mayfield_mods: (Jane Smith)
Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote2011-07-09 10:04 pm

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[Early in the morning on July 5th, after Jane Smith's uncharacteristic behavior was put to an end, were someone to go on a walk throughout the park, they might come across an unusual sight.

Jane Smith is sitting on a park bench hidden somewhere between the trees. Or at least, at a glance it appears to be her, but at second glance, she doesn't look exactly the same. Her features are younger, more a 24 year old girl than a 30 year old mother, and there's something less perfect and put together in her looks.

Maybe this time, it's Samantha Achewood, the girl Jane Smith used to be, sitting by herself. She appears perfectly contented and peaceful with her eyes closed, perhaps napping. But on closer inspection, she isn't breathing and she has no pulse, and her body is cold and lifeless to the touch.

There's no cause of death to find here. Samantha simply went to sleep and will never wake up.

But that isn't the only surprising thing one might notice about Mayfield today. No matter where you look or what you might do, Officer Grady is nowhere to be found.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[After the events of the Fourth? Someone is in a very.

Bad.

Humor.

It's rare that the Major can be made to feel angry. Rarer, still, when that anger is near rage. But the events of the Fourth, of stripping him into such a gaudy version of himself? Was not amusing. Valentine's Day had been amusing if only for the absurdity of the spectacle, and that all his other memories, of who he was, had been left in tact. But to have who he was stripped away?

That was akin to being made inhuman. To have his own humanity stripped, and some other coat put on. And he would not have that.

He'd begun to walk over towards Samantha with the intent of insulting her, or possibly trying to harm her. He doubted the punishment for such could be any worse then what he had already endured. Any punishment they could inflict now would be laughable.]


Good day, Fraulein. I-

[...There's something different about her. She looked...younger.

Deader, too. And that realization brought a larger smile to the Major's face. Digging in his pocket for a moment, he extracted a small pocketknife. And grabbing Samantha's jaw, he began to place the blade to her skull.

If left unbothered during his attempt, the word "hoffnungslos" will be carved into Samantha's skull. And the Major, whistling, will start to walk away.]

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Umm, he is going to be bothered. Hitler would understand if maybe people were angry with her, or the town, or whatever, but that is no excuse for desecrating her corpse.]

What- what are you doing? Stop that!

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry. He won't even bother to turn to you Hitler. He's a bit busy, right now.]

Ah.

Merely leaving a message. Just as we have been left one.

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
How could you do that to her? She was as much a victim as any of us!

[Glaring, so much glaring. He's not used to being this angry.]

What can you possibly hope to accomplish by childishly lashing out against Miss Achewood? By mutilating her body?

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The Major pauses for a moment. He even brings the knife away from Samantha's head. It's almost like he's going to stop.

Instead, he'll just sit on the bench beside Samantha, scooting the body to the far edge of it so there'd be room for yet another person to sit down. And he'll bring the knife to be pointing at Hitler.]


I believe you and I should have a discussion. I've been meaning to speak with you since our car ride in March.

Please. Take a seat.

Mein Führer.

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He's glad to see the knife being moved away from Samantha. He's even okay with it being pointed at him. He doesn't even mind talking to this guy. The last bit though? At that, he flinches. And his voice, while even toned, is obviously strained.]

Please don't call me that.

[But Hitler sits down anyway. Because at least this is keeping him from carving into the dead woman's skull.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Once Hitler sits down, the Major pulls the knife back, and closes it. Smiling.]

Mmm. If I were one of the others who had fought under your...genetic provider's reign, I suppose I would be hurt. Insulted, perhaps, by the insinuation.

But I suppose what I have wanted to ask is this: what do you wish to do with your life?

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Hitler is getting a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He does not like the way this conversation is going. Somehow he feels even more threatened, even though the knife has been put away.]

I- I honestly don't know. I don't think it really matters.....

[Back home, he had always been so caught up in trying to be as different from his original as he possibly could. Not that it mattered. He never could escape the stigma. In Mayfield, things were different. He had friends. People who told him that they didn't care what he was. And he had started to wonder if he could actually have a life.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[The Major tsks a little, then shrugs. You could almost swear his smile just grew, but it's unnoticeable. It's more like a feeling.]

Ah, but you are young. You have quite a bit of time, before you have to truly decide.

What things might interest you then? You must have some interests.

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Interests?

[Yeah, he noticed that. He's also a little confused at the turn this conversation is taking. Well, it sounds like a safe topic.]

Well, in my spare time I do a lot of sewing. And since I've gotten to Mayfield I've been doing a lot more... social things.

[He really didn't have any hope of a social life before. The other clones were pretty clear that no one wanted to be friends with Hitler. Not that he blamed them.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[The smile is spreading. Still not physical smiling. Just that odd feeling.]

That must be quite nice. Social things, then? Such as what? Would you say you're quite good at them? Say, perhaps even teach others?

[identity profile] springtime4me.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[This is creepy. There isn't anything wrong or unusual with what he's saying. Nothing Hitler can point to that's specifically bothering him. It's just.... the strangest feeling]

Just normal things. I mean, going out with friends, or going on dates. I don't think I've ever tried to teach anyone anything.

