Dumbly he asks if there's a problem, maybe to stall her a bit so he could think. He knew he has a screw driver; against a chef's knife?! Cute idea. What was close by? He could only attempt to recall what was at his left and right, looking would blow his cover.
He had to choose fast, of course, if he wanted to live. He survived that gang shooting back home, why should this be any different?
And in that split second he figured it out; he just needed the perfect time to respond...]
((ooc; HURP!! Before you respond can we talk over AIM about this? I'm maypie lord It'll say I'm mobile but feel free to message me anyway (all my tags are from my phone so /dies) KTHNX!!! 8|" /awkward faces forever))
[There was nothing to regret about this. The man wasn't a person. He was merely a cheap imitation of humanity. It wasn't anything like . . . Like before. In a way, she was glad to have this chance. Glad to have this opportunity to be able to help the people who had been willing to accept her in this place. And grudgingly, she could admit to herself that she was thankful even Mia and Maya Fey had not yet betrayed her secret. Here, she had truly built a new life. Even if she was brainwashed for this . . . Well, it likely wouldn't last long.]
I would apologize if it was worth anything to you.
[THERE! The motions were obvious, it was the sign he needed.
The smiling expression blinked and turned to a more natural look. As fast as he could react, he snatched the screw driver out if his pocket and slid it over his chest in time to block it from a fatal stab.
Which isn't to say he was fast enough to stop it all together, and felt the sharp tip touch, puncture, and then slide into is right breast.
Letting out a cry, he dropped the only defense he had and grabbed Mimi's wrist unconsciously. Closing his eyes tight, he gritted his teeth to bite back any other shameful utterance.
He actually felt scared; a feeling he hadn't known in years. This... He'd survive it, right?
[W-What?! What was this?! Drones didn't . . . Drones didn't do anything when you attacked them! What . . . what . . . The knife clattered out of Mimi's hands, and she stumbled back, crashing into the railing of the staircase leading upstairs.]
W-What's going on?! You're not . . . You're not a person. You're not! Stop it! What sort of new trick is this?! Stop pretending! I know . . . I know you're not real!
[Head hung down, he pulls any cloth he can over the gash and also stumbles back towards the open door. He's breathing heavy, but stops suddenly.
He had to get out of here; residing might result in answering the wrong questions. He'd explain himself when his head was less occupied.
He shouts:]
I'm sorry! [--and dashes out the door, slamming it behind him. He'll have disappeared somewhere if you try to follow after him--he has a habit of disappearing without a trace.]
[Mimi recovers somewhat to reel towards the door; her hands shake as she fumbles for the doorknob. It takes her more than a few moments to open the door and by then, Luke is long gone. She stumbles to the side, her mind spinning.]
N-No. . . . No, you . . . You were . . .
C-Come back! Come back. Please! . . . Oh god oh god oh god . . . What am I going to do. What am I going to do.
N-No one. No one can know . . .
[The woman glances back towards the bloodied knife lying in the hallway, and her heart nearly jumps out of her throat. No one can know. With sudden haste, she slams the door shut, takes the knife and runs to the kitchen. The evidence of the events vanishes within the space of 5 minutes.]
The job must be finished! [He's still smiling.]
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[With a surprisingly gentle movement, Mimi moves in for the strike. The expression on her face is . . . unreadable.]
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Dumbly he asks if there's a problem, maybe to stall her a bit so he could think. He knew he has a screw driver; against a chef's knife?! Cute idea. What was close by? He could only attempt to recall what was at his left and right, looking would blow his cover.
He had to choose fast, of course, if he wanted to live. He survived that gang shooting back home, why should this be any different?
And in that split second he figured it out; he just needed the perfect time to respond...]
((ooc; HURP!! Before you respond can we talk over AIM about this? I'm maypie lord It'll say I'm mobile but feel free to message me anyway (all my tags are from my phone so /dies) KTHNX!!! 8|" /awkward faces forever))
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I would apologize if it was worth anything to you.
[She paused. Then plunged the knife forward.]
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The smiling expression blinked and turned to a more natural look. As fast as he could react, he snatched the screw driver out if his pocket and slid it over his chest in time to block it from a fatal stab.
Which isn't to say he was fast enough to stop it all together, and felt the sharp tip touch, puncture, and then slide into is right breast.
Letting out a cry, he dropped the only defense he had and grabbed Mimi's wrist unconsciously. Closing his eyes tight, he gritted his teeth to bite back any other shameful utterance.
He actually felt scared; a feeling he hadn't known in years. This... He'd survive it, right?
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W-What's going on?! You're not . . . You're not a person. You're not! Stop it! What sort of new trick is this?! Stop pretending! I know . . . I know you're not real!
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He had to get out of here; residing might result in answering the wrong questions. He'd explain himself when his head was less occupied.
He shouts:]
I'm sorry! [--and dashes out the door, slamming it behind him. He'll have disappeared somewhere if you try to follow after him--he has a habit of disappearing without a trace.]
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N-No. . . . No, you . . . You were . . .
C-Come back! Come back. Please! . . . Oh god oh god oh god . . . What am I going to do. What am I going to do.
N-No one. No one can know . . .
[The woman glances back towards the bloodied knife lying in the hallway, and her heart nearly jumps out of her throat. No one can know. With sudden haste, she slams the door shut, takes the knife and runs to the kitchen. The evidence of the events vanishes within the space of 5 minutes.]
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