as_damaged | ☤ twenty-seven

[He's come running out of the bedroom, but the sight of the axe breaking through his door is making him rethink that plan of action, fast. What the. Who the. Help?]

WE HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING IN HERE YOU WANT. WE'RE ARMED AND WE

WE.

[Those holes are starting to get bigger now.]

...Cameron?

[The shouting doesn't really faze her at first; Cameron is determined, and surprisingly handy with an axe. She's fairly certain they aren't armed, and the very voice denying they have anything she wants proves that they do.

However, once he catches sight of her through the splintering mess that used to be a perfectly serviceable door, she does pause to smile, with an unsettling sweetness.]

Hi.

[One hopes Chase has not stepped too close, because another swift WHACK at the door follows her greeting.]

[Wrong. Eden probably keeps firearms in her underwear drawer and the prospect of axe versus firearm isn't one he'd like to see played out. Luckily the smaller and more Irish of his roommates wouldn't shoot a friend.

Right?

And that smile... both adorable and disconcerting. Chase would be impressed if he wasn't trying to avoid splinters.]

...

[There is no standard greeting here. Let's just... try not to make her mad(der).]

Didn't want to knock?

[Speak of his Irish roommate, here she is, tearing out of her room with a very fucking big gun. There's the click of her loading it and turning it at the door.....for just a second]

Fuck.

[And she aims it purposely away from Cameron, and bam shoots]

Get the fuck away from the door!

[Yes, there is now another hole in the door]

[There's a bang as the axe hits the ground, as she jumps out of the way.]

That is so not necessary!

[She could still be seen scowling, if you looked at an angle. After all there isn't all that much door yet.]

Eden, let me in!!

[Angela did not like being ignored, especially by a certain somebody breaking down the door of another certain somebody. She quickly presses the last number of the emergency number and in a rare show of not being useless in a crisis, Angela kicks the axe away from Cameron's reach.

Sharp object gone, it's enough for Angela to twist a hand in Cameron's shirt and pull her away from the door.]

Damn right it's not necessary! Cameron, what is wrong with you? I thought we talked about this.

Eden.

[She might not be aiming directly at the door, but that doesn't stop Chase making a dive towards her before she can shift her position. He doesn't like guns. After seeing his boss shot at point-blank range he likes them even less, and directed anywhere near Cameron? No.

It should be noted that this is 90:10 on the instinct:bravery ratio. And that both of them will probably end up on the floor.]

Calm down.

[THUD Eden hits the floor]

Are you fuckin' insane? Didn' yer ma ever tell yeh not to jump a girl with a gun?

[Yes that last bit is pitched a little extra loudly]

[She twists and jerks, trying to get out of Angela's grasp.]

I got here first he's mine!

[Writhing and panting, it is probably obvious that someone is not in her right mind.]

[Well, that's okay, because neither is Angela. Pesky curse, this one.]

Oh, sweetie. You're insane, because Robert belongs to me. If you want sloppy seconds, go somewhere else.

[Poor, poor wombat. He's going to wish that bullet stopped one of them in their tracks. Either that or there was a wresting pit filled with Jello in the hallway, once Angela finishes getting riled up.]

[He'll wish many things once he manages to roll off Eden.]

Yeah, around the same time she warned me off shooting guys in Reno. Don't fire that in the apartment.

[Oh his knees, he looks back towards the door.]

What's going on out there?

[Okay, she's had enough of this]

Shut yehr bitchin'! He's mine and I-

[This is the sound of a small body hitting a larger one in a tackle]

've got him!

NOT FAIR!

[That utterly childish, mournful wail is accompanied by her managing to get free for the moment, and running back to the... okay, the half-door.]

I'll not fair your ass! Get out of my way!

[Angela curses at the fact Cameron has gotten away. Really, it's not supposed to be this hard to defend her property, but she gives it her all with a rough hipcheck to Cameron for a chance to peek into the apartment.]

What are you talking about, Eden? You can't even legally drink yet! Get off of him!

[The vista in the apartment is currently a tiny, tiny girl ably pinning down a struggling doctor.]

