#brutalau

Was it by pure luck or design that Cheshire found herself free of the abandoned churchyard? It had been her homestead for the past half-a-year and now she found herself without guidance, without oppression but still within dire straits. Returning back to familiar ground, the ex-Scout found every bare footstep she took on the broken ground left behind tiny trickles of blood; Accumulated from open wounds which littered her bare legs, knee-length shorts being torn to shreds at the hem. The abrasions were mostly centered around two old-world restraints that locked around either ankle, broken chains that had been wrenched free half trailing in her wake.

These weren’t the only forms of physical restraint which she’d been placed under prior to her escape, a mouth guard made from hard black plastic covered her lower features; A crude spray of white fangs appliqued along the front as a call to the only moniker she knew.

Buildings came into view, the ache of something in her mind calling her there for reasons she hadn’t understood. Curling herself down to sit in a small secluded place, she squeezed her fingers within the confines of her locked sleeves to rest.

Suffering through another nightmare alone was never ideal, but having that assurance that the King was not far away was a far better outcome than laying in her small nest of a bed alone. Pushing through the door that parted the two rooms, Cheshire instantly felt something strange; Something was... Amiss. New. There was something NEW in this room.

Somewhere inside of the Medical offices, there had been chaos; A break-in that served no real purpose other than that of shelter in familiarity. A cot overturned among other various equipment, supplies spilled and scattered.

Blood was footprinted on the cool tile, like little markers of the intruder's whereabouts, confusion in each mark and numerous otherwise perfect outlines had been scored with something long and metallic.

Glass pooled in specific areas from the above headlights, the filaments creaking and fitzing in their desperate urge to stay alight. Popping every once and a while in their light. 

Beneath the desk of the Medic who occupied the space, sat the couched figure of the feral Brutal glaring out under the dark protection. Every now and again the pale slithers of her face were visible in the light, masked by a form-fitting spit-guard akin to those imprisoned in high security.

It was coated in the print of a Cheshire cat’s grin, sharp points stretching from one side to the other that with the blue of her eyes, shon in every desperate blink of light.

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Twisting the scarred flesh of her fingertips through the finger holes of her jacket, the ex-BLU quietly tugged on the very edge of the door’s frame that was the barrier between her and the Heavy. Never usually allowed to mingle with those other people strung up like butchers meat in the basement, Eli had grown too curious for her own good and stolen the keys from the Spy above.

It wasn’t going to be long before he found out, but for now, her tiny and slender fingers coiled around the edge of the door and eased it open, letting her body slip through with bare feet scattered in layers of cuts and bruises all the way up her legs until vanishing beneath ragged black shorts.

Somewhere, behind curtains of wild unruly jet hair were a pair of brilliantly blue eyes that stared at the Heavy as if he was a strange and usual specimen. Like she had never seen a man with so much mass before.

Whatever time he had taken from Cheshire would have been short and infrequent, after all, he couldn’t quite risk his favorite pet finding her way free now could he? Times were tough, and Mr. Todd needed another body to help him carve his mark in the world. He knew the Mistress wouldn’t be very happy with his attempts at recruitment, but what did she know… Sure, she had a bigger squad under her thumb than most but-- Off-track.

Scrubbing his toe into his dead cigarette end, the Spy pushed away from the awning outside of the crumbling church-yard, heading back inside to make sure his dinner preparations were ready for the oncoming guest. This Black Fox character had interesting potential, a small nudge on her scale could easily turn her to his side; To his whim.

Shivering with excitement, he carefully trailed his tongue against his sharpened canines whilst approaching the dinner table and the only seated guest at it. Elliot sat with arms and ankles strapped down heavily, her head lolling forward in the haze of sedatives which pumped through her system, barely able to comprehend her name let alone location; Just like the Jabberwocky enjoyed.

Approaching behind her, he soothed both hands through her hair, glancing at the clock.

((Did some Eli doodles to warm up before uni-work design, featuring some Brutal ideas.