39th Sphere

[got_blitzed]

[Jecht awakens fully dressed in a tuxedo on a red heart-shaped bed.  For some reason, he's holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand.  He doesn't remember going to bed in a place like this, and he hasn't been drunk since that night he pitched a fit at the post office for taking Garnet's arm.  Sitting up and grumbling, he glances around the room, only to find he's not alone.]

"...All right, what the fuck.  Who the hell are you supposed to be?  This your idea of a joke?  'Cause it ain't funny."

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[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you and everyone else in this town.

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

I presume that I am before its time. There are many new [hiccup] ...

[sigh]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Different world seems to be the problem there."

[Glances at the alcohol in her hand.]

"Might wanna slow it down there."

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

Slow... [slow isn't stop. That's acceptable. She nods, forgetting what he just said about different worlds.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Nods and heads on over to watch TV again.]

"Damn, this place is boring."

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

You could go to sleep, if you're so bored.

[hic] ...

Wouldn't that be nice...

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, guess a nap couldn't hurt."

[Props up his pillow and relaxes, hands behind his heads. After a little while, he drifts off to sleep.]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[she drinks slowly and silently for quite a while, but eventually, she looks over to Jecht's sleeping form.

And the little voice in her head said, "this is your chance. Kill him! Kill him and eat it all! Just drinking isn't good enough!"

So she carefully stands up, wobbling with the bottle in her hand and looking around blearily for a weapon. The silverware, perhaps? Or maybe... she looks down at the bottle and considers smashing it.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[SNORING]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[he might wake up if she smashes the bottle... so instead she picks up the silverware, staggering over. She lets out a giggle without even noticing.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Jecht is a pretty sound sleeper, so he doesn't notice either.]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[She's so close.

She licks her lips, peering down at him. Where... her muddled thoughts search for a weak spot to shove the knife and fork in. But it doesn't take long to make up her mind. She's impatient.

So she plunges them both into his throat, as hard as she can, then starts giggling like a drunken idiot.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[That definitely wakes Jecht up. He yells out in pain, covering his neck wound with one hand and balling the other into a fist to swing at Conchita's face.]

"Ow! What the fucking shit?"

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[she lets out a muffled shriek of pain, but even still, stabs out clumsily, she wants his eye or anything, it can't end like this!]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Jecht grabs Conchita's arm as she stabs, using the momentum to hurl her into the far wall. Normally he'd finish the job, but there's the matter of his gaping neck wound to consider, so he stumbles over to the table to try to staunch the bleeding with a napkin.]

1/2

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

Uuuugh!

[She hit the wall hard, but sat back up quickly, with a crazed and ravenous look. She shakily tries to get up, wants to get to her bottle, new weapon!

...But she can't move. And she feels really, really sick after that throw.]

-hurk!!

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[she turns and slumps over, spewing chunks all over the floor.

WORST. DATE. EVER.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Jecht's now got a napkin held tightly over his wound, but he's still losing blood quickly as it soaks through. But that doesn't stop him from stumbling back over to where Conchita is lying on the floor and kicking her as hard as he can in the back.]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[OH GREAT NOW SHE HAS A FACEFUL OF PUKE. THANKS A LOT ASSHOLE. Conchita sputters, unable to do much else in response. Her head is spinning.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[And have a dizzy-from-blood-loss Jecht collapsing on top of you, you horrible cannibal, you.]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[oof, that's heavy. She's having to pant heavily to breathe, and her face is completely flushed between the smears of vomit. Whining, she tries to wiggle out from under him. She can't tell if he's dead yet, but he will be- she can smell the blood. Yes, yes, keep going! You can still eat him! He will pay for this!]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[Jecht is too weak to really fight back much at this point, but he'll still flail around and try to toss her off as best he can. Unfortunately, though, unless Conchita herself is able to administer some sort of first aid, Jecht will be dead relatively soon.]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[Why would she? Once she is thrown off, she sits a bit away, panting, dizzy, and watching intently. Just hurry up and die... she thinks as she wipes off her face.

Once he's dead, she'll do exactly as planned. And she'll feel fucking great about it the entire time she's eating him. And she'll ignore the guilt over how well the night had started off. The devil made her do it. She's certainly not to blame.]

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[tastes like rage and seawater]

[ate-it-all.livejournal.com]

[HNNNGH THAT'S CRAZY DELICIOUS]

[been a while since she tasted rage!]