queenofheartsrp | 5th: She sang slaughter and danced death [dream]

[Gavril's hazy dream opens to a scene of the stitched zombie laying naked upon an examining table, a shadowy figure in a lab coat stands over her. Gavril herself is in terrible shape, some of her limbs seem to be falling off and several parts of her body are covered in massive gashes and wounds that ooze blood upon the rest of her corpse-like form. The man standing over her wears an expression of frustration as he slowly but surely repairs Gavril's wounds and cleans her body covered body. Gavril, on the other hand, wears an expression of joy. As if the act that lead to the present scene was a source of fun for the zombie-thief.]

"Gavril! You know if you keep up this pace your entire body is going to fall apart."

"Eh, whatever, old man. You get mad every time a rip apart a few random human beings or take a shotgun to the face..."

"What are you going to do when I'm gone? I may be your father but I can't take care of you forever..."

"Well fuck, I knew that. After your gone and I get outta here, I plan on doing something with this parody of a life you gave me. Maybe start a gang or something."

"Ugh, Gavril... I didn't give you life so you could be a common criminal. You need to be more like your sisters."

"Me be like Fran? You gotta be fucking kidding me. That stupid bitch follows your every word like it was sacred or something. I'm not your bitch, I'll do what I want."

"I can't stop you... Well, anyway, the repairs are done. Go and try to play nice for once, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll try, old man..."

[Gavril, now complete once more, jumps to her feet and fades into the darkness.]

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[Go out and play nice... That was never really an option for her, and maybe that's why she's sitting inside a rusted cage somewhere out in the darkness. Suspended in empty space, her legs hang in empty air, a hand slipped limply through the bars. There's no door, no lock, and she expects this is where she will stay.]

[Gavril,out of curiosity, approaches the caged girl. It was rare for the Doctor to keep an experiment in such shabby conditions, which made the situation that much stranger.]

Hey, what are you doin in the lab?

[She doesn't move at first, but she does eventually lift her head lethargically, turning to look at the other without any real sense of recognition.]

Lab? [She looks around herself slowly. Why would she be in a lab? They didn't need to do tests on her, they needed to shoot her in the head.] I don't know...

Eh, just get out of that cage already. The old man has enough corpses to play with as is.

[Gavril offers her hand.]

[Zinc stares at her quietly for a moment, but her eyes turn to the cage. There was no door, but... She has been a corpse for quite some time, wasted away to skin and bones in starvation. Perhaps she could squeeze out between the bars.]

...I shouldn't, maybe.

[She was there for a reason, wasn't she?]

[Gavril shrugs.]

Look, my dear ol' dad ain't gonna notice one little experiment missing. If you not gonna break yourself out I'll do it for ya.

[She bends the bars just enough to let Zinc out.]

[She still hesitates but... she finally turns, lifting her legs to slip through the gap Gavril has made. She might have been able to bend the bars herself, but wouldn't that have made her captor angry?]

You're very strong after all...

'Course I am! This body was made to be as strong and durable as possible. Doc kinda did a halfassed job though. I'm sure I'll die pretty damn soon.

[Zinc gives her a curious look as she hops down next to her. It isn't a long drop, otherwise she never would have done it.]

It can't be fixed?

Only temporarily, my body take more energy to keep going then a living being really should. That means I'll fall apart eventually from wear and tear.

It doesn't bother you?

Not really, I just live as hard and fast as I can. If I'm not going to have a long life; I may as well have a fun one.

Ok.

[She nods. Hell, as long as Gavril is okay with it, Zinc's got no complaints. God, she wishes that she would just fall apart and die quickly.]

Where were you going?

[The doctor was done with her, wasn't he?]

5th: She sang slaughter and danced death [dream]

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