locked;

[crusthatecean]

Who: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee, others
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: December 22
What: Gamzee and Terezi decide to have a talk with a certain irritable troll
Warnings: character injury, blood



[After hanging up on Terezi and his earlier confrontation with Gamzee, Karkat will keep to himself. He'll remain inside the house, but he'll keep to his respiteblock, avoiding the chance of running into Gamzee again.

He'll also keep his sickle on his person and watch out his window for comings and goings, worried about Gamzee's potential to harm the other trolls in town.]

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[lynches.livejournal.com]

[Terezi knocks on the door of 1338 Benny Road. She's eager to see her kismesis/matesprit- it feels like ages since she saw him last, for some reason.

And, of course, they've got some... business to take care of.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He opens the door, baring his fangs in a pleased grin when he sees who it is.]

It is all about time you showed your motherfuckin' face, sweet thing. I was about to motherfuckin' start without you.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

I'm here now. [She hooks her arms around his shoulders in a painfully tight hug. She pulls him down to grin right into his face.] Can you believe the little pissblood hung up on me when I asked him what color his blood was? Rude!

Where is he at, anyway~?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He wraps his own arms around her waist, claws digging into her sides.]

I ain't surprised - brother all done had the motherfuckin' gall to be threatening me and my girls. [He sighs and shakes his head mournfully.] Motherfuckin' scumbloods just don't know how to treat a sister right.

Oh, he's hiding away somewhere in this hive. All tucked away and cowering in the dark like a motherfucking wiggler about to be grubsauce. It's all chill though - just makes it more fun for us.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

Aw, how'd you even control yourself! I am impressed, Gamzee. I'd probably have cracked his pan open right then and there.

[She tugs at a lock of Gamzee's hair, a bit sharply.] So it's hide-n'-go-seek with the wiggler, is it?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

It was being a real motherfuckin' struggle, I can tell you that. But I ain't gonna be opening my new present without my darling girl there to see.

[He darts in quickly to nip at Terezi's bottom lip.] Hide-n'-go-cull's always been one of my favorite games. Especially the motherfuckin' finale.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

It'll be a goddamn spectacular! You are too good to me. [She giggles breathlessly, eyes widening in anticipation of the events to come. It'll be nice, putting this lowblood in his place. And Mayfield's good, in that way- if they get carried away, well, he'll just come back. And they can play with him again and again and again.]

And if you're not just going to kiss me I'll take care of it myself. [She leans up to full-on press her mouth against his, edging him beyond the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Only the best for my finest of sisters. [And okay, hunting down Karkat can wait for a few minutes while Gamzee proceeds to shove his tongue down Terezi's throat and maybe try to sneak in a well-timed boobhonk here and there.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He noticed Terezi coming in while watching the window, and he thought it might be a good time to get a sense of what's happening. Even like this, Terezi will keep Gamzee in line. Instead, he gets an eyeful of this business. He was meaning to be quiet but he accidentally drops his sickle and has to pick it up.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[She's all too happy to let Gamzee boobhonk her while trying to tear new wounds into his tongue with her teeth, but then she hears that sound, a faint thud from upstairs, and pauses in the midst of her makeouts.]

Mmm, what was that?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He licks teal and indigo off his lips, glancing up the stairs.]

Seems like our newest brother done thinks he can land a free viewing of the show without a motherfuckin' ticket.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He wants nothing to do with this; it looked maybe black to him, but he can't tell for sure, and either way, it's kind of uncomfortable to watch Gamzee feeling up his matesprit.

He isn't quite aware he's been noticed, and he ducks back into his respite block.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[She looks up just in time to catch the blur of Karkat's retreat; she laughs wildly and wipes the blood off of her mouth with the back of her hand.]

Oh, look! He is already running.

later;

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[After getting rid of Kanaya, Karkat will quickly change his shirt, enough that the cuts and blood aren't completely visible. It's not perfect; there's still some smeared blood on his neck and it's dripping down his hand, but he's in a hurry and he doesn't care.

Getting to his feet is difficult; there's immediate pain and protest from his knee, but he's able to grab his school bag and to start throwing his things in there-- his husktop, his sickle, clothes, schoolbooks, anything in sight, still shaking and barely able put weight on his leg as he moves.]

Re: later;

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

[BEING ERASED IS SO BORING. There's nothing aside from napping in the TARDIS, tinkering with the TARDIS, more naps, and well just boring stuff.

Which explains why the Doctor was entirely ignorant of any altercations happening in the house until way after it happened. He hates the looks he gets from everyone, so he keeps to himself in the TARDIS mostly and only ventures into the house to check on everyone and grab food.

Such as right now. He hears Karkat and pauses near his door before opening it without knocking.]

This erasure stuff is so dull, isn't it. I think I've slept enough for about three years. Have you found anything to do that doesn't get you scowled at? I'm quite tired of scowling.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[When the Doctor barges in, for a moment he thinks it's Gamzee or Terezi back for him, and his eyes widen and his body freezes. But once he realizes it's just the Doctor, he scowls much more angrily than he's been greeting the Doctor lately, adopting a careful defensive posture that places his weight back on his injured leg. It hurts to stand like this, and he gives a small, barely noticeable hiss at the pain of putting the weight there, but he clutches his bag to his chest trying to use it to hide the blood covering his hand and the damp red patches beginning to show up on his shirt.]

Knock.

I'm fucking off to Sollux's, so there's one less asshole to worry about.

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

...Right.

Knocking.

[With a clumsy motion he leans back and knocks on the door before stumbling back into the room, sulking.]

What? And leave me all alone with everyone else?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry.

[He doesn't look sorry, and he also doesn't move; he can't, not without limping.]

Maybe you should fuck off somewhere else for a while, did you think of that?

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

Yes, well. There are rather limited amount of place to... "fuck off" to. And everyone in them thinks I'm a fake.

[He sniffs. And then pauses as he catches a scent. It's wet and heavy and makes him want to retch. Blood, clearly.]

Karkat. What's happened?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[He pulls his bag tighter against himself, narrowing his eyes.]

Fuck off.

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

Is that why you're leaving?

[leaning on the doorframe, trying to block the way but is rather unsuccessful to do his slight frame.]

What's happened?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Nothing's happened. I'm fine.

[He's not moving; the longer he stands completely still, his weight on his left leg and looking a little unbalanced, the more obvious it is that the reason he's not moving is because he can't.]

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

Right, well, while you're standing there being fine, I'm going to go get the first aid kit. I doubt you're able to move anyway.

[And with that he turns around and heads down the hall towards the TARDIS.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He waits until he heard the Doctor leave, and then he hurries to make his exit from the house, limping his way down the stairs towards the front door and dripping blood behind him.]

[coolbowtie.livejournal.com]

[Well of course the Doctor expected that. He's pulled it plenty of times himself.

So the TARDIS is just going to materialize in front of the door.]