technicolorraven:
electricriot:
electricriot:
technicolorraven:
Okay, hi. I think the signal’s back.
Right, so. I know, i know… that was just a fucking bomb. Am i retarded or what?
BUT
I swear i saw the end coming… pffft, how stupid of me? Killjoys never die.
Uh, yeah, so, there is a back story and i’ll get to…
Food? Water? Real doctors? You’re shitting me. They’re ‘Joys, right? They’re not… not city workers or Dracs? I have so many questions. If someone will tell you, you should send me coordinates. I’d love to see this place myself - and let’s face it, I could use the medical attention.
We all need some professional help these days :/ …of course they are ‘Joys and nope, i’m not shitting you!
I would be either dead or working at a cubicle at the BC towers if they would’ve found me.
See the thing is, they started building these old-fashioned-looking-hospitals after The Killjoys were- uh- y’know. But they built them underground. Far away from the 6 main zones… that’s how far i am!
I need you to get here and i think i can do that for you. I’ll tell Captain to get you a ride, but i need your coordinates. Send me a private transmission and just hang in there.
Sent. Northeast side of zone 5. Captain will know it - Helen’s not too far away. The ambulance-Chevy is hard to miss.
electricriot:
technicolorraven:
Okay, hi. I think the signal’s back.
Right, so. I know, i know… that was just a fucking bomb. Am i retarded or what?
BUT
I swear i saw the end coming… pffft, how stupid of me? Killjoys never die.
Uh, yeah, so, there is a back story and i’ll get to…
Food? Water? Real doctors? You’re shitting me. They’re ‘Joys, right? They’re not… not city workers or Dracs? I have so many questions. If someone will tell you, you should send me coordinates. I’d love to see this place myself - and let’s face it, I could use the medical attention.
THAT WAS JUST A FUCKING BOMB!
technicolorraven:
Okay, hi. I think the signal’s back.
Right, so. I know, i know… that was just a fucking bomb. Am i retarded or what?
BUT
I swear i saw the end coming… pffft, how stupid of me? Killjoys never die.
Uh, yeah, so, there is a back story and i’ll get to that later but i’m just a little shocked right now.
Hang in there, i’ll tell you guys everything.
xoxo TR
Jesus, Raven, you’re alive!? I haven’t heard from you in AGES!
You have to tell me everything. Soon. Where are you? I’ve been alone for weeks. I’ll come find you.
electricriot:
Not somebody you’d quite like.: electricriot: It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and…
electricriot:
It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and smiled, relieved to see someone that wasn’t hiding behind a Draculoid mask. “Shiny. Sorry…
The Chevy’s trunk creaked in protest as Riot shut it, carrying a few cans of Power Pup and a large jug of water back to the fireside. She pushed the water and two cans over to Dynamo, along with a slightly bent spoon. “Eat up, then. It’ll keep you going.” She opened one of the others and pushed a fork inside, then set it down and sprawled out. She was still so drained. “Dynamo, eh? Electric Riot. Some people call me Mama- well, used to. Most of ‘em haven’t heard from me for a while.”
electricriot:
It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and smiled, relieved to see someone that wasn’t hiding behind a Draculoid mask. “Shiny. Sorry about that, I’m… well, I’m a little jumpy.” She shoved the blaster back into the pocket in her jacket, then glanced around….
Riot nodded, then poked at the fire a couple more times. “Dracs seem to prefer ambushes. Not sure why, but I guess if it works… Have a seat, you’re probably exhausted.” We all have to look out for each other out here, she added silently. She walked back to her car and opened the trunk, rummaging through for a jug of clean water. “Eaten lately?” she asked, pulling out a couple of cans of Power Pup. It wasn’t much, but at least it was edible. She was suddenly starving.
electricriot:
accioceruleanromanceatthedisco:
electricriot:
It was twilight, and Electric Riot was tending a fire.
The showdown (if one could call it that) with the Exterminator formerly known as Heartbreak Hustler had been weeks ago. Fairly uneventful, really - a few words,…
It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and smiled, relieved to see someone that wasn’t hiding behind a Draculoid mask. “Shiny. Sorry about that, I’m… well, I’m a little jumpy.” She shoved the blaster back into the pocket in her jacket, then glanced around. Helen, her beloved ambulance, was sitting a short ways off. It was pretty heavily stocked - Riot had managed to raid a storehouse a few days ago, and hadn’t had much to eat or drink since then.
