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....he doesn't want me around anymore.
Alexa: *Alexa is in an alley with a couple people tied up. No one's dead yet, but judging from the amount of blood? She's been at it awhile. With, y'know, knives and that laser thingy she's got.*
Rory: *has been looking for Alexa- she's been gone for a while*
Rory: *passes the alley, does a double-take, and comes in*
Alexa: *not paying attention, playing with one of the nice bound-up-people. shiny shiny blood on the knife.*
Rory: *quietly, but not quite horrifiedly* Alexa?
Alexa: *head comes up, but doesn't quite turn around* Hey, didn't hear you sneak up. *at least this time she's trying to keep her identity secret- black stuff is smeared on her face, though there's no small amount of red mixed in with it*
Rory: That would be because of the aforementioned sneaking.
Rory: What's going on?
Alexa: *small wicked grin* Just having fun. *goes back to cutting one of the people, who just sorta gives a tired groan*
Rory: *pulls out a knife of his own and walks over*
Alexa: *softly* It's pretty, isn't it?
Rory: No. It's horrible. *starts cutting the one she's not working on free*
Alexa: It is. That's what makes it pretty. *the vocal chords of the person she's working on hit a weird octave, and a shiver goes down her spine* See? It's just... *shakes head* God. Beautiful.
Rory: *turns and aims a punch at her with his knifeless hand* Stop it, 'Lexa. For... fuck's sake. I can't take this.
Alexa: *dodges, yay spider-sense* *falls back into a crouch, bloody knife out. the weird, unnatural grin is still on her face* It's not so bad once you get used to it. It's really rather... *smirk, gestures with blade to the tied-up veryverycut person* Well, there you have it.
Rory: Alexa, I promised to love you, but I will hurt you badly if you keep doing this.
Alexa: *eyes narrow* It's not your responsibility, Rory. Get over it.
Rory: How is it not my responsibility? I love you. You're hurting yourself and everyone you're in contact with.
Alexa: I'm not the one bleeding on the ground, in case you haven't noticed. *shifts away slightly, eyes dart to her victim*
Rory: *growl* You're the one causing the bleeding on the ground.
Alexa: *grin* I am. You shouldn't have let me do all that to Diane, else I wouldn't have found out how much I like it.
Rory: You're right.
Rory: *starts untying the tied-up person*
Alexa: *steps forward, knife glinting* Mine.
Rory: *keeps untying*
Alexa: *grits teeth, glares at Rory, only just has enough morals left in her to keep from going after him- as such, she forces herself to turn away*
Rory: *finishes the untying* These lovely people and I are going to the hospital. When I see you again, we're going to talk.
Alexa: Whatever.
Alexa: *heads over to the wall and starts climbing up, not looking back at him*
Rory: *teleports the people to the hospital*
Doctor: ....what the hell happened to these people? *rushes over*
Rory: Found them in an alley. Tortured.
Doctor: You know how long, or with what? *starts ordering nurses around*
Rory: No idea how long.
Doctor: Okay, we'll take care of them. Thank you. *grim, turns away for a second to yell for something*
Rory: *disappears*
Alexa: *is... somewhere on a rooftop in Jump! not dumb enough to go home, nooo*
Rory: *closes his eyes, deep breathing, concentrates*
Rory: *teleports to her*
Alexa: *looks over, glares a little*
Rory: *walks over* Nice view.
Alexa: ...yeah, it is. *wary Alexa*
Rory: Enjoy your playtime?
Alexa: *looks away* Yes.
Rory: *nods*
Alexa: *opens her mouth, then shakes her head and starts to walk off*
Rory: *follows her*
Alexa: *rolls her eyes, shoots some webbing and swings across to another building*
Rory: *blinks over the gap*
Alexa: *grits her teeth* Leave me alone. *about to web across to another place*
Rory: *grabs her* I won't.
Alexa: *jerks violently out of his grasp* Leave. Me. Alone.
Rory: I. Will. Not.
Rory: Seeing you like this is killing me.
Alexa: *angry* Like what, finally growing a spine? Or growing up? Or getting that I don't have to fucking worry about a bunch of strangers? Or that finally getting all the fucking baggage off my chest? Is that it?
Rory: No! Hurting other people, killing people who don't deserve it, not caring whether anyone else lives or dies.
Alexa: I don't care. Am I supposed to? Because, really, I don't. *starts walking away again*
Rory: Fine. Please don't come back to the apartment until you're sane. I don't want you near the kids.
