hollower: (Hold your tongue.)
hollower ([personal profile] hollower) wrote2014-03-07 07:54 pm

☠ 8th Haunt ☠ - [Action | Voice]

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It's nearing dusk - many of Luceti's residents will be finishing up their daily activities or returning home or, perhaps, beginning their nightly activities. That new club that opened up sure is a hot spot....and the bar is open until the wee hours of morning sometimes. But whether someone is going home or heading out, they may very well spy out of the corner of their eye a figure curled up with her back pressed to the wall of a building, huddled up in the shadows with her arms and legs drawn up close and tight to her body. She's wearing a dirty, white sun dress - the New Feather garb - but it's much too raggedy for this young woman to be among the new arrivals.

Grinding her teeth together, Perona breathes hard, digging her fingers into her arms to the point where she may begin to bruise them. It's too bright...too hot and bright and burning. She can't leave her little patch of shadows...not yet...but she can hear and see and smell all the people passing by. Each beat of their hearts, every exhale drives her senses crazy and despite how hard she tries to remain in one solitary spot - wait a little longer - a screaming, clawing, biting urge gnaws angrily at the back of her mind. She's so hungry...it's awful. But she can't do anything just yet, and the wait is sickeningly long. But she has to be patient, as much as her legs are itching to spring her at the next person that passes by.

Curious folk ought to be wary, because she will be counting every second it takes for the last rays of light to sink below the horizon, won't hear a word they say against the echoing beat of their hearts in their ears - thu-thump, thu-thump - and she'll look at them only with desire, like a ravenous animal would, and only bare her very new, very sharp fangs at them when the sun has fully set.

Through the night though, and with each unlucky person she nets and feeds from, Perona will regain a little more of her sensibility. By the time she's come full circle and gotten a full grip on herself will she backtrack to where she first arrived back in Luceti and find her journal, addressing a certain person in private, voice low and shaking.]


[Voice: Filtered to Trafalgar Law 80%]

M-Mr. Law? [It takes a moment for her to think of what to even say. How does she even go about explaining this? It's not like she really even wants to come clean, but if there's anyone she could talk to, it'd be Law.] I've--...may I speak with you? Now.

[Her head's swimming, trying to find words and how to piece them together. Perona can still taste blood in her mouth, and while half of her finds the notion utterly revolting (it's not at all charming like her favorite books make it out to be), the other half she's become finds the decadent, irony taste extremely satisfying.]

By the schoolyard...p-please. [It was the closest building near her. And just as she's about to close her journal, where the journal feed seems like it's ended, she adds in a very tiny voice--] ...Be on your guard.

[Just in case.]





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[OOC: Okay, just some clarification, but Perona has been returned as a vampire. Chronologically, Law's thread will be last, but let me know if you want Perona from the get-go is ravenous, bloodthirsty hunger or a more sane attempt to get a bite. Characters also don't have to be bitten! Perona can interact with them when she's a little more herself, but the conversations will be very short, and she may attack them, which gives the option of the character also escaping.

And yes, she still have her Devil Fruit abilities, too, so if you want your character attacked by them or not, let me know. You can ping me on plurk ([plurk.com profile] MelonFlavored) or PM this journal for questions.]
goldenglasses: (Sand in the eyes HURTS!)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-09 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vash seems to sober up almost instantly when he spots the ragged looking girl. That hair- he's seen her around Luceti before.] Hey! [He moves closer to the girl.] What happened? Are you alright?

[He stops, a short distance away, his hand slightly outstretched towards her at the growl.] Miss?
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Staring at the sun)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-10 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shouldn't be difficult is something a lot of people think about when they cross paths with Vash, but they're always wrong. Alcohol doesn't effect Plants the way it does humans. His mind right now is crystal clear.

He notes the fangs that he's pretty sure he's never seen on this girl before. The dirty white dress. The change in eye color. At the last possible moment he pulls his arm away and casually side steps with his long legs to position himself behind her and away from her teeth.]


Calm down. I can help you. [Back home on Gunsmoke this would have never been heard of, but four years in Luceti has taught him a couple things.] Are you a vampire?
goldenglasses: (There's no more donuts?)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-13 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash jerks his head back away from her nails. He shoots out his left prosthetic arm in great speed, hoping to catch her arm as it sails through the air instead of his neck.]

PERONA! [He's not sure if she would be surprised or not that he knew her name, but he follows what happens on the journals. Even if he doesn't speak. Names and faces is what he's always had a knack for and he's hoping maybe the shock of knowing it may startle her enough to listen.

