giving you what you want

[carneouspuella]

[ WHO ]: Visi and YOU!
[ WHERE ]: The apartments - your choice of your own, an empty one you were exploring, or the hallways!
[ WHEN ]: 3AM on April 6th
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN!
[ RATING ]: PG for now. Will change if anything happens.
[ WARNINGS ]: DEATH, posthumous dismemberment, gore, uncomfortable descriptions of Fleshchildren.
[ NOTES ]: IF YOU ARE PLAYING A HUMAN FEMALE AND TAG THIS!! Please specify if you want Visi to see you as inhuman or not! She will attempt to kill and take bodyparts otherwise!


[Her head is lying back in her own apartment, the long black locks slowly turning to gold. There is no safe place to contain it right now, and she can only hope it will be all right for her getting back to it.]

[Her entire body is flesh, now. She is not wearing her shift. The only thing she has with her is her butcher's knife, held securely in the flesh at the end of her arm. She hasn't quite got the hang of hands just yet, but she's getting close.]

[Up and down the corridors she goes, her feet making little sticking sounds as she walks. Every so often, she'll stop, listen, and then collapse into a puddle and attempt to slither under the door of an apartment.]

[Maybe you've just seen her do this. Or maybe you'll wake up to find her staring down at you while you sleep.]

[Who knows.]

Comments

[sank]

Uh-huh. [ Her smile is quite visibly strained. ] Tell him to take his time. Or— or, why don't we all go out to the diner, get to know each other over breakfast? Before the. Thing occurs.

[ Help me. :( ]

[carneouspuella]

No. I am not hungry.

[She pulls her on jiggyberry out of her flesh with a horrible wet squelching sound and, juggling it and the knife in her little non-arms, pokes in the number for her brother.]

Vice?

[sank]

Okay, then, uh. Call your brother. I'm just— you're thirsty, right? I'll get you some water.

[ DUCKING INTO THE KITCHENETTE NOW BECAUSE HOLY CRAP. ]

[ Saki doesn't even begin to keep her word of getting Visi some water. The door isn't fully barricading; it swings from both sides, and would be pretty meager protection. Tugging at both the stove and the fridge finds them abnormally grafted to the wall, and for a moment, Saki can't help but feel like the entire apartment is laughing at her — a thought that causes her face to grow hot, blinking rapidly against the threat of tears, this little girl is going to kill me—

Think, think, think, she tells herself, forcing the emotion to subside for reason. Tackling Visi to the ground is out of the question, so is running out of the room: both the knife and the hallway are threats in themselves, and what would happen if the brother suddenly showed up?

Pulling out her phone, she scans through the entire contact list with a small, despairing sigh before ferrying a quick text off to Rin (stay in your room until i tell you otherwise no matter what!!!).

When a few minutes pass and no spark of genius striking her, Saki opens a cupboard, pulls out a glass and drops it on the floor. Calling to Visi: ] Sorry, just hold on another second, okay?

[carneouspuella]

[Visi waits for her brother to pick up his own jiggyberry, listening to Saki as she moves around the kitchen. At the sound of shattering glass, she whips herself closer to the door.]

Are you all right?

You aren't hurt, are you?

[sank]

[ ... ]

Yeah, I cut my hand open. I don't think my arms are going to be any good for you now.

[ Without hesitating, she picks up one of the larger pieces of glasses and draws the jagged edge across her palm, ensuring the cut is deep and lasting. ]

[carneouspuer]

"Salutations, Visi. Do you have need of your head?"

[carneouspuella]

Vice!

No. My head can stay where it is.

I have found new arms! The host refuses to sleep. She has promised us a male resident for you to use, also! Isn't it wonderful?

[She puts her 'hand' on the door, then sounds worried.] She has hurt herself. I think it might be better I kill her now before she damages herself anymore, and then we can wait for your new arms together.

[carneouspuer]

"Yes. That seems to be the best course of action. I can help you hold her down, if you would like."

[carneouspuella]

Yes.

[Talking to Saki through the door, she begins to push it slightly open.] My brother will be coming along shortly. It might be best if we get this over with now.

[sank]

[ Visi's side of the conversation is perfectly audible through the door and Saki very nearly throws her hands up in frustration. Panic wells keenly in her chest, and she considers the kitchen's window; it's small, she's smaller, but what are her odds of lasting once she hits the ground outside? If she does do that, there's nothing stopping them from remaining in the room until she comes back.

When the door starts to swing, Saki moves instinctively. She gives it a hard shove the other way, back toward Visi, hoping to knock the child off balance. If it works, she'll be making a mad dash for her bedroom. ]

[carneouspuella]

[Squelch.]

[Visi peels herself off the door with a horrible sticking sound and wobbles for a moment, thrown a little off balance. She has dropped her phone, and it turns off as it hits the floor.]

Ah...

... No, wait!

[And stumbling only a moment, she whips her body over to Saki, aiming to bear down over her, knife raised.]

[sank]

[ The knife is aimed true, plunging into Saki's back cleanly. Her face twists as she stumbles and falls, a pale touch lending itself to her skin almost immediately as blood flows freely. She wants to cry out, managing only a croaking rasp. The blood itches, it burns, her shirt feels so much heavier on her back than it did a moment ago.

She scrabbles to grip the carpet in her trembling fists and manages to drag herself a few inches further across the floor. ]

[carneouspuella]

[She pulls the knife from her back with wicked, cold efficiency. Her flesh splays over Saki's shoulders, nudges away the hair from the back of her neck, and then she drives the knife up into the base of her skull.

She holds it there for another moment, and then pulls it out with a wet crunch.]

Ah... [She isn't sorry. Not in the slightest. She looks down at her body again, then strokes her arms.]

Such

lovely

flesh.