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Post by leila on Dec 7, 2010 19:13:00 GMT -7
 ALL WOUND UP, ON THE EDGE terrified, sleep disturbed, petrified[/font] • • • • • • • • • • • RAVEN KASS ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Leila, or Elizabeth, felt her panic attack simmering to a tolerable level of fear. Broken belts laid on the floor of the closet her and Jack were locked in, having been torn off when Elizabeth started freaking out. This was definitely the worst day of her second life, being forced into her old and middle aged body and into an enclosed space. She couldn’t even stand to have her bedroom door closed for too long, let alone being in a tiny little closet. After breaking the belts that had tied her up, which had been easy in her state of complete panic, she had spent a long time pacing around the closet like a caged animal, hitting and kicking the door while screaming bloody murder, something she was quiet good at. Her knuckles were red and bloody from pounding on the closet door, which she had given up on doing by now. Elizabeth was now sitting on the floor of the closet, pressed into the far corner after throwing around the stuff that had been in her way. Her entire body was trembling like a naked Chihuahua in the middle of winter and her cheeks were stained with tears. Big brown eyes reflected her fear, red and puffy from the crying she was still doing from being locked up.
All she could think about was back to her four year imprisonment, which she had definitely not enjoyed in any way, shape, or form. It had gotten to the point where she couldn’t stand being there so bad that she did the only thing she could to get out of it: starved herself to death. It hadn’t taken as long as she had thought it would, and dying hadn’t been so bad. Her only issue was that she had died significantly older than she planned on looking, which was also why she was so on edge tonight. When she had realized that she was Elizabeth Bathory in a new, young body she had been thrilled to get a second chance at eternal youth, but right now that was ripped away from her. Sure, she was stronger in this body but she hated it. With Jack’s cloak wrapped tightly around her trembling body, she buried her face in her knees and hugged them tightly to her chest. She most certainly wasn’t acting like a grown woman right now, but could you blame her? Both of her worst fears had happened in the same night, and it certainly hadn’t helped that Joan had rubbed her old age in her face.
After spending God knows how long crying and shaking she finally came out of her little ball and crawled across the floor to where Jack laid unconscious, taking off the belts that tied up him for when he came to. With Jack now untied she crawled back to her corner and curled up again, hugging her legs with her chin resting on her knees. Scared brown eyes watched the unconscious Johnny Depp lying in front of her, waiting for when he would wake up and give her some sort of comfort. It wasn’t often that she actually wanted some sort of physical comfort, since the occasion for such a thing next to never arose. She wasn’t a very affectionate person, not by social norm’s standards at least. Her idea of cuddling consisted of biting and other sorts of violence. Right now she wanted to curl up and be comforted in her moment of panic.
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outfit: a cloak
lyrics: dream theatre, panic attack
notes: short.
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Post by Raven Spencer Kass on Dec 7, 2010 20:01:01 GMT -7
 So basically Raven was having a bit of an off night. Waking up to find himself not only looking like Johnny Depp, but in an outfit he actually would have worn then was definitely a surprise. Seeing as he had gone through the exhibit earlier that day he knew he was in this museum's version of Jack the Ripper. Which definitely made this an odd dream. So thus he was just going to wake himself up when he realized he could feel pain in this dream. Which was only after he had pinched himself repeatedly as well as tripping and falling on the floor. Mostly that was due to not being used to certain parts of his outfit thus tripped over it. The cloak was definitely something he was no longer used to so thus he ended up tripping over it and loosing his hat thanks to gravity. After that incident was over he'd gone and found a wheelchair before using it to fling himself around. Which, while not his brightest idea, he didn't really care being that he was a bit of a psychopath. Thus him running into his girlfriend who obviously didn't recognize him at first from how she reacted to him. Ah well, he would forgive her and gave her his cloak which meant he would no longer trip over it. Either way the fact that they were now reunited definitely meant bad things for everyone else. So he'd run into one person with his wheelchair then ran OVER Charles Darwin. Which, he totally thought was hilarious and despite the fact that it sent him flying he didn't really care. So yeah he'd ended up rolling across the floor laughing, but he was pretty sure that Joan of Arc girl had already given him a concussion so it was totally excuseable. Besides, he was also having a completely psychotic moment which obviously was not allowed being that he was attacked and while he did nearly choke her he was cracked over the head with a sword and ended up out cold. He did hear some interesting things though. Which was why he was going to track down Orville and bite him first off, but he had to get out of the closet he was locked in.