Alexa: *stops suddenly* I wouldn't hurt them.
Rory: I don't trust you. You're not the woman I love.
Alexa: *turns back to him, blinking* I wouldn't- *cuts herself off, because she just realizes that she doesn't know that* Rory, you can't.
Rory: *face crumpled, looks like he's in pain* I told you. Seeing you like this is killing me.
Alexa: *blinks some more, a tremor entering her voice* Rory, Rory, don't- *whisper* It's how I am now. I can't do anything about it. This... this is me.
Rory: I know, Alexa. There's not a damn thing I can do to stop you. It hurts so much, you look like Alexa and you sound like Alexa, but you're insane. You're twisted. I can't deal with it.
Alexa: I'm not! I'm not, I'm not, I swear to God I'm the same person- *runs a hand through her hair, ignoring the red streaks in it, and starts breathing raggedly* You- can't- do this- not to me....
Alexa: ....*very very very quiet* I love you. Please.
Rory: I love you too. It just feels like you're fucking ripping my heart out of my chest when you... play. Or laugh about it. I don't want to stop seeing you and I don't want you out of my life, but right now I just can't take it anymore. You're hurting everyone you love, Alexa.
Alexa: *starts trembling violently, turns away and rubs her face* I can't- I don't want- *deep breath, voice drops away to mutters*
Rory: I love you. I just... ohgod. *shakes his head*
Alexa: *starts walking away to the edge of the roof, eyes burning*
Rory: *watches her* I'm sorry.
Alexa: *she doesn't say anything as she hold out her wrist. there's a faint thwip and the building opposite has a line of webbing on it. when she speaks, her voice sounds a little dazed* I. Uh. Don't know what'll happen w-when you see me next. Um. But I think... think I still wouldn't do anything... *shakes her head, trying to clear it* Christ.
Rory: I hope not. I want to believe you can fight this thing, but you aren't even trying.
Rory: *doesn't sound angry, just... very, very sad*
Alexa: *bites lip, looks over pleadingly one last time*
Rory: I love you and I want you with me. I just don't think it's a good idea.
Alexa: *looks away, closing her eyes.* *faintly* Bye. *swings off*
Rory: *blinks down to street level and starts looking for a good bar*
Alexa: *Alexa is in an alley with a couple people tied up. No one's dead yet, but judging from the amount of blood? She's been at it awhile. With, y'know, knives and that laser thingy she's got.*
Rory: *has been looking for Alexa- she's been gone for a while*
Rory: *passes the alley, does a double-take, and comes in*
Alexa: *not paying attention, playing with one of the nice bound-up-people. shiny shiny blood on the knife.*
Rory: *quietly, but not quite horrifiedly* Alexa?
Alexa: *head comes up, but doesn't quite turn around* Hey, didn't hear you sneak up. *at least this time she's trying to keep her identity secret- black stuff is smeared on her face, though there's no small amount of red mixed in with it*
Rory: That would be because of the aforementioned sneaking.
Rory: What's going on?
Alexa: *small wicked grin* Just having fun. *goes back to cutting one of the people, who just sorta gives a tired groan*
Rory: *pulls out a knife of his own and walks over*
Alexa: *softly* It's pretty, isn't it?
Rory: No. It's horrible. *starts cutting the one she's not working on free*
Alexa: It is. That's what makes it pretty. *the vocal chords of the person she's working on hit a weird octave, and a shiver goes down her spine* See? It's just... *shakes head* God. Beautiful.
Rory: *turns and aims a punch at her with his knifeless hand* Stop it, 'Lexa. For... fuck's sake. I can't take this.
Alexa: *dodges, yay spider-sense* *falls back into a crouch, bloody knife out. the weird, unnatural grin is still on her face* It's not so bad once you get used to it. It's really rather... *smirk, gestures with blade to the tied-up veryverycut person* Well, there you have it.
Rory: Alexa, I promised to love you, but I will hurt you badly if you keep doing this.
Alexa: *eyes narrow* It's not your responsibility, Rory. Get over it.
Rory: How is it not my responsibility? I love you. You're hurting yourself and everyone you're in contact with.
Alexa: I'm not the one bleeding on the ground, in case you haven't noticed. *shifts away slightly, eyes dart to her victim*
Rory: *growl* You're the one causing the bleeding on the ground.
Alexa: *grin* I am. You shouldn't have let me do all that to Diane, else I wouldn't have found out how much I like it.
