7th Fight

[soulless_soldier]

On August 17, no one touched the milk at 457 Stone Street. As a result, Barton was the chosen one to be the murderous drone. She'll be giving her family and neighbors one hell of a time - she's a fearsome little fighter with her hatchet. It's easy to spot her as a drone at least. Normally stone-faced, quiet and dressed in boy's clothes, the cheerful young lady will be approaching you with a smile and wearing a dress.

She's also carrying an axe and is covered in blood. That might be the other clue.



As soon as the Milkman drops off his deliveries, Barton is there. She wants to grab and drink the milk before Toni has a chance to argue with her. Since not!dad has been busy hallucinating, she should be okay. Right there on the porch, Barton opens the bottle and knocks it back.

Not much longer later, family members will find Barton collapsed dead on the living room floor.

She's planning to do the same thing the next morning when she wakes up, today, Sunday the 21st. But will she make it before a household member does?

Comments

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

[Nope! Toni's blocking the front door.]

You may as well go back to bed.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton glares at her.]

Not a chance. I don't care about dying again so just let me do it.

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

Well, I do care. Just let me handle it, okay?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Look, I've died before. Not just here but back home. More than once. More than a few times. I can handle it.

[doofenstrudel]

((OOC: Is it considered rude to jump in on someone's thread like this? If so, I'll duck back out immediately. If not... RP!))

You've died more than a few times?!

[Not-dad was done hallucinating, and done being all freaked out about finding a dead Barton in the living room. He came around the corner, still in pajamas, looking reproachful.]

Then that is more than enough times. Let... one of us handle it.

[Please don't pick me, oh please don't pick me, I didn't like those first few times...]

not at all! do we need a post order?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

You've already gotten sick twice. Do you wanna start actin' all crazy again?

And that's a long story anyway. Point is, I can handle it so ya'll don't have to, okay?

Post orders are nice. After mine, we'll let Toni have a go and rotate from there?

[doofenstrudel]

No... not particularly... but you are my daughter! Even if you are not my daughter-daughter, that is, and...

[He looks uncomfortable. He's wrestling with something internally.]

What is wrong with me, ugh...

Sounds good to me!

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

[Toni sees that, but she's not going to budge either way.]

There's no discussion here. I'll do it.

*thumbs up*

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

You didn't go 'n' chop up the neighborhood though. I did, so I should have to. But the more we argue about this, the chances of that happenin' again get better.

I dunno. Maybe we should just play Rock-Paper-Scissors for it.

[doofenstrudel]

[Oh phew, it looks like it won't be him. Now if he can just keep quiet on the subject...]

Or flip a coin? You could flip a coin.

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

That was not your fault, it could have been any of us. It's what they want you to think,

[She has a feeling this could go on for a while, and sighs.] Okay, okay, we'll rock, paper, scissors for it.

WHO WANTS TO WIN? How about Toni gets her turn?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton simple sticks her fist out in front of her.] On the count of three, throw. 1, 2.... 3. [Barton throws rock.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Doof is pointedly not getting his hands anywhere NEAR this rock-paper-scissors game, no sir.

In fact, he's sloooowly shuffling back out of the room.]

OK LET'S DO THIS

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

[Challenge accepted. On the count of three, Toni throws paper.]

There. Are we done now?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton huffs, annoyed. But she nods her head.] Alright, fine.

[doofenstrudel]

[Phew, matter settled. Except for the actual milk drinking.]

I can... get some antacids and antihistamines ready in advance?

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

I don't know if they'll make any difference, but I guess we'll find out in a minute.

[Time to chug some milk! She forces it back as fast as she can so she won't have to taste whatever's floating in it. Fortunately, there aren't any spiders or razor blades. Unfortunately...]

I... I can smell colors.

[It's ~special milk~]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Shit. Now she's crazy too. [But not dead or dying. That's a plus.]

Um. Toni. You should probably go lay down or something.

[doofenstrudel]

No no, she's not crazy, she's just hallucinating.

[Oh, this was a fun sort of turnabout. He reversed his retreat, slowly stepping towards Toni.]

Yes. It would be best for you to stay inside, today. To lie down, and try to let it pass.