
( he needs to -- do something. he needs to do something and he has no idea what. he needs to move the body.
fuck. )
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If you can find a place to put her, I can help you clean this up.
[Because he clearly doesn't want her touching her.]
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The fuck would I put a dead body?
( he doesn't expect an answer. he knows what he has to do. )
Just -- leave me alone.
( he swallows around a bitter ball of hate and finally reaches to take his sister's shoulders so he can bring her up against him, staining his jumpsuit with his blood. )
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Watching as he takes hold of the woman's mutilated body and holds her against him, Daisy presses her lips together.]
Okay.
[For once she knows when to quit. She's offered as much as she can, and he clearly doesn't want her help at all. Or maybe he just wants time alone with her. Of course, Daisy still has no idea who she is, but she suspects she'll never get an answer to that anyway.
After standing there for almost a minute, Daisy finally turns to head back to her room so she can wash the blood off of her hands.]