I Don't Like The Drugs (Sauin)
Dear Diary,
It's day 3 of Dust Devil actually joining The Horrorshow. He's really really moody for someone able to jam 238 shards of glass into 39 people in less than 60 seconds spaced out across 17 homes and condos. When Silly Kate just starts flying past buildings stealing glass fragments from window panes it's then up to Double D for him to go to town putting out eyes, severing arteries and the like. You can't even see him once he gets going, it'd be terrifying if I could still feel terror.
Kinda hot, tho.
~~x
Observations: Day Six
Pretty Boy resists my other's comely charms, and my own offers of friendship. He's solely focused on helping Silicate be their best version of Shatterbird. He still refuses to kill and I fully expect Pretty will have to up his game or Negalodon will whinge about it.
The strange thing about this is Gorehound could have simply taken Pretty's entire body over and just used the Boy's powers up until it was a husk. They have done it before but I do believe the inklings of our leader's other lives may soften them. In the world of The Elite, softness is weakness, and must be exploited or snuffed out accordingly.
For now I feel trepidation in regards to the day I receive word to deal with Gorehound, artists are rarely appreciated during their lifetime, and our troupe is a master's paint brush and paint, hammer and chisel, clay and kiln, and other apt metaphors.
~~x
Captain's Log, Stardate: Kate Beckinsale
Dust Devil went above and beyond for us today. Somebody snitched to the PRT and several vans rolled up onto the Mansion we're playing house in. Sometimes you kinda forget true horror is the unknown, and when Double D volunteered to make them go away, he was gone for 2 whole minutes.
2 friggin minutes!
And the vans turned around, containment foam cuming out of broken windows. One was sparking away riding off on a couple of their rims. He somehow tore a door off the rear and a PRT guy was hanging out being dragged.
Tonight is my turn to watch him in the cellar. Maybe I can play with him for a lil bit or show em my Monster.
~~x
Observations: Day Twelve
Our resident Snow Lady, Summer has refused to take watch of our young intern. When the order was given to put a group together to ape the Slaughterhouse Nine for profit, Summer Gone was all on board, no questions asked. Yet the day our sponsor sent word we needed another rogue to fill our collective we were all shown a copy of the Youth Guard files on a Reymundo Alcaraz.
Absent, single mother. No father. Grandparents recently deceased. No other family or close friends to take him in. Utterly perfect to tap into his angst and misplaced rage, then his file was shared to us from a recent PRT system breach and he was a hero in training with a penchant for fire and young violent, vigilante vixens. We just had to have him.
Not just the royal 'we'.
Anyway, our contact in The Elite already set up Gorehound as the inside man, and now we have him and the means to control him. Drugs, a target for his rage, and the promise to see his jailbait; as Negalodon put it rather indelicately.
But Summer has refused to deal with our dear Boy. Curiouser and curiouser as she was the reason we were in Brockton Bay when the terrible water lizard attacked it.
~~x
Dream Journal: Entry from the Rear
They say you miss 100% of the shots ya don't take and it sucks to suck. He turned me down, again! I even offered him Sauin's mouth virginity but DeeDee doesn't play that game. He just wants his jailbirdy. No accounting for taste.
So I showed him my Monster.
From his reaction I don't think he's going to be our friend ever now. If Fare-thee-well hadn't shut off those big old electromagnets pinning him down in the cellar, The Monster could have done some real damage to Double D.
Right now I feel crazy out of it on account I keep fighting the pills Gorey Maim has us all on. It's not fair, we've been behaving all wrong since she hooked all of us on 'em but they keep saying we can stop taking them as soon as the job is done.
Gonna go see if Adore can hook me up with something itchy, tasty from her entourage before we have to flee to another base.
~~x
Observations: Days Eighteen and Nineteen
Word of the Nine has spread, communication with Brockton Bay is currently impossible, and we have been ordered to leave the area here in the West. During relocation Pretty Boy seemed confused as the last dosage of Adore's drug tapered off.
The Sponsor disbanded us shortly after, our payments all confirmed. Pretty was ready to rush off to the prison for his girl's early release. What he does not know is a couple of us are heading after the Boy, mostly out of boredom. We decided we will see him kill...
Or he will see her die.
~~x