If he catches her arm he tries to hold her away from him. His left arm isn't real. She can scratch and bite that all she may want, but if she tries to come at him again he'll let it go and avoid her once more.]
I don't want to hurt you. [He'll give that arm a squeeze if he has it, because if she forces his hand. He will. She could hurt someone like this.] Please. Please don't do this.
Edited 2014-03-13 00:30 (UTC)
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (His dog day's just begun)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-16 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash takes a few steps away from Perona, eyes full of hurt. Not for himself but for her. He has a very good feeling that these are not typical actions on her part judging from the white dress she wore. Slowly he removes his gun from it's holster at his hip, but keeps it pointed down at the ground. He hasn't fired it at anyone living in some time and he didn't really want to start, but he can't leave her attacking people.]

I'm so sorry.

[Almost like the apology was some kind of spell the gun shoots up with incredible speed as he takes aim for one of her thighs. He just wants to slow her down a bit. Then maybe he could slip behind her and find a way to pin her until this is over.]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Well... shit.)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-17 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash felt awful watching the girl in front of him fail to stand over and over again. It may be the effect he had wanted, but he still hated putting her through so much pain and frustration.] Please, stop. Perona, please, listen. [He tries to get through to her as he carefully moves closer, keeping a close eye on those nails and teeth of hers. Maybe if he could get one good hit to the back of her head he could knock her out. He knows he can move fast enough to do it.

He's calculating how hard he'll have to swing the handle of his gun as he tries to move himself into a better position. Staying out of her reach until he can just rush in and jump back in case whatever the Malnosso have done to her causes his calculation to be off and he'll have to try again.

He pauses his careful movement as mist seems to suddenly start to surround Perona.]
What the... [Was she about to disappear? Turn into a bat? Vash suddenly finds himself cursing his limited knowledge of vampires. If that is what he's guessing the Malnosso have done to this girl.

He doesn't want her to get away to hurt someone else so he takes the chance to charge in before she can. Then she's roaring and the white explodes taking shapes.]
What the hell!?

[Vash jumps far back away from Perona, nearly slipping on some ice but keeping his balance at the last moment. A bad miscalculation as he nearly loses his footing, but exploding ghosts was not something he had expected. He gains it back just in time to move out of the way of the first, but it comes circling back. Vash takes aim and while the noise is loud his bullet sails harmlessly through the ghost's shoulder.]

Yeah, didn't think that would work! [What was he suppose to do about ghosts!? His mind is racing. Ghosts. Bullets don't work. Vampire on the ground. Ice below. Can't hit them. Silver? Where's silver? Does silver wor-BEHIND YOU!

He once heard something about ghosts and iron. Suddenly wishing he didn't have what would be considered an advanced gun on Gunsmoke. He's pretty sure it's mostly steel, but steel was made from iron, right? Lacking better options at the moment he switches his gun to his left hand and swings at the ghost flying at him from behind.

It's not very effective. In fact it's not at all as the ghost continues right through Vash leaving the gunman rather startled at first. Yet, it passing harmlessly right through him. Almost harmlessly.

Vash stares at the revolver in his hand.]
W-what am I doing? [He flips the safety back on it before tossing it away from himself. He suddenly feels heavy and he slumps down to his knees, eyes already filling with tears.] I can't. Every time I lift that thing, someone... someone dies. I can't save anyone. I'm sorry, Rem! I'm so sorry! Please, Rem. I don't ever want to hurt anyone again. I want to be with you.

[The tears start coming very freely now.] But I don't deserve it. Wolfwood was right. Legato... everyone. What they say about me is true. Everyone around me dies. I'm a monster who shouldn't have ever been born. It would have been better... Rem... you... you'd...
Edited 2014-03-17 00:35 (UTC)
goldenglasses: (There's no more donuts?)

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[personal profile] goldenglasses 2014-03-19 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash sees Perona dragging herself closer to him. Why had he been fighting her? Look at all the pain he had caused her. He really was a monster.

The gunman doesn't move as her fingers grip his jacket and he leans down easily with her pull. He even tilts his head back slightly as she leans in towards his neck hopeful that this time maybe Luceti won't send him back. He didn't deserve to come back after all he had done.

He grunts and his muscles tighten for a moment as her teeth sink in. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as he deserved for all he had done. Vash can feel his blood draining from his body; an unsettling feeling he does nothing to try to stop.

Eventually he starts to grow tired. Weak. He begins to slump forward, the only thing keeping him upright now are the fangs in his neck. His eyes feel heavy and the world is spinning.]

R-Re--Rem...

[No. He doesn't deserve her. She won't be there waiting for a murderer like him. With a sigh he shuts his eyes and drifts away into sleep as he waits to be completely drained.]