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epidemiology2017-03-23 12:59 am
webdesigned) wrote in epidemiology2017-03-23 12:59 am
BUT MY HEART IS WILD, AND MY BONES ARE STEEL
CHARACTERS: peter parker & YOU
DATE: 3/22 - 3/23
WARNINGS: violence?? possibly... some cannibalism attempts, jfc
SUMMARY: turns out that a mild coma didn't actually keep the virus from progressing, and now that he's out and about at nearly 7 weeks infected, things are a bit bad. time to catch a spider. easy, right?
SANS.
REIKA.
NOT SO SUPER AFTER ALL. (OTA)
HAISE.
DATE: 3/22 - 3/23
WARNINGS: violence?? possibly... some cannibalism attempts, jfc
SUMMARY: turns out that a mild coma didn't actually keep the virus from progressing, and now that he's out and about at nearly 7 weeks infected, things are a bit bad. time to catch a spider. easy, right?
SANS.
( when he finally figured out his infected state, his only option seemed to be isolation. it was not a great plan, admittedly. he hadn't had a lot of time to make it, even if he'd promised Keith to make preparations just in case. he couldn't hole up in quarantine, not when he was a threat to anyone that hazarded going too close, so that meant more extreme measures.
one little slip was all it took to devastate. Stiles had been proof of that. Peter refused to let there be another slip.
the plan was simple. lock himself away where the infected numbers were high, to keep anyone from finding him. steal enough barbiturates to keep himself under as... well, as long as he needed to be. he had not been concerned with an endgame. it could have worked, maybe, if he'd trusted someone else to be close enough to monitor him. the dispenser he'd made did its job, but he'd discounted exactly how much of the drug he'd need to even drag him under. he hadn't taken enough to last even a week.
when he woke, he was not the same person that had been willing to render himself comatose to protect everyone in Woodhurst.
he was no longer thinking; his thoughts were burned away in the fever of his hunger. nothing else mattered. so when he crawled from the sewers, he doesn't exactly seem like someone wise to get particularly close to. there's already blood on his hands, his pupils so wide in the dark his eyes almost seem black — and if that weren't eerie enough, the first hint at a sound makes him react, and not simply by running. that'd be too easy, wouldn't it?
no, crawling along the wall suits him just fine, at a rather alarming speed. it seems rife for a horror movie, only it's reality, and it is a reality that is coming in a little too quickly. the sound that had caught his attention was a woman walking to her car, unaware of the danger lingering in the dark. leaping from a wall to land on her is enough to knock her to the ground and knock her out in one fell swoop, which might be just as well. she won't have to feel his teeth sinking into her arm. )
REIKA.
( turns out, when someone capable of crawling up walls and throwing cars starts a frenzy in the middle of downtown, it draws attention. especially when the count of injuries is climbing and climbing fast. the screams, the cries for help, the few people left on the streets fleeing for safety seems to have little effect on him anymore. if anything it seems to set him off, throwing whatever he can reach at the nearest sound. which is a bit of a problem, when he can lift just about any car he comes across.
he doesn't exactly hear the threat coming. no, he feels it, a shiver down his spine, hairs standing on end. even with the knowledge it's coming, he doesn't bother to stop chasing the next mark he's after. he crawls after his fleeing target, skittering along the wall with demented focus. even as the terrified civilian screams for help and stumbles into the street. it doesn't matter how much he eats anymore, he's still hungry — and he seems to have decided on his next meal. )
NOT SO SUPER AFTER ALL. (OTA)
( spider-man is actually only so amazing. he can crawl up walls and lift incredible weights, yet he's far from invincible. he might have done well to remember that a lot sooner, chances were a lot of people would have been saved a lot of pain.
still, he's been chased and pursued, and by individuals strong enough to actually keep up with him. more than keep up, really. his brain was burned into thoughtless fever, and his actions were stuck on instinct, instead of forethought. Audentes wasn't the only thing he had to worry about, either, as Woodhurst was determined to fight back as well. for example, getting hit by that pest control van had definitely not been expected. who could really expect that kind of irony?
he's hidden in the dark, pressed against a wall and nearly dazed. he definitely looks as if he's in need of help, though considering the smudges of blood on his face and hands... you might not want to risk it. )
HAISE.
