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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

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?!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

...Diva?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She pauses, then cracks a smile}

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

[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?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

“How do you think Sam Tyler feels about this?” they keep asking, and how am I supposed to know that?! Why ask a question like that?!

[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?

[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!))

[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.

[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]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

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

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Laughs}

Mine? Hardly any of it, I think! My blood is black, since I died here, you know.

{And then a pained expression} Ne, but I guess it doesn't matter now. I'll "die" again anyways.

[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.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[and suddenly his expression is hard and determined, voice strong and firm]

No you won't. I won't let that happen.