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ѕarιѕѕa "noт тoday, ѕaтan" тнeron ([personal profile] magnitudes) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-11-18 08:54 pm

( closed ) you can't wake up, this is not a dream

WHO: Alison, Cosima, Sarah, Kavinsky, Clara, Jessica & others, eventually Sarissa.
WHERE: Sarissa's place, possibly other locations
WHEN: forward-dated to after Thanksgiving
WHAT: Immediate(ish) aftermath of Sarissa's murder.
WARNINGS: General approach with caution alert; death, reference to gore, violence & murder. Possible reference to past abuse/domestic violence.
NOTES:
— carry on from the murder log (see warnings in log and above)
— basically do whatever works for you, friends. Sarissa will be dead for a bit shy of 40 hours, so there will be two nights of her being dead and then she'll wake up early morning
— but basically it's all timey wimey for convenience
— feel free to just do whatever and set up random starters as suits you
— tl;dr silly gifs in the post, starters and emotional pain in the comments



100% serious rper
coppelganger: (all my friends)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-19 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sarah's used to letting herself into Sarissa's place by now. She gave up on knocking a while ago, just lets herself in either by strolling casually through the unlocked front door or by unlocking it with a key. This evening, she uses the key before testing to see if the door's even locked, mostly because Alison is with her and might disapprove if she doesn't.

The door swings open, and something's wrong. The lights are off, all of them, like there's been some kind of power surge. She hears Mendel stirring in his aviary, but nothing else. No footsteps or subaudible hum of appliances or even the sound of breathing. It's like she's opened a door onto a tomb, and she feels an odd shiver of worry go up her spine.

But, no, it's gotta be nothing. Sarissa's fixing the power, surely, is in another room. Sarah gives Alison and Cosima a look as she steps through the threshold and into the living room, a kind of eyebrows raised Huh, this is weird, innit? face. ]


Sarissa? [ she calls, and waits for an answer. And waits. ]
pillz: (scream)

[personal profile] pillz 2016-11-19 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky shows up because she's late. and he has to go back to the creepy old standby, grenades strapped on under his jacket. nothing bad happens-- of course, nothing bad really has so far, and at this point his associations and powers and generally terrifying attitude are known to the people in the industry. you don't fuck with jesse pinkman's people. you don't fuck with imports, in general. and you don't fuck with sociopathic little baby bulgarian cokeheads who are in the gun-running business straight out of highschool. that sort of a person is necessarily unhinged, even without the other shit.

so why is his bodyguard fucking around on him? is what kavinsky wants to know. it's two am when he crashes in, battering the familiar door open with a fist. he's been here a dozen times before. meals, those times she persuaded him to come over before or after a job, instead of hitting the bar.]
Theron, [he shouts through the apartment.] The job was three fucking hours ago—!
coppelganger: (tommy gun)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-19 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sarah is sitting on a chair next to the bed, one knee drawn up to her chest, staring blankly out at the blue dawn light. She's been there for hours, like she has for most of the past two days, not sleeping or eating or speaking. Waiting. Occasionally she takes one of Sarissa's hands in hers and runs her thumb over the cool skin, as if Sarissa is only asleep.

When Sarissa does finally move, Sarah is almost too exhausted and sick to notice it. Almost. She leans forward, eyebrows knitting in concentration, waiting to see if the tiny inhalation repeats. When it does, and Sarissa's eyes open, Sarah closes hers in silent thanks. She moves to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and reaching to put her hands on Sarissa's shoulders, steadying her and, she hopes, comforting her. ]


Hey, [ she says, her voice soft and quiet, her tone gentle, more like she's speaking to Kira than to her brassy, sarcastic sister. ] Hey, you're alright. Everyone's okay. You're okay.
coppelganger: (four horsemen)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-19 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
... Okay.

[ It hurts, pulling her hands back, because Sarah's first instinct—one of the few things she knows to do without second-guessing—is to reach out and comfort. But she crosses her arms against her chest, making it clear that she won't reach out and touch Sarissa again, if that's what she wants. ]
coppelganger: (curdled)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-19 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Riss, we're safe. We are safe.