He also noticed, while he was out, that Leila seemed to be very upset about the fact they were locked in a closet. If he was awake he would have just kicked the door down, but he definitely had some sort of concussion and thus was out and stuck just listening to her freak out. He was amazed the screaming hadn't woken him up actually being that he was pretty sure his head would feel like he was beaten with bricks when he woke up. He wouldn't mention it though being that he was pretty sure she'd say he was whining again. He wasn't whining he had been bleeding from a sword slash for hell's sake. It's usually good to have a band-aid for such things after all. Ah well, no worries about that. Though it did seem that his girlfriend was done screaming, for which he was glad being that he didn't want to have to tell her to shut up and have her stab him or something. Though he was pretty sure she had lost the sickle by throwing it. Why hadn't she just gone and stabbed someone instead of loosing it for them? Ah well, he'd find something else to use he supposed. He would have to being that otherwise he'd be stuck with simple biting and strangling. Those were usefull sure, and he could kill someone like that, but he doubted he'd be as lucky to disarm Joan of Arc again to get the job done. Or hell he might end up against someone who could easily toss him off. Maybe he'd find a way to steal Bonnie's gun or something. Though that wouldn't help him much because he doubted he would be able to hit anything with bullets. He could, however, smack someone over the head with it. He kind of wanted to smack Darwin or Joan over the head currently, and wanted to bite Orville. Ah well, he'd get around to it eventually he supposed. They couldn't keep him in a closet forever being that he could just kick the damn thing off it's hinges if he wanted to. Which he should really wake up and do so Leila would stop freaking out.
Finally coming too he groaned slightly and put a hand on his head. Ow. I think....I have a major concussion instead of a minor one now. he blurted without really thinking. Keeping a hand on the lump that formed on his head he sat up and noted that he was untied. Which meant that Leila had done things while freaking out. Well, that was productive of her. After blinking a few more times he noted that no matter how much he blinked the closet was still dark and thus he wouldn't really be able to see all that well with the little bit of light that came in. Or maybe his vision was just messed up from a crack to the head. Either way he was at least awake now rather than unconscious. Standing up he moved so that he was against the wall and directly opposite of the door before patting Bathory on the head and then proceeding to kick the door off it's hinges. Sure that would probably be questioned later, but at least they weren't locked in a closet anymore. Though the sudden bright light did blind him quite a bit. Sure it was a bit loud, but he doubted anyone heard it unless they were standing really near by. Reaching down he scooped up his girlfriend and moved them into the women's room because he honestly doubted that anyone would think to look for them there. As long as they kept quiet they might be able to recover for a bit. So while carrying her he hopped up onto the counter with the sinks and leaned against the wall with her in his lap.
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tag: DEE and LEILA/ELIZABETH
note: raven rambles a lot.
