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005; why can't this be a cute cat
[well, now that talking pastel pony land is over and done with, julie's crossing back from the library, balancing a stack of books on car repair, and cool... things like that. her journal sits at the top of the stack.
dum dee dum. wait, is that a cat? julie loves cats. she loves them so much she gave her car a cat motif. cats are great. this particular cat is further away and sort of hidden in shadow, but julie walks a bit faster, trying to catch up to it]
Hey, little guy...
[pause. what if it's a new resident? considering how many different types of talking animals there are here, julie doesn't want to come off as condescending, so she clears her throat and talks in a regular tone]
You new here?
[when she gets closer, she realizes that there's something definitely off about it. okay, is that... human hair? and an arm, leg, and hands-- this can't be right. her steps slow down, and as she squints to get a better look, the cat turns its head.
julie can't help but stare in horror. she shudders and takes a few steps back, her eyes unable to leave the hideous creature in front of her. what in fresh hell is that thing? and right when her brain tells herself to book it out of there, the cat lunges, its grotesque and mismatched body flying towards her.
the journal falls open at this point. the sounds of struggling can be heard, and finally a few thwacks as julie successfully clocks the creature with a book, and then a strangled cry]
Augh!
[then there's a sickening sound, like bones rubbing against each other, and a gross squelching noise. the cat slinks off with its new pelvis, and julie lays on the ground, gasping and occasionally groaning in pain.]
S-someone, please... Oh, God...
[ooc; another victim!!!! :o and lmao because i'm immature and felt like it here is a sort-of accurate representation of what julie looks like rn. no pelvis = lack of anything holding her bottom half together i'm sorry]
dum dee dum. wait, is that a cat? julie loves cats. she loves them so much she gave her car a cat motif. cats are great. this particular cat is further away and sort of hidden in shadow, but julie walks a bit faster, trying to catch up to it]
Hey, little guy...
[pause. what if it's a new resident? considering how many different types of talking animals there are here, julie doesn't want to come off as condescending, so she clears her throat and talks in a regular tone]
You new here?
[when she gets closer, she realizes that there's something definitely off about it. okay, is that... human hair? and an arm, leg, and hands-- this can't be right. her steps slow down, and as she squints to get a better look, the cat turns its head.
julie can't help but stare in horror. she shudders and takes a few steps back, her eyes unable to leave the hideous creature in front of her. what in fresh hell is that thing? and right when her brain tells herself to book it out of there, the cat lunges, its grotesque and mismatched body flying towards her.
the journal falls open at this point. the sounds of struggling can be heard, and finally a few thwacks as julie successfully clocks the creature with a book, and then a strangled cry]
Augh!
[then there's a sickening sound, like bones rubbing against each other, and a gross squelching noise. the cat slinks off with its new pelvis, and julie lays on the ground, gasping and occasionally groaning in pain.]
S-someone, please... Oh, God...
[ooc; another victim!!!! :o and lmao because i'm immature and felt like it here is a sort-of accurate representation of what julie looks like rn. no pelvis = lack of anything holding her bottom half together i'm sorry]

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He's been reluctant to get involved so far -- he's an assassin, not fucking "demon control" –– but here is someone who once did him a favour by getting him help, so it is the least he can do to repay that debt.
So he's out the door.]
Julie! Where are you? Speak if you can!
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I-I-I'm... I'm near the library, Ezio, hurry --
[she's totally afraid to look down. she can feel emptiness and heaviness and it's a terrible, horrifying feeling KJAHSK]
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Madre di dio, what happened?
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Look to the ceiling. I will take you to the clinic, where someone with more expertise can find out what has happened, alright?
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Is it that bad? [does she want to know... awjdklsd]
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It could be worse. For now, we will not think of that.
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she stops cold, and it looks like she's trying very, very hard to not scream, or cry, or throw up. or maybe all three.]
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[He doesn't want her to flip out right now. He reaches for her chin again, cupping it in hopes that he can comfort her.]
Julie, I need you to stay calm, bambina.
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she bites her lip, nodding.]
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Put your arms around my neck. We will see if I can lift you like this.
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No, no, you can't do that -- I don't know what's going on down there, but we have to think this through. I can feel my insides moving and spreading around my body. What'll happen if I move around too much?
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You obviously cannot hold it in place, and I do not know what would happen... [He pauses, and then undoes the tie on his cape, so that it releases from his shoulder.] Let us see if we can bandage it, in a sense, to keep it in place. As women do with their breasts in my time.
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instead she tries to keep her voice level and calm as best as she can.]
Okay, so basically like a human burrito?
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I... do not know what that is, but we will use my cape to ensure that nothing moves.
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It's a type of food. [ok nobody cares julie kjahwkasd] Whatever. Okay, how are we gonna do this....?
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We will roll you, so that we do not have to pick you up.. but I will try to support your weight as you turn so that you do not [crush your own insides] have trouble. Then you will be rolled into my cape.
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Okay. Okay, let's do this. [DONT CRY JULIE DO NOT CRY]
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[He nods, and then rolls her.]