dinosize | anomaly 012 . a demotion

CONTENT WARNINGS for violence, abuse, suicidal thoughts, catatonic freakout, blood, demotion, idefk just CONTENT WARNINGS

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[ When he runs, he runs to the CES. Fleeing up the stairway, taking them three at a time, panicking, panicking. He hurt someone, he hurt someone badly, and the whole of the ship presses in on him, traps him, corners him like a hunted rabbit. He slams out onto the deck, leaving smears of blood on the door, from his hands, his bloodied hands.

When he gets to the CES, the door won't open.

The compass, his warden item, doesn't do anything. The needle spins idly. There's no response. There's nothing. It won't let him in.

Stephen slams a hand against the door, leaving another imprint, drying and sticky. Vex's blood. His blood. His hands hurt. Something might be broken. He's broken.

Stephen slides down to the ground, tense and panting, almost hyperventilating. He needs to get out. He needs to get out. ]

[ ooc note: Stephen has been demoted because of reasons. I'm okay with multiple people tagging in (timey wimey, etc). He will be potentially violent if anyone touches him, but he's not really a combat character, and anyone well-trained should be able to subdue him. Alternatively, he can probably be talked down. ]

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[ He cleans himself up at the remaining sink, and curls up on the bed, pulling an unnecessary, heavy blanket over himself. All of what's happened seems too enormous to really grasp, so he doesn't try. He stares blankly. Eventually, he goes and eats something from the fridge, which appears to have lingered where the shower went away. And then he curls back up. ]

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You didn't fucking come.

[She doesn't sound angry. Just curious, mostly. Her eyes zero in on his hands.]

Well?

[ A little bit of a shrug. Shift of his shoulders. ]

I'm not your warden anymore. Congratulations. You're a free - free-er woman.

[It settles in her belly before it settles in her mind. Heavy like a stone. Relief rising like bile in her throat, too. Oddly, she wants to run away.]

[Doesn't make sense. She just stares at him, head cocked to one side.]

[ He steps aside. ]

Check, if you like. No shower. No compass. No guns.

[ His cabin's an inmate cabin now. ]

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[She pushes past him into the room, walks the perimeter. No shower, no compass, no guns. Presses on a couple of the walls, testing them for weak points, something hidden.]

[When she's satisfied - well. That's not the right word, but close enough - she turns back to Stephen and looks at him searchingly. Then looks back at his hands.]

You hurt someone. [Question/deduction/both.]

[ Crossed arms. He's not even really watching her. Just - letting her investigate. ]

Someone who by all accounts is a little shit but didn't deserve a beating within an inch of his life.

Yes.

More people deserve that than most expect.

[She sounds distant - again, like she's talking to someone else. Then she snaps to attention, narrowing her eyes at him.]

What's to be done about it?

What?

[ She looks like she's ready to get orders from him. And that has to be the last thing he's interested in doing. ]

The new state of things. What's to be done about it?

[Like she's speaking to a child.]

It's no one's fault but mine.

That's not an answer to my question.

It sort of is. No one to take revenge against.

[ Though, at these words, he brushes a hand against his throat. Sort of subconsciously. ]

[Her eyes narrow at the movement.]

You sure?

[ He realizes what he's doing. Drops his hand, suddenly awkward, and looks away from her. ]

I'm going to kill him.

[Sudden. Not vicious. Just a statement of fact.]

[ He doesn't insult her by trying to play ignorant. Just looks tired. ]

What good will it do?

It'll make me feel better.

[ He can't think of anything to argue with that.

So he doesn't.

He turns around and goes to the refrigerator, and pulls out a beer. Offers one to her. ]

[She looks at the beer. Looks at Stephen. Looks at the beer. Looks at him. Takes it and twists it open and drinks deep, like nothing in the world will ever be as satisfying as this beer, and maybe it won't.]

[When she stops to breathe she closes her eyes, squeezes tight shut like she's light-sensitive. She just doesn't want to look at him right now.]

So do I get to go home? After I've killed him and all that.

[Joke. Ha ha.]

I think you get to go home when you don't kill him.

[ Which seems really fucking unfair, at the moment. He drinks from his, too. ]

Twice. He had me twice.

Good thing you got demoted, then. [Because that's never gonna happen.]

[Something sharp in her eyes. She blinks hard.]

Twice.

Throat. Arm. I must just be delicious.

Don't say that. Christ.

[She narrows her eyes.]

You could've said something. You better say something, next time.

[ Looks away. He takes a long drink from his own. He's not going to promise that. He doesn't like splashing his injuries around everywhere. ]

[A long, unblinking stare.]

I should probably hate you. [It's just exhausting to think about, is all.]

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