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Post by leila on Dec 23, 2010 19:19:22 GMT -7
ALL WOUND UP, ON THE EDGE terrified, sleep disturbed, petrified [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • RAVEN KASS ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Everyone was certainly a little “off” tonight, not just Jack. Falling asleep in her beautiful young body and waking up in her old body was not what she had anticipated when she had gone to bed. She had not been expecting for a recreation of Night at the Museum to ever happen to her, because that was a movie and that sort of stuff never happened. It was bad enough that being a reincarnation was against the laws of science that she had learned as a kid in her first life, now they were being put into wax bodies that turned to flesh and blood. Most people seemed to be enjoying being back in their original forms, but Leila was far from impressed. She had always seen being reincarnated as he second chance at eternal youth, so being ripped back into her old and disgusting body had not been a very enjoyable experience for her. She didn’t want to be in this body. She wanted her young and frail body back. If this was a permanent arrangement she was definitely going to commit suicide, because there was no way she was going to live like this. Not in a million years would she ever let herself wither away into a wrinkly, old, ugly lady. Thank God for plastic surgery and Botox, because without it Leila in her teenage body would grow up to be old and hideous. All of this new technology allowed her to be able to look twenty when she was sixty. Really, who needed the blood of virgins when you had all of that ready and available? Leila still did, because killing was a drug to her. Perhaps attempting to kill the weak and feeble old men among the reincarnates hadn’t been the greatest idea her and Jack had come up with, unable to remember whose idea it initially was with the minor concussion she had received at the hands of a particular schizophrenic who obviously had a death with. The next time she saw Joan she wasn’t going to hold back at all. She didn’t care what she had to do, that bitch was going to die for calling her old. Oh, and for knocking her and Jack our, tying them up, and locking them in the closet.
First, she had to get out of the closet, but she was far too afraid to try very hard. She could try and open the door all she wanted, her body was trembling far too much for it to be very affective, Her grip wasn’t very tight at all and her hands kept fumbling with the door knob before she had given up and untied Jack. Had it been ropes that they had been tied with, it probably would have taken her quite some time. Luckily for them, unlucky for everyone else, they were just belts, which were incredibly easy to get out of. Giving up on trying to get out, she curled up in the corner and waited. Her dark brown eyes watched Jack’s unconscious body like a hawk, wide and red from tears that continued to fall. She was absolutely terrified right now, and the fact that she was so easily showing it told you just how afraid she was. Leila didn’t show weakness. She didn’t show her fear no matter how bad it got in class. She wanted out of there and she wanted to find Joan and rip out her intestines and use them for jump rope. Honestly, Leila had absolutely no idea how long she was curled up waiting for Jack to wake up. She was still trembling like a frozen Chihuahua when he finally came to, tears still streaming down her middle aged face. “Jack,”
[/color] she whimpered in a tiny voice that trembled as much as her body was. All she could do was nod when he said he had a major concussion, hoping he was okay enough to get them the hell out of there. She very nearly lunged at him to cling and cuddle, but she knew he would try and get them out of there. When Jack finally stood she wiped her soggy eyes and cheeks on the sleeve of the cloak, which was already damp from the fallen tears. She wiped until her face was completely dry, though her eyes were puffy and swollen and red. She felt him pat her head before kicking the door off of its hinges, the sound making her jump and squeal. On edge? Just a tad. When Jack proceeded to scoop her up she immediately wrapped her arms so tight around his neck she had to loosen them so he could breath. Her face buried itself in his neck as he carried her, her trembling starting to calm itself down ever so slowly. “Thank you,”[/color] she said in a small voice. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry I ditched you,”[/color] she continued in her tiny, shaking grown up voice. She genuinely felt bad for leaving him behind, which was a first for her. With Jack now on the counter of the woman’s bathroom, Leila curled up her adult body as best as she could and continued to cling to him tightly. It was actually quite comfortable. [/justify][/blockquote] words: 874 outfit: a cloak lyrics: dream theatre, panic attack notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Raven Spencer Kass on Jan 1, 2011 23:05:51 GMT -7
So basically Raven had been seriously thrown off by waking up in a body that was not his in either life, but was supposed to represent him in the museum. Which was just weird on so many levels, but whatever at least what he actually looked like would forever remain a mystery to anyone other than him. Well, maybe he would tell Leila at some point, but he wasn't going to worry about that right now seeing as he had more important matters to attend to. He was almost dead positive that nobody knew who he was, but it was only a matter of time before they figured it out. Seeing as if they saw all the other reincarnates that would just narrow it down to him, and a random Jack the Ripper would not be running around without reason. He was not a fan of them figuring it out, but he supposed it could not be helped. At least he'd be out of school and would be causing chaos in Vegas next year rather than having more people find out about him. Though more may find out about Leila before she graduated seeing as he was pretty sure they'd figure her out during this week as well. Though how the hell they were thrown into wax and moving he had no idea, but he wasn't going to worry about it. He was a psychopath not a scientist. Though either way he was pretty sure that nobody would be figuring this out. Then again it wasn't as if they could actually tell anyone about it either due largely to the fact that it would get them thrown in a mental hospital. Reincarnation wasn't exactly a proven thing after all, and even if they could prove it he didn't exactly want to go to jail for past crimes. He didn't want to go to jail for current crimes either, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't planning on getting caught in this life either so to make sure that happened he would definitely have some extreme planning to do before each kill. Which, while not fun, was necessary unless he wanted to either go commit suicide just before he was caught or spend the rest of his life in jail for murder.