( there are only two things that matter to him at the moment. trying to sate the endless hunger that only seems to be amplified the more he tries to silence it, and evading those that have intent on keeping him from it. evading violently, if need be. he's somehow managed to avoid capture this long, and that's in no small part from how capable he is at slipping away, and hearing who might be after him before he can even see them.
still, he's running on madness, not sense. not to mention Peter had been wise enough to take off the webslingers that allowed him to move through the air so quickly, just in case. hard to say if he'd even have the sense to use them, now, though if he could it was certainly for the best he didn't have the option. he's not as fast as he could be and that leaves him open to intervention.
even though he's not particularly inclined toward the idea.
he's distracted, trying to beat down a heavy metal barricade that was hiding something to eat. the screams inside only seemed to make him work more feverishly, like a panicked promise if he could just manage to get inside. terrifyingly, he's doing a damned good job beating the metal in with his fists — unless someone can stop him. )
makes my own super prompt since I'm not special enough to get my own!!! X(
[Looks like she found him. She knows he's far along in terms of the infection -- but she can't help but feel a surge of relief when she spots him. She touches the extra magatama around her neck that serves as her Magitek, shooting Stiles a quick message--- I found him, before slowly approaching her star player, who's seen better days, from the looks of it.]
[She's nervous, because she's not a complete idiot -- but she ignores it. This is about him, not about her. If she can stop him from hurting anyone (else) -- a little risk is worth it. What kind of coach would she be if she let her star player run rampant?]
Peter? What are you doing hanging out over here? If you're trying to spice up your baseball moves, a dark corner's no place to practice!
omg why are you putting me on public blast like this sipp im a good person
or do they? actually, people really might watch that.
he doesn't react much, for what it's worth. though, in the state of infection he's reached, it's hard to tell if that's a good thing or not. now his mind is a mystery, if one could argue it was even working at all. Peter has never been gifted at hiding what he's feeling, and now there's frighteningly little to pull from his expression.
though his eyes narrow and his head tilts — almost like a confused puppy, only covered in blood and bruises, so probably less charming overall. hard to tell if that's a sign, though, that somewhere in the madness she could be reaching something; or just a silent assessment of a new potential meal. )
you broke my tender kokoro
[Too bad Maya has other things on her mind now-- namely getting her mentee off the streets before he can hurt anyone else. It's hard to get a sense of what he's thinking when he's lurking in the dark and his expression's so terse and blank. It's kind of jarring with how expressive he usually is -- even if she hasn't known him long -- but there's no time to dwell on that.]
[She keeps moving forward, until she gets a better look at him and-- huh. He's run into trouble, that's for sure]
--What happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck!
sumimasen, senpai T~~~~T
it doesn't seem to be very easy for him to struggle back to his feet, though he does. peeling off the wall, he starts to move, and move closer at that. there's no hint of recognition to speak of, it'd probably be a good idea to be just about anywhere but here now that he's mobile again. he certainly has an agenda in mind, and it can't be good.
c'mon, Maya... it's time for those self preservation skills to kick in... if you run, he might not actually have it in him to chase you. )
i guess i can find it in me to forgive u...
[It's not that she doesn't recognize the danger -- she's aware of it, even if she's pretending otherwise -- it isn't that she isn't afraid -- because she is, quite afraid -- but turning her back on anyone isn't in her playbook, let alone someone she really cares about -- like Peter. She's come this far to find him. So she'll bring him back. She won't let this thing consume him.]
[She closes the distance between them as he starts to zombiewalk forward, getting under his arm as best she can to support him, since he's having trouble -- and then wraps an arm around him.]
No zombie shambling around, okay? It's Maya... it's your coach... and my flavour's too spicy for you to handle, trust me.
