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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{A large, MTA NYC bus appears on the Plane, but it's not in good shape. Inside, it's empty, but there's a large dent in the front of it. The windshield is mostly shattered, and because of the damage, the lights inside of it are flickering on and off. At first, there doesn't seem to be anyone with it, but a hand darts out from under the bus, and Diva pulls herself out from under it. Most of the damage of getting hit by a bus has already healed, but there are a few odd things about her appearance. For one, she's wearing a prisoner's uniform. Two, there are broken handcuffs still attached to her wrist. And three, there are little bits of flesh stuck onto her, and she's covered with blood that mostly isn't her own.

Diva just massacred a crowd of people, after all.

She stands and leans heavily against the bus, her hands digging easily into the metal frame.}

Just shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!! It doesn't matter what he thinks, because he's gone! Stop asking!

WHERE IS IT?! Who keeps asking?! I'll kill you too, just please, leave me alone! Please, just...

((ooc: WARNING! If you tag in, there's a possibility that Diva will kill your character, so consider the consequences. So if you want to die, comment here! Also, Star is not allowed to tag with Suiseiseki :|
Also, takes place right after this.))

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Sigh. Send in the shounens.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Holy shit.

[Ikki takes a step toward the bus, but the way she's acting... it's totally unlike the Diva he knows.]

Diva, what happened?!

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She pauses, then cracks a smile}

Ne, I got hit by a bus. I thought that was obvious.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You're covered in blood. And it's not your own.

[The smell of the carnage makes him feel a little sick, but he steps closer anyway.]

Diva.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

...Diva?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, I didn't do anything wrong, Lucy. Why are people asking me such horrible questions?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What do they keep asking you?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus approaches slowly, eyes wide as they take in the scene; so many questions come to his lips but he banishes all of them with a deep breath; when he does speak his voice is completely calm, tenderly gentle]

I'm not asking anything, Diva. I just want to help.

[he stops a short distance away, not quite in her personal space]

Please, let me help?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{It's like she only just realizes that he's there, because her attention darts up to him, and for a moment, she stares coldly, but her expression softens}

Why, what is there to help with?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[the stare draws a frown, sad and soft and utterly out of control, but he forces it away; he's so very glad the chill doesn't last]

Well, you should get cleaned, so we know how much blood is yours. [too much for her to still be so steady, surely, and he only hopes it was self defence]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[have a Doctor staring at you, Diva. He doesn't know who you are, but he's going to try to be helpful anyway. Sort of.] Hang on, there's no need to go killing anyone just for asking questions.

((ooc: Diva is free to try and kill Nine if she likes - Ash said Kate could step in and save him if she has to. Does that work for you? :3))

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

They're not questions that trash can ask! It needs to stop!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[frowns] What sort of questions are they?

((ooc: Hooray!))

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[The bruised boy is just standing there, wide-eyed, in front of Diva, and the bashed up bus. He thought he got over the vomiting, but seeing this, he feels nauseous again.]

Uh...a-are you okay?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? That bus seems kinda...roughed up. Were you on it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What happened to you? Are you all right?



OOC: Diva can feel free to try to kill Ten, if she likes. He'll fight back, of course, but things can happen. =)

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah...I'm fine, it's fine.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You don't look fine. [tugs off his suit jacket to put around her] You look like you've lost a lot of blood. What happened?

[measureslunacy.livejournal.com]

[he sees the condition of Diva, and without raising as much as an eyebrow, drops and then returns with a shotgun full of tranqs. He doesn't shoot just yet though, the gun trained on her, observing Diva with a great deal of fascination.]

You seemed to have caused a mess. [observes her still, a fascination there, but slightly detached and removed, like watching an animal in the zoo] Might I ask what happened?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{oh jesus christ jerry}

You can't. No one can! All of these questions, and I won't answer any of them!

[measureslunacy.livejournal.com]

[you know you love him!]

[and he's completely unphased]

As you wish, you're not required to answer any of my questions right now. I imagine that means they are still asking you questions, even as we stand here right now.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{sup Gene}

Ne, Gene can hear it too, can't he? Or, no, maybe not. It's so softly, like a heartbeat, that maybe you can't! Ohh, but no one can ask that question, so I need to find out where it's coming from--

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Somebody has made a lovely mess.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's not!