Unless you count telling people about Mayfield. I've had to do that a few times.

[Or teaching Shiro about the power of the Almighty Dolly. But that was back home.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The Majors voice remains as calm and weirdly benevolent as it has this entire time. He leans in a bit more, and this time? His smile does grow.]

Ah, you've provided warning, then. And...can you carry on the conversation?

Can you get people to listen to you?

[identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck do you think you're doing.

[Hey, Major! Guess who's right behind you. Spoiler: It's Annie.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh man is it? Protip: Not a single fuck is given. Though he'll be tightening his grip on her jaw.

Who knows when he may need to throw the corpse at you.]


Leaving a message, Fraulein. In case everyone else doesn't get it.

[identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Don't leave your fucking bullshit on her fucking face, you piece of shit. [She will beat him with that corpse goddamn.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I'm afraid that it's still my turn.

You can have your turn when I'm done. She's public property now, after all.

[Moving his grip from her jaw to the cuff of her shirt. It'll make it easier to spin around and fling her body/use it as a shield if he needs to.]

[identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
She's a fucking person, asshole; she's her own goddamn property.

[She steps a bit closer, claws bared.] And you're not fucking walking away from here alive. Not this time.

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[A short peak over his shoulder. Claws. So you certainly aren't human, but he'd begun to gather that much as well.

He shifts a bit, and he feels the weight of his pistol against his hip. There was a good chance it might not do anything to the girl. But it would be a good experiment, at the least.]


Then let's make it a good death, Jüdin.

[Yeah, spinning around to throw the corpse at you, Annie, while he fumbles to readjust to try and draw his gun.]

[identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She easily bats Samantha's corpse out of the way-- because treating the dead with respect is for losers, really-- and transforms into something the Major should be very familiar with. It's not her larger form, however, just her normal-sized wolf form. The former isn't really conducive to tearing out his throat.

She doesn't bother with pithy remarks or jokes or anything. She just leaps.]

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he isn't surprised.

No. We're beyond the point of talking. The Major's quick enough to put an arm up against his throat to make access at biting it difficult, because he sure isn't fucking quick enough to get away after she leaps. She easily slams him to the ground. And if she tries to bite? She'll notice a bit more resistance then usual flesh and bone in his arm. It's a scraping feeling. Like metal.

He fumbles to try and grab his gun, and when he finally gets it out, he'll attempt to push it against her and proceed to start firing and hoping he can hit. He doubts it'll do much if she's anything like The Captain, and a brand of werewolf who can only be hurt either by the strength of another supernatural creature or silver.

But it's worth a try.]

[identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course she bites; it's essentially her main attack move in this form. And it's awful, like chewing on tin foil but worse, and she's vaguely sure she's chipped a fang or something. It messes with her enough that she actually backs off of him, shaking her head to get rid of the strange feeling.

She's so concerned over this that she doesn't even see the gun.

The bullet scrapes her shoulder but doesn't pierce, though the surprise is enough to get a yelp out of her. She aims her claws-- much safer bets than teeth-- at the hand holding the gun while trying to avoid the bullets the best she can.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It's at this moment that a man in green and a frightened young boy arrive on the scene. Eddie stops in his tracks, extending his cane out to the side to stop Luke as well. There's a body, yes. But somehow, he doubts that Luke had seen this unfolding when he'd first encountered the corpse.

It's... the Major. Fighting against some kind of a beast. Where on earth did it come from? There's a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when he recognizes the corpse as well---Jane Smith. She doesn't look quite the same as she did the night before, but she isn't unrecognizable, outside of the strange carving the Major's made into her skull.

Did that Nazi bastard do this to her? And what the hell was trying so desperately to slice the Major apart? His eyes dart down to his fake son, his cane still extended protectively in front of him. His grip around the handle grows even tighter as he speaks in a hushed tone.]


Luke. Run home. Now.

[identity profile] tapshoetomove.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Luke definitely wasn't expecting to see fighting. While he didn't recognize the other man, he certainly didn't recognize the beast fighting him. Taking a few steps back, he somewhat attempts to hide behind Edward, even though it's pretty obvious he's there.

He's too terrified to move.]

M-Mr. Nigma, y-you're really not going to stay are you?

[identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The Major lets out a snarling laugh, just about as animalistic as any sound a wolf could make, as Annie backs off after having bitten him. He tries to scramble up as she gets off, trying to take advantage of the brief reprieve. He doesn't notice the two new intruders, not now. His mind is focused entirely on his current battle.

He hisses a bit as Annie strikes at his hand, and he's surprised at how deep the claws get, the Major dropping the gun. There's an unpleasant squeal, like keys being dragged against a car, as the claws tear strips in the Major's hand. And what's revealed isn't flesh and sinew, but circuitry. Wires. Metal.

The Major kicks at the wolf, hoping to strike hard enough to make it back away so he can try and go for his gun. He hardly has any belief he'll walk away alive. But he intends to annoy and punish his opponent as much as possible before he goes down.]

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