Don't forget about our plans for the big leagues, Peter! We're gonna go places, you and me! So I'm not losing you to this dumb sickness.
[He might feel her tremble a little, but her grip's firm]
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it seems she is, though. somehow, someway, she reaches a part of him that anyone else would argue was already gone. or... well, most would, anyway. the touch is unbelievably unexpected, even for a kid with senses that border on precognitive, and after the terrifying moments of hesitation, he takes a breath like it's the first that hit his lungs in ages. like he's surfacing from something he nearly drowned in. )
Maya, ( he stumbles a little, putting more weight on her than someone her size should reasonably be expected to carry. he shakes his head, slowly but surely. ) You have... you've got to go. Please. ( he can't let her be the next on a long list of people he's hurt, and the longer she lingers near him, the more likely it's going to be.
he says that. and yet, he can't let her go, either. )
don't think u can get out of this with cute dug
[She is afraid -- but that's secondary, to this. To him. She's not Mia -- she can't do much -- but she can do this much. She doesn't have enough faith in herself to think she's capable of saving him from himself, but that won't stop her from trying. She has faith he can save himself. Maybe all he needs is a little coaching]
Gotcha. There's my star player and professional dork! [He stumbles on her, and she stumbles a little, too, knees almost buckling under the added weight, but she manages to hold him up. That's what a coach is supposed to do, isn't it? Never mind that the whole little league thing is little more than a joke between two people who know nothing about baseball--]
[She's serious about this much. Whatever happens, she's with him]
I came all this way just to find you, Peter. I'm not going anywhere. We'll fight this together. Okay?
[Funny, Maya's not letting go, either.]
i already did (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
Peter should know better than to lean so much on Maya. she's all too fragile, if something goes wrong. hasn't he seen proof of how much damage he can cause? he didn't want it then and he doesn't want it now, but is that enough to protect her? he's not sure, no matter how confident Maya tries to sound.
he shakes his head, though the comfort response to her touch is still too strong for him to pull away from, not immediately. ) It's too dangerous. I've already... ( he winces at memories that flash through his head, trying to pull back from the thoughts and Maya all at once. ) I don't want to hurt you. ( fight it, she says, and he wishes he were strong enough to be confident that she would be safe.
after what happened to Stiles, there's no chance that he can trust himself not to hurt the people he cares about. no matter the fact he doesn't want to. )
je refuse
[That's what she's going to do. Keep her hold on him. Not let go. It's working, so far--]
You won't hurt me. Trust me.
[She says that with such confidence in him it's kind of sad, but it's sincere.] Let me help you, okay? We can do this. That infection's no match for us if we work together!
[If he tries to pull away, she'll just try to hold on again. If she gets his hand, she'll squeeze it]
wrap on yours ? ? ? that should get you enough for ac bank
it'd be wonderful, if he could trust himself not to destroy things he cares about. he just can't.
he does try to pull away, unsurprisingly, considering the places his thoughts are going. Maya manages to keep a hold of him though, maybe because he's not fighting her very hard. part of that is the risk in it, and part of that might just be that he doesn't want to.
it's the arm she frees to take his hand that is her undoing. he lets her take it, and exactly how docile he can be in the midst of such a late stage infection is jarring. it's enough to make anyone assume they're going to be safe, and unfortunately Peter knows exactly how flimsy that safety really is. )
I can't, Maya, I'm sorry. ( as much as he wants to. he can't keep holding on when the chances are so high his selfishness will just hurt her in the end. he can't trust that he can keep her safe from himself. the only thing he can do is get away from her before it is too late. it's a struggle to pull free of her, especially when she's so determined to hold on, but he manages it. he's got spider-senses that can help him avoid a bullet shot at him, he can certainly avoid a girl trying to forcibly hug him to his senses. before she can reach out again, he takes a few determined steps back — by the time she can reach him, he'll jump up and away. it's hard to follow when he crawls up a wall, out of reach, and determinedly ignoring any call behind him. )