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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.))

Comments

[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!))

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Asking me how he feels! How am I supposed to know? He abandoned me, even though he promised he would stay with me and help me. I don't want to hear anymore!!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is wary about approaching her...something feels /off/ about her. Well, besides the obvious. But he does anyway, noting the bits of flesh.] So you killed them to make them shut up? Brilliant solution, that. Only problem is, once you start killing people, other people tend to ask more questions.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But that doesn't matter! Because if I kill people, then he;ll come back anyways! He has to, because Sam wanted to protect people.

{She holds her arms out and laughs}

Don't you see? Those questions don't matter, it's just Sam.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow] If this bloke of yours really wants to protect people, I don't think he'd be too pleased with what you've done.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No...No, I don't think he would. But that's fine! As long as he'll come back, he can hate me if he wants! As long as I can have my dear Sam again, nothing else matters.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

See, there's a bit of a flaw in that plan. If he hates you, I don't think you'll "have" him, so to speak. But that's beside the point. Killing's not the right way to go about bringing him back.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...It's really too late for that anyways, though~

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Really. You're not planning on trying again if it doesn't work?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It was fine, until that person asked.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Which person?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I don't know. That's why they have to die. It's taunting me.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Hang on - you don't know? And...it's taunting you? You're hearing them now?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Softly. It's very softly.

{She turns back to the bus and kicks it, causing it to tip over onto its side.}

Why?! I didn't do anything, so why is everything wrong?!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he winces as the bus falls over, but moves closer anyway, hesitantly putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to avoid the flesh and blood] I don't think knocking over buses is the answer either. But I think I can help, if you let me. I've got a feeling those voices aren't coming from anyone but you.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Remove your hand, or I'll rip out your throat.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[oh. Now he realises why she feels "off." Hello vampire. :|] Do it, then. You'll just have another me to deal with when you're through. Scrawny bloke, with big hair. Terrible fashion sense. There are already three of him wandering about, do you really want to add a fourth to the mix? [because nobody has explained to him how death works around here yet. as far as I remember, anyway. :|b]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...You mean the Doctor. You're another one, then.

{She frowns, and bring her hands to her face, effectively (though unintentionally) smearing blood there too}

Ne, it's just not...I don't want to go, but I do, because I want Sam to come back to me. I can't--I just can't live without him. Everything has changed, just because he left!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[grins] That's me, hello!

[he sighs though, shaking his head] You're in love. All that pain and heartbreak is driving you mad. But you've got to believe me - it gets better. Takes time, but you'll heal, if you let yourself.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But that's what Dr. Crane has been doing. But...it still hurts so much.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

I dunno who this Dr. Crane is, but...there's not much anyone can do about the hurting bit. Just takes time. You'll move on eventually. Find someone new, yeah? Not that I'm an expert when it comes to domestics, mind you.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ohh, but Sam, my Sam...How could I ever replace him? He was the first person to treat me like I was human.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[blinks, confused] You want to be treated like you're human? That's a first from most vampires I've met. Not that I've met many, especially around here.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I don't want to be a monster! I just want to live like sister does, peacefully. Ne, but...I can't.