http://needs-release.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] needs-release.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-05 02:29 am

The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

Characters: Samuel Henderson, OPEN
Location: Corridor outside the Obs Deck, a bit out of the way
Time: Immediately following the explanation of the current state of affairs re: the Ohm, worlds, and whatnot.
Summary: Sam loses it. And nearly himself in the process.
Warnings: Definite blood warning, and anyone that tags may be attacked. Poke me on AIM (girlnamedlance) or via OOC comment if you want to work out something specific. Generally, I'm open to anything, I just don't want any kind of long lasting damage. And I'd like a little chaos to ensue before Spike, Leon, or anyone subdues him. And if he ends up in the brig awhile, I totally understand. Lastly, multiple threads are a-okay. 8D


It would be easier to let go. Give up. Let the beast that slept inside him take hold and exact its revenge for the deaths of his friends and family. But no. It wasn't these peoples' fault. They were all gone. His brother, Jared. His beloved wife, Angelina. His mentor, Dr. Crawford. Lord Ruthwen himself. That a man that had survived so much could be dead just didn't seem real. That the single oldest corporeal entity on Earth was gone...

He ran from the Observation Deck, and blindly made a few turns until the dull noisome drone of the new arrivals faded to nothing. All of his medicinal poise was gone, in its place, was pain he'd long thought he would never have to feel. He'd foolishly grown complacent. He pressed his back against the wall, but his legs shook. His fingers lengthened, grew more bestial. A ring of blood formed and dripped down his fingers as his expanding flesh struggled to overcome the constricting wedding band. His nails became claws, razor sharp and predatory. His eyes were a deep blood red, and the whites bloodshot, giving him a maddened appearance.

How could someone like him be the only one left? How was he supposed to be some kind of chosen when he could fill a page with names of people that would be better suited to this task than himself. It was all a joke. He didn't have the strength to do this, in any sense. That their blood had been spilt for some unknown purpose...

Blood. He could smell it. His own, but even just that was enough. He breathed heavily, his jaw slack, as his fangs grew longer. The drone of voices grew louder in his ear, as his senses elevated. They would have no idea what had hit them before they were dead.

--No! Sam struggled against the bloodlust. Suddenly, he felt as though it had been far too long since he'd last fed. He folded his arms, as though he were physically restraining the reaction inside of him. He clenched his upper arms with his claws, piercing straight through to his skin. The thicker scent of blood in the air only made things worse. He screamed as he fought to regain control. If he hurt anyone he would never forgive himself. If he took anyone's life, he had only his own to offer in reparation.

[identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hungry?" Uhura blinked and inched away. He ate people? Great. That was a hell of a situation to find herself in. "I think," she said, keeping her voice level as she took a moment to lean into the opposite wall after scooting herself over there, "this day is getting just a little bit more odd the further I get into it."

Her expression said self control?! and what the hell? all rolled up into one.
bigbad: injuries ([Impudent] blood)

[personal profile] bigbad 2010-04-06 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are not going near him, he doesn't need medical attention." Spike told Aine. "Look, you take care of the lady, then see if there's any blood around here that's not in anyone's body. Pigs if you can find it, but any'll do. Bring a lot. I'm hungry too."

"And you," he said, looking at Sam. "You're gonna stay right here and not make a move at any of the humans."

[identity profile] whitefireshot.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Aine looked between the two 'men' a moment, although she was now working under the their neither was human. Based mostly on the claws on the one and the words on the other. Still, Spike was not harming anyone whatever he was, so for only the one with the claws seemed to be a concern, "I'm sure they have medical supplies with blood somewhere here..."

Just as casually as she spoke of blood for the two monsters, she aimed her gun and fired it at the injured woman's gut. The wound didn't seem deep, so a single blast of healing light should do the trick. It didn't need much focus or much thought, and a sitting target was much easier to hit than a moving one. "Damned if I know where the supplies are though, either of you know?"

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I may be able to assist."

Danger was fully to be expected in the situation they all found themselves, but Spock had been hoping Uhura would be able to keep herself out of trouble for at least a few days. Clearly that wasn't to be.

The half-Vulcan had responded immediately upon hearing her broadcast over the communication device, and he just as quickly surveyed the scene upon his arrival. A slight tightening around his mouth was his only outward reaction as he kneeled next to the Lieutenant, then glanced at the person who seemed to display some medical knowledge.

"I trust it will be safe to move her at this time to the medical bay? I am familiar with its location."

((OOC: If this isn't kosher, just let me know.))

[identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhura wasn't sure if she wanted to grimace or sigh in relief as whatever it was that Aine had shot her with closed her wounds. It took her a half moment to realize Spock was there, once she'd finished absorbing the words flying back and forth. Her eyes found his and she managed a wordless 'I'm fine' conveyed by a single expression alone.

"What about the mess hall?" she managed a moment later. Her fingers had closed around Spock's wrist as if to keep her grounded. "I'm guessing it would have all sorts of food for many different types of people. If blood is what you need to survive, my guess is that it would be there."
bigbad: injuries ([Smoking] Attitude)

[personal profile] bigbad 2010-04-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike nodded, glancing over at the group. "That'd do. Healer girl, you go fetch some. Pointy ears, bring the lady to the medical bay. I'll stay here and babysit."

He strode forward and crouched in front of Sam. "And you have got to stop whining. You screwed up, and if you'd hurt her worse, I'd have killed you. But you didn't, so man up and brood in silence."

[identity profile] whitefireshot.livejournal.com 2010-04-07 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Aine moved her eyes between everyone in the corridor, the ears on the newest arrival drawing her gaze for a moment, "Medical Bay, I was meaning to find it later." She walked up to Spock, "You will lead us, and assist her if she cannot walk." Aine's tone was far more commanding than earlier. She doubted the second would be an issue, her Soul was flawless and that wound was hardly a challenge to treat.

The only reason the Medical Bay was important was to make sure her physiology could handle the magic for whatever reason, and to see what was there for her to work with. She turned to Spike, "You two could see if the Mess hall has something that suits your... needs. In case there isn't any blood stores for whatever reason in Medical."