Eden, I've got to get the door open before they turn the axe on each other. I've seen them get close. Eden...

[And he stops struggling, looking heavenwards, if heaven weren't blocked by a whitewashed ceiling.]

Baby, please. Just let me check on them.

[There is silence for a minute]

Oy! Shut yehr yammerin'!

[Her eyes narrow tho]

I'll check on 'em. Yeh sit tight here.

[And she hauls herself up]

[She drives her shoulder into Angela's, trying to knock the other woman out of the way and take her place at the rough window. At this rate everyone's going to get splinters; well, as long as no one gets shot.]

I didn't just hear that, [she practically snarls.]

You better be talking to me, Robert, unless you don't want to walk straight for a week.

[Baby? Somebody's going to get hurt today and it might not be any of the women in this mess. Angela's pissed now, enough to slam her shoulder into the weakened door that falls over like a domino and right onto Eden, effectively knocking out one of her opponents in one shot.

Two bird, one stone.]

What's this baby bullshit?

I'm talking to... one of you.

[Whoever's nearest to the axe. Chase is really, really fond of walking straight. And still half sprawled on the floor when Eden goes down. That spurs some action.]

Christ.

[Lifting the door off her doesn't take Herculean strength, there's not much left to it. Surely this has to snap the others out of the frenzy?]

She's out cold. I need to get her on the couch.

To me I hope.

[It would really be best for his health, after all. Bursting in after Angela, she turns a glare on the other woman.]

What the hell did you do?

[As much as Eden represents a common enemy, sympathy is her natural reaction. Also-- as a calculating, cursed part of her mind is aware-- she'd rather be on Chase's side, since that puts Chase in her corner.]

[The look Angela throws to Cameron is the same one she'd give her if Cameron asked if the sky was blue.]

Got her out of my way. Wanna end up like her too?

[Even with her natural competitive streak, Angela is only this vicious when cursed from head to toe. Well, then and not too long ago with Cameron herself. Either way, in her normal state of mind, she would be horrified at what she's done. ]

Cut the concerned crap. You weren't concerned about her when you were playing Larry Lumberjack. [She turns to eye the only man in the room, kneeling over Eden.] Right, honey?

[Chase has several tells when he starts getting pissed off. A certain tightness across the shoulders, tension rendering the corners of his jaw into sharp angles. And he's not feeling particularly amused right now.

Yes, this is a curse, he's not taking it as a variant of anyone's standard behaviour, but until midnight rolls around he doesn't feel like pandering to petty violence. Gathering Eden up against himself, he ignores Angela and nods to the other doctor in the room.]

Can you help me support her head, please?

She was the one shooting at me. [This is accompanied by a little sneer, though her derision doesn't go any further than that. Because cursed or not she is a doctor. And Chase won't like her any more for letting Eden die. So she does as requested.

And shoots Chase a reserved, calculated, compassion-filled smile as soon as they get the girl settled on the sofa.]

Exactly. I'm not about to help somebody who tried to kill everybody just so she can take what doesn't belong to her.

[Later, if it ever becomes possible, Angela will not show her face to anybody out of shame for the longest time. Curses like these she hates. She already paid into forgiveness six times. This time will cost a lot more.

Watching them cart Eden off to the side, Angela rolls her eyes when Cameron pulls her off proper beside manner act. Oh, please.]

Now that she's safe, can you please tell Cameron you don't want her and that her act isn't working as well as she wants it to because you're already mine?

[And now she flashes her own saccharine sweet smile. Two can play this game.]

Thank you.

[The gratitude is half under his breath, Chase not wanting to give Angela an audible excuse to take a door to someone else. He's still checking Eden's vitals when his girlfriend pulls a move of her own, and this time he's got to look up and acknowledge it. At least it's not the first time this has been said aloud. With the way tonight's going, it may not be the last.]

I'm dating Angela. [He trots out obediently.] Maybe we could have cleared that up before either of you broke the door down? You nearly gave Peter a coronary.

[Peter. Riiight.]

☤ twenty-seven

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