[ Sarah moves so she's sitting closer to Sarissa, not touching her, but close. She smooths out a wrinkled section of the blankets for lack of anything else to do with her hands, which are itching to reach over and smooth Sarissa's hair back out of her eyes. ]

Let's just sit, yeah? Everyone is alright.
coppelganger: (weather experience)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-20 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
No, darling.

[ Gently, slowly, Sarah reaches to take Sarissa's hand, like she has so many times in the past two days. ]

You've done nothing to be sorry for.

[ Sarah doesn't know what happened, and she's not going to ask, not until Sarissa's all the way back, but she knows with certainty that nothing Sarissa could have done warrants what was done to her. And when Sarah finds whoever did it, she's going to make them pay for it. ]
coppelganger: (all the young punks)

ota

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-20 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sarah's not the easiest person to talk to right now.

She's spending most of her time in the guest bedroom, where she once slept herself, but now where Sarissa's body is lying cold and still on the bed. She hasn't slept since they found the body, and her eyes are red rimmed from exhaustion and from crying, but right now, she seems to be doing slightly better. Maybe she's just in shock.

When she's not sitting in the guest room, she's pacing the living room, sometimes worrying a fingernail between her teeth or twisting a strand of hair around one finger. The constant, repetitive movement seems to soothe her the slightest bit, making the exhaustion and the sickness in her stomach bearable.

Over and over, she thinks—was it because we told them what we are? This is what she's been most afraid of, what she's worked so hard to prevent, and it's happened. She's lost another sister. ]
coppelganger: (north american scum)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-20 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry too, Riss. I'm so sorry.

[ Sarah puts her other hand on Sarissa's head, holding her against her chest like she would Kira. She doesn't say anything else, just sits like that as long as Sarissa wants her to. ]
doubleblind: (Glutamine)

[personal profile] doubleblind 2016-11-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Cosima shows up late, expecting to walk into a room full of her sisters waiting for her with varying levels of annoyance. She isn't expecting to find Sarah and Alison cautiously looking for Sarissa. Or Mendel worriedly calling her name. She goes over to Mendel's aviary, opening the door and taking him onto her hand and making soothing chirping noises at him, trying to calm him down. Then she joins Sarah in her search.]

Sarissa, if this is because I'm late, it's really not funny...
coppelganger: (washington bullets)

[personal profile] coppelganger 2016-11-20 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
No, Sarissa.

[ She wants to say so much more, about how Sarissa is beautiful and special and nothing she could do would ever, ever deserve this pain. That whoever would do this to someone so bright and alive and important is missing something vital inside, something that makes them a person. That she'll find whoever hurt her sister and ruin them.

But that can come later. Right now, she doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to talk about revenge or what it was like finding Sarissa cut open. She just wants to hold onto her and feel her breathing. ]
hardedged: (but if I don't come back)

[personal profile] hardedged 2016-11-20 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it doesn't take long for jessica jones to appear. she's been informed that no one truly dies in this place, but coping with the proof is another matter entirely. one hand is shoved in the pocket of her leather jacket, while the other grips the thin handle of a paper bag.

within a minute, jess closes the distance between them, allowing the silence to pervade the air. there are so many things she could say or do — a few words of comfort, perhaps even an embrace. instead, she settles for placing the bag on the ground, which contains enough cheap alcohol for both of them, and gestures to the other woman's bottle. ]


You started without me.
hardedged: (of how you're gonna play)

[personal profile] hardedged 2016-11-20 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the remark distorts her face into an ugly expression, and the soft sound she releases is somewhere between an incredulous scoff and a bitter laugh. it's too soon for morbid humor, even for her. ]

Fuck.

[ with a deep exhale, she leans back on the post of the staircase. her posture, however, is anything other than relaxed. from head to toe, she's anxious in spite of her efforts to conceal it. ]

Who did this?
hardedged: (and i would rather)

[personal profile] hardedged 2016-11-20 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jessica jones arrives several hours after sarissa's body is found, having scheduled plans with her earlier in the week. it's cold outside, compliments of the evening air; wrapped up in a dark scarf and jacket, jess knocks on the front door with a bit of impatience. ]

Sarissa? Open up. I'm freezing my ass off.

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