He had to say though he was definitely going to bite Orville when he got a chance and do whatever horrible things to Joan he could think of. He had almost killed her and then he had gotten smacked over the head with her sword. Stupid Charles Darwin was to blame for that too though so maybe he would hunt him down at some point as well. Either way he had lots of things to do it seemed, but first he had to get out of this damn closet and calm Leila down. He would probably need her help if he didn't want to end up unconcious again. At least he was untied though that was a plus. He didn't want to hassle with belts and didn't want to bother his girlfriend too much being that she was kinda not in her right mind at the moment. Seemed she had untied him though and he was grateful despite the fact that he was a little irritated at her for ditching him. Had she been there they probably could have killed Joan and Darwin and been on their way. It was impossible to tell the time from in the closet, but he knew quite a bit of time had probably passed. It wasn't as if it was a light hit to the head. Which was evident from the fact that he had been unconcious for some time now, or at least he figured it had been a while seeing as he had listened to them discussing things then they had to go hunt Leila down and put her in here as well, and then she had to wake up and freak out for a while. So yeah, while it may not be the best judge of time, it was still probably quite a while. Though he was pretty sure it wasn't all that close to sunrise yet, or well he was hoping seeing as this would be extremely hard to explain to museum staff, and he didn't want to kill random people, he wanted to kill his type of people. He doubted those would be in a museum though unfortunately. He heard his name called when he came to, and honestly she sounded quite scared. Obviously she didn't like being in here, and so he'd be fixing that as soon as he could. He didn't get much of a response to his random statement of having a major concussion, but he honestly wasn't expecting one. What was there to say to that anyway?
He noted she was moving her arms near her face in the dim light, but couldn't quite see what she was doing. Wiping her face or something maybe either way it didn't really matter. All he had to do was kick the door down now if he could find the balance to do so. Though he should probably give some warning which was why he patted her on the head before kicking the door off it's hinges. It was a bit louder than he was expecting and he heard Leila squeal. Well, obviously she hadn't gotten his point then, oh well she would be fine eventually. She was probably not expecting it to be that loud either, but whatever he needed to get his head to stop spinning or else he'd end up walking into a wall or something. Or maybe he'd just end up walking and hit the floor. Wouldn't be the first time that had happened, but for now he managed to scoop her up and it seemed she was holding way too tight seeing as he kind of couldn't breathe. So he tapped her once or twice to get her to loosen up, and it seemed she got the hint since she did loosen them and then burried her face in his neck. No problem he said simply to her statement of thanks. Then she apologized for ditching him. No big deal really, though Joan would have probably died if you had distracted Darwin. We can get her some other time though. he said with a shrug. His head hurt too much for him to be angry at her. So he hopped his way onto the counter and leaned against the back wall with his face against the tile. It felt nice since it was cool against the lump he had on his head from being hit with a sword. He petted her hair and smiled slightly. I have a new found hate for concussions. I can't see straight. he noted simply before closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch the room spin and sparkle. As neat as it looked he knew that was definitely not a good sign. So thus he would not watch it to avoid getting sick or just generally passing out again.