Rory: You're right.
Rory: *starts untying the tied-up person*
Alexa: *steps forward, knife glinting* Mine.
Rory: *keeps untying*
Alexa: *grits teeth, glares at Rory, only just has enough morals left in her to keep from going after him- as such, she forces herself to turn away*
Rory: *finishes the untying* These lovely people and I are going to the hospital. When I see you again, we're going to talk.
Alexa: Whatever.
Alexa: *heads over to the wall and starts climbing up, not looking back at him*
Rory: *teleports the people to the hospital*
Doctor: ....what the hell happened to these people? *rushes over*
Rory: Found them in an alley. Tortured.
Doctor: You know how long, or with what? *starts ordering nurses around*
Rory: No idea how long.
Doctor: Okay, we'll take care of them. Thank you. *grim, turns away for a second to yell for something*
Rory: *disappears*
Alexa: *is... somewhere on a rooftop in Jump! not dumb enough to go home, nooo*
Rory: *closes his eyes, deep breathing, concentrates*
Rory: *teleports to her*
Alexa: *looks over, glares a little*
Rory: *walks over* Nice view.
Alexa: ...yeah, it is. *wary Alexa*
Rory: Enjoy your playtime?
Alexa: *looks away* Yes.
Rory: *nods*
Alexa: *opens her mouth, then shakes her head and starts to walk off*
Rory: *follows her*
Alexa: *rolls her eyes, shoots some webbing and swings across to another building*
Rory: *blinks over the gap*
Alexa: *grits her teeth* Leave me alone. *about to web across to another place*
Rory: *grabs her* I won't.
Alexa: *jerks violently out of his grasp* Leave. Me. Alone.
Rory: I. Will. Not.
Rory: Seeing you like this is killing me.
Alexa: *angry* Like what, finally growing a spine? Or growing up? Or getting that I don't have to fucking worry about a bunch of strangers? Or that finally getting all the fucking baggage off my chest? Is that it?
Rory: No! Hurting other people, killing people who don't deserve it, not caring whether anyone else lives or dies.
Alexa: I don't care. Am I supposed to? Because, really, I don't. *starts walking away again*
Rory: Fine. Please don't come back to the apartment until you're sane. I don't want you near the kids.
Alexa: *stops suddenly* I wouldn't hurt them.
Rory: I don't trust you. You're not the woman I love.
Alexa: *turns back to him, blinking* I wouldn't- *cuts herself off, because she just realizes that she doesn't know that* Rory, you can't.
Rory: *face crumpled, looks like he's in pain* I told you. Seeing you like this is killing me.
Alexa: *blinks some more, a tremor entering her voice* Rory, Rory, don't- *whisper* It's how I am now. I can't do anything about it. This... this is me.
Rory: I know, Alexa. There's not a damn thing I can do to stop you. It hurts so much, you look like Alexa and you sound like Alexa, but you're insane. You're twisted. I can't deal with it.
Alexa: I'm not! I'm not, I'm not, I swear to God I'm the same person- *runs a hand through her hair, ignoring the red streaks in it, and starts breathing raggedly* You- can't- do this- not to me....
Alexa: ....*very very very quiet* I love you. Please.
Rory: I love you too. It just feels like you're fucking ripping my heart out of my chest when you... play. Or laugh about it. I don't want to stop seeing you and I don't want you out of my life, but right now I just can't take it anymore. You're hurting everyone you love, Alexa.
Alexa: *starts trembling violently, turns away and rubs her face* I can't- I don't want- *deep breath, voice drops away to mutters*
Rory: I love you. I just... ohgod. *shakes his head*
Alexa: *starts walking away to the edge of the roof, eyes burning*
Rory: *watches her* I'm sorry.
Alexa: *she doesn't say anything as she hold out her wrist. there's a faint thwip and the building opposite has a line of webbing on it. when she speaks, her voice sounds a little dazed* I. Uh. Don't know what'll happen w-when you see me next. Um. But I think... think I still wouldn't do anything... *shakes her head, trying to clear it* Christ.
Rory: I hope not. I want to believe you can fight this thing, but you aren't even trying.
Rory: *doesn't sound angry, just... very, very sad*
Alexa: *bites lip, looks over pleadingly one last time*
Rory: I love you and I want you with me. I just don't think it's a good idea.
Alexa: *looks away, closing her eyes.* *faintly* Bye. *swings off*
Rory: *blinks down to street level and starts looking for a good bar*