Capture 7 | Dictated

[panicswitched]

[ there's heavy breathing at first, as though ashley's running. she's got her journal open, but every so often there's a break in communication, where she's either shut the journal or tossed it aside. ]

I don't know how you got on board, but I said I was going to kill you for hurting everyone, right? So I lied. I don't want--

[ she pauses as she stops running. she glances around and ducks into another room. ]

I'm gonna destroy them. [ she sounds almost sane. ] They aren't giving me back what they gave me the first time. I won't let her catch me--

[ oh but she's following and ashley whips around. ]

No. Get away. Leave me alone! I didn't do it! You made me do it! You drugged me and you made me!

[ a sob gets caught in her throat before wrenching itself out. pounding footsteps can be heard as she runs and then the sound of her slamming into something hard. probably a wall. she picks herself up and runs again. ]

It hurts. [ almost a whimper. but hurting is good. if she hurts, that means she can die here. she can be killed before she hurts anyone. well, anyone other than miss bluff-face-liar-pants. ]

Stop saying I did it! I didn't ask to kill anyone! Leave me alone!

[ and then she shuts the journal this time, to wait until she's a little calmer to open it again. ]



[ ooc: response times will vary, as she's running, action or journal replies welcome! ]

Comments

[workaphilic]

[Turn that corner and you may hear a shout, Ashley.]

Olly olly oxen free!

[It sounds less like an invitation and more like a threat. You may have wanted to hide better.]

[panicswitched]

[ geeze, so much for keeping quiet. she does turn the corner, pausing. ]

What the hell...

[ scientist dude to her, sherlock in reality. her eyes are wide when she finally sees him, stopping a little distance away. ]

What do you want? I didn't do it.

[workaphilic]

[Sometimes he likes to make an entrance.

His grin widens when he sees her, full of more manic anger than anything else. She may stop, but he wastes no time in advancing.]

Modesty doesn't suit you. We should all take responsibility for ourselves, after all.

[panicswitched]

But I didn't do it. They made me. She made me do it!

[ she scoots a few steps backwards and--

oh..

that's a wall.

crap. ]

[workaphilic]

[His expression turns unmistakably malicious. He's not seeing her at all.]

Shut up! Don't use that on me. I know you, the real you. Let's solve it, hm? Our problem.

[He lunges.

Now would be a good time to move.]

[panicswitched]

[ yeah she'll just... dodge sideways. a little. her reaction time isn't as good as it should be and she's a bit slow on the uptake. after her encounter with anne, she's already a little bloody and her head hurts, so she's not in the best place for another fight.

but damn it she's going to try anyway. ]

I don't want to be your problem. I'm not your problem! You already did your damage. I'm dead. All of the others are dead, too. Stop chasing me!

[ except this is the hardest thing to convince anyone to do when they're already bent on following and hurting you. ]

[workaphilic]

[He skids to follow, recalculating his movements to accommodate hers. Taxed as it is, his mind is still trained.]

I will never stop. [It comes out a snarl.] Do you understand? You started this, not me. I'm going to end it.

[Nope, yep, he's just going to throw a punch. Boxer, this one.]

[panicswitched]

[ wow, rude. she dodges that, catching the blow on her shoulder. it's enough to knock her off balance and she winces at it. ]

I'd never even heard of you until you started trying to kill us! You and your stupid people--!

[ she aims a kick at his kneecap, more out of frustration than actually trying to do any damage. ]