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tag: DEE and LEILA/ELIZABETH
note: raven continues to ramble
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Post by leila on Jan 7, 2011 0:57:01 GMT -7
ALL WOUND UP, ON THE EDGE terrified, sleep disturbed, petrified [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • RAVEN KASS ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] There was a lot about Jack that Leila didn’t know, which was part of her attraction to him. She liked the mysteries that he held about his past life. She was well aware that the Jack the Ripper display that the museum had was not what he truly looked like, but that was a given considering that they depicted him as Johnny Depp. Not that she was complaining about the Johnny aspect of Raven’s current body. There was so much about Raven’s life as Jack that she didn’t know, and even more than the world didn’t know. There were some questions that he had answered for her, but they hadn’t gotten around to discussing all of them. That and she almost felt like she was intruding by asking him about his life as Jack. They were like…sacred secrets of how he escaped getting caught, and while she could definitely use his knowledge it seemed almost blasphemous for them to be told to anyone. That wasn’t to say that she wasn’t ever going to ask him about her curiosities, because once she was over these intruding feelings you can bet your ass that she was going to be paying twenty questions with him. For now she was playing twenty questions with herself as to why they were in wax figures turned flesh and blood. It was something out of Hollywood if you asked her, and she wasn’t enjoying it one bit. Being back in her old body made her want to rip some poor unsuspecting young lady into a hundred little pieces with her bare hands. By “poor unsuspecting young lady” she of course meant Joan of Arc, the maiden saint who was the bane of Leila’s existence. There were so many gruesome things she wanted to do to Joan, but she had to work out the kinks so that she wouldn’t get caught. Planning was important, despite her recklessness tonight. She blamed this whole body switching thing on her irritability,
Honestly, Leila didn’t care in the slightest why this was happening, so long as it didn’t happen again. Despite what science said about the properties of blood and its ability to add years to your face, she still believed in her old fashioned ways. If those truly didn’t work there was always plastic surgery and all of that fancy stuff, which would do just as well to keep her youthful. Leila could just as easily forget the blood needed to keep her young, but where was the fun in that? Leila needed to kill people just as badly as an addict needed their fix of drugs. Leila had no desire to kill or harm anyone right now though. Her only desire was to get the hell out of this tiny little closet. It felt like she was being suffocated and she could feel the walls closing in around her. Everything was getting smaller and tighter and the longer she sat there waiting for Jack the more compact the room got. She had absolutely no idea how long she had been waiting for Jack to wake up, but once he had she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It was too bad that her fear was the dominant emotion right now. It didn’t matter how relieved she felt, the fear was still the devastatingly strong. She couldn’t help but squeal when the door was kicked off its hinges, despite knowing that it was coming. It wasn’t long before she was starting to feel safe, being comforted the second that Jack picked her up.
