They always say truth will find a way

[hesakillerqueen.livejournal.com]

WHO: Grell Sutcliffe, Megan Gwynn, Lorna Dane, Jonothon Starsmore, and Robyn Slinger
WHERE: A warehouse...somewhere. IMAGINATION, GUYS.
WHEN: Monday, backdated to...alskfj somewhere around sixish?
WARNINGS: Attempted murder, Grell, Grell getting his face beaten in, Grell bitching, violence, etc. etc.
SUMMARY: Grell's coup d' grace isn't quite as...majestic as he though it'd be. A failed attack on Pixie, defeat by Lorna Dane, and subsequent arrest.
FORMAT: Para, probably.



Grell had spent his time (his entire day, really) allowing Megan to drag him around shopping for clothes, not because he wanted to get clothing, but because he'd made a decision earlier the night before. These whores, they weren't good prey - they weren't worthy of his scythe, not really. They didn't mean anything but another news broadcast and another corpse in an alley. No effect on him, no skin off his teeth.

It's why he needed more...important prey. Something that would not only put up a fight, but shake the community, force it to panic. Plus, it always meant more when he actually liked the person he was about to immolate, so another plus there!

"M-Megan," he began in a shaky tone, ignoring the not unpleasant way his heart sped up when he began to speak the words, "there's really something I'd like you to see. If, ah, if you'd like to, of course."

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[soultospare.livejournal.com]

What day it is... what day it is... "Monday?" she guessed hopefully, but really could have cared less. "I went shopping..."

The officer was reaching for her head, so Megan squirmed a bit and weakly tried to push her hands away, "My head hurts," she explained. Hadn't she said that already? "My mum. I want to call my mum. I want to go home."

Wait, was her mum there already? She couldn't see her.

Without thinking much of it, Megan leaned forward and let the weight of her upper body rest against the police woman, even allowing her to bandage her head if necessary. The fight wasn't worth it, and she was so sleepy...

[jonocalypse.livejournal.com]

"Right." Jono secured Grell into the back seat, metal and all. Someone with super-strength or something at the jail was going to have to get the wanker out of that mess. Although Jono had half a mind to take Grell to the psychiatric ward, what with the lady bit. And the fact he was a crazed murderer, that too. "Be a good girl and sit tight, then."

He shut the door, aware of the vigilant Hueys, and made his way back to Slinger and the girl - Megan, he reminded himself. She didn't look so good.

"Hey, stay awake there," Jono brought the foil shock blanket out of the first aid kit and wrapped it around Megan's shoulders, since Slinger had her hands full.

"The ambulance should be here any minute," he said, not sure who he was reassuring.