Convinced she was safe, she returned to the fire. “Where are you headed? Not like us to wander far without better transportation.” The girl was on foot. How far had she walked? Why didn’t she have a motorcycle, or better, a car? It wasn’t unheard of, but it certainly was unusual. Ah well, the other Killjoys didn’t call her Mama for nothing. She could feed, shelter, and move this zone-runner as much as she needed to. That was her old job, before the Fabulous Killjoys. She ran shelters, helped people, nursed them until they could get back on their feet. She could start again.
Zone 5: Don’t Look Back
accioceruleanromanceatthedisco:
electricriot:
It was twilight, and Electric Riot was tending a fire.
The showdown (if one could call it that) with the Exterminator formerly known as Heartbreak Hustler had been weeks ago. Fairly uneventful, really - a few words, a couple of shots, and the crunch of tires on desert sand as she sped away. So why was it still replaying behind her eyelids every time she tried to sleep?
“There’s nothing to fear from BLI, Sarah. Mom and Dad are here.”
She shook her head, but the voice of her brother - still haunting and high-pitched - remained.
“They’ll find a way to make you feel all better, just like me.”
“No. Not again, Max.”
And then she had shot him. In the chest, then in the head. Once she was sure it was done, she ran for the car and left. She repeated her last words to her brother as she poked at a white folder in the fire pit. “Not again, Max.” With a careful smile, she watched as the BLI logo on the file’s front melted into ash.
Cerulean Dynamo was, for the lack of a better word, wandering. She’d lost the hut she’d been staying in to a couple of Exterminators. She didn’t, couldn’t deal with them, so as soon as she saw and heard the custom black car coming, she grabbed what she could, including the motorbike she’d gotten off of a Draculoid a few zones ago and still had some power left- just enough to get as far as possible as fast as possible. And then she dumped the bike and kept walking, cursing her luck that she’d only had a bottle of water. It wasn’t much, wasn’t all that she needed, and knowing her luck, she’d probably use it up within the hour and die from starvation and dehydration before anything else got to her.
It was twilight, and she saw a fire in the distance. No draculoid would’ve been stupid enough, even with their melted and altered memories and acting, to make a fire. They’d probably catch fire to themselves first. And she was going to use that fact as a chance to hope bigger, hand close to her raygun but still approaching carefully, hoping, reallyreally hoping that it was a killjoy making that fire, not anyone from BLI. Or one of those ambushers and thieves who’d been getting more and more common as times got more desperate.
Almost everything from the folder had been burned. It was almost all ash: the photographs; the reconnaissance reports; the list of their crimes. The only thing left was the tab at the top, with Hustler’s alias and real name on it, and Riot sat back on her heels and watched it burn. It was over. It was really over. The last ghost had been excised from her past - the Fabulous Killjoys had long since moved on, and Hustler was the only thing left. And he was gone.
Sand crunched behind Riot and a little to her left, and she sat completely still, holding her breath. Waiting. The slow steps were definitely not that of an Exterminator; they didn’t like getting close to begin with, and when they did, they ran. Cowards. No, this was different. She waited a few moments, and when the steps got closer she sprang up, blaster in hand. She wouldn’t shoot yet, she just wanted to know who was coming. When it was a Killjoy, she lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly. “Killjoy?” she called, just to be sure. She’d had enough of a scare last time.
Zone 5: Don’t Look Back
It was twilight, and Electric Riot was tending a fire.
The showdown (if one could call it that) with the Exterminator formerly known as Heartbreak Hustler had been weeks ago. Fairly uneventful, really - a few words, a couple of shots, and the crunch of tires on desert sand as she sped away. So why was it still replaying behind her eyelids every time she tried to sleep?
“There’s nothing to fear from BLI, Sarah. Mom and Dad are here.”
She shook her head, but the voice of her brother - still haunting and high-pitched - remained.
“They’ll find a way to make you feel all better, just like me.”
“No. Not again, Max.”
And then she had shot him. In the chest, then in the head. Once she was sure it was done, she ran for the car and left. She repeated her last words to her brother as she poked at a white folder in the fire pit. “Not again, Max.” With a careful smile, she watched as the BLI logo on the file’s front melted into ash.
Enough. Enough already. I can’t handle the static.
It was better when the transmitter picked up a rogue call every now and again, but now- !!!
The Zones are silent.
I need someone. Anyone. I need to be reminded that Killjoys still exist.
Firefly? Cellophane? Anyone? Do people still answer transmissions these days? Are you still out there, or did the shitbots finally get you, too?
I need to stock up somewhere, and I need company. Please, respond, anyone. I’ll send my location in the next transmission, if the channel’s clear.
I hope to hear from you.