Leila did genuinely feel bad for ditching Raven like she had, she really did. She continued to cling to him after he had sat down, listening to him reassure her that it was alright. She had honestly expected him to be furious at her about that; Jack sure was full of surprises. “It would haven’t been satisfying enough,”
[/color] she murmured into his neck as she clung to him, her trembling slowly starting to fade. “Joan’s death needs to be bigger. More elaborate,”[/color] she explained. As far as Leila was concerned, Joan was her arch enemy. Her eyes closed as he pet her hair, which was lighter in color but thicker and much curlier. “I’m sorry,”[/color] she repeated upon hearing of his newfound hatred. She knew that that was her fault.[/justify][/blockquote] words: 722 outfit: a cloak lyrics: dream theatre, panic attack notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Raven Spencer Kass on Jan 21, 2011 16:50:45 GMT -7
Sure maybe they didn't know much about one another, but somehow it just worked for them. After all what fun was it if you knew everything about a person? Then there was nothing to find out and you probably would get bored. Well, at least Raven definitely thought he would get bored if he knew everything about a person. If you knew every last detail about a person then there was no chance, no risk, and no guessing involved. He liked at least a little bit of risk seeing as it was a bit of a thrill for him. He actually wondered if that was just some weird trait of his or if people actually liked knowing everything about the people they were with. He was sure that eventually Leila would ask him about Jack, and really he wasn't sure how much he wanted to tell her. Seeing as it was a rather huge secret as to what he and his life was like. The real question was should he keep it a secret or not? Ah well he should be worrying about other things, like why the hell he was in his old body? That was certainly a better question at the moment considering how this wasn't exactly normal, and it wasn't just a weird dream due to the fact that he could definitely feel his concussion and other scapes he got from his fight with Joan of Arc. Who was quite a tiny little thing he had to say, and she really wasn't his type in the slightest, but oh well if Leila wanted her dead then he supposed he could manage to take her out without too much issue. Just so long as he got his way at some point. Seeing as he wouldn't always be going after virgin girls. Besides, it was kinda hard to tell sometimes without extensive stalking, and in that time he could find multiple prostitutes to kill. Ah well though, if she wanted it though he would find her a few virgins if he could. Shouldn't be too hard with his line of work after all. Seeing as it was a bit of a standard question, but then the cops would be suspicious about that seeing as he would be a common person in all of their lives. He'd just have find some other way to find her virgin blood then. Unless of course she didn't really want it in this life? It was always possible he supposed.
He really didn't look anything like he did in a past life, and somehow it didn't bother him too much. He supposed he couldn't expect them to get it accurate, but at least they hadn't made him some wimp that was unable to kick down doors. Otherwise there definitely would have been a problem with the whole closet situation. Though they couldn't just leave them there during the day seeing as the staff might question where two of the serial killers went, or maybe they wouldn't notice? Though he definitely doubted that seeing as there would be empty spaces and at least one of the patrons would notice that they were missing from their exhibit. Ah well no time to worry about that now seeing as he just kicked the door off it's hinges and dragged Leila into the bathroom with him. No need to say sitting in an open closet. that would just be rather obvious for anyone that wanted to kill them or something. Which it wouldn't surprise him if they wanted the two serial killers dead. Though he really did wonder what would happen if they died like this. Would their old bodies be affected? Would they ever even get back to their old bodies was a better question. He really didn't have time for that though seeing as Leila was definitely upset about something. Though he could only guess to what it was. He figured it probably had something to do with being locked in a closet though seeing as it seemed she signficantly calmed down once he got her out of there. Which, at least she wasn't screaming anymore because he was pretty sure his head would just explode if she did continue to. It really did hurt quite a bit, and he was glad the bathroom tile was cool against what was probably a lump on the back of his head.
He let her cling to him and pet her while she did so. Not like it was any bother to him or anything. Seemed she actually felt bad for ditching him too, and so he wasn't going to be too angry at her. After all she probably figured he would flee as well, but he decided to stay and fight so really it was his own fault there. Ah well no big deal it was just a concussion, and certainly not his first one. It was just one of the worst ones he had so thus it did hurt quite a bit more than usual, and everything was spinning about more than it had any other time. Just so long as he kept his eyes closed though he felt better. Hearing her say it wouldn't have been satisfying enough he just chuckled a bit. You're right. I didn't even get to use knives on her. It would have just been boring strangling. he noted with a slight sigh while he continued to pet her hair. He grinned a bit when she said the girl's death needed to be more elaborate. She needs tortured to death, but we would have to get her alone for that. So she cannot be helped by her friends, or it just wont work out. he stated simply. When he heard her apologize though he kissed her forehead and gave a slight smile. I should have just ran, but I felt like facing off against Joan of Arc. I wasn't expecting Darwin to get up and hit me with a sword. he noted with a shrug. So really both of them were at fault here. Ah well, they would do better next time maybe. Should be interesting to see how things turned out in these bodies causing chaos in the museum.
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tag: DEE and LEILA/ELIZABETH
note: raven continues to ramble
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