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[OOC: cut for blood/death/self-harm/TRIGGERFIESTA]

J-Jet. Jet. Jet sT. [Just his fingers pressed against the camera, because he's pretty sure he can still operate this thing. The camera gets his fingertips and a red smear from the blood coating his hands. Quick shallow breathing, voice gutty and thick as he tries to work this thing, get control of his hands--] Jesstar, I need--I need hhh--

[Help, needs help, he needs help. The camera is obscured by red, but the visuals shift behind the mask to a soundtrack of collision--hollow thunk against porcelain, shoes squeaking on wet tile, and a miserable yelp when he crashes to the floor. Help. He needs help. He goes to say so, but his breath is caught, voice stuck behind it and blood slipping around them both in a frantic hurry to leave his body.

[He's a little beyond help.]

[OOC: BOY'S DEAD, sliced up the back of his neck and shredded his left wrist in an attempt to get out a microchip that wasn't there. He started in the bathtub for cleanliness sake, but you'll find him on the floor by the sink. Ruined the area rug. Sorry.]

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[ When he hears his name, when he hears Party Poison's unmistakeable voice slurring on the communicators, his heart stops. His entire system stops, because not again, because he's not seeing, hearing, Party die again. It's a hallucination. Party wouldn't be that stupid, would he? He wouldn't...

Jet goes anyway. He crashes through the house, slams through the doors in an attempt to figure out where Party Poison is, no no no, he throws the bathroom door open, stands in the frame -

And there he is. And that's a lot more blood than it was the first time. ]

[There have been enough dead faces everywhere he looks that there's no way to tell if this is real or fake. When he hears Jet on the move, he knows it's not a drill.

It's automatic. Everything. Auto pilot switched on because he doesn't want to see this, he doesn't want it. Ghoul's up, out, and behind him in seconds. He can see the outline of Jet's skull but he blinks through it and claps his hands on his shoulders, shaking him.]

What do you need? What do we do? You can fix it? Fix him.

[ No. Nonononono. He can't. He can't. Kobra mad dashes across the down, banging through the front door and nearly busting the hinges in his haste.]

Party!

[ He crashes into the bathroom. ]

Guys?

[ His voice is small and lost. ]

[ No. No, okay, first, he has to handle his boys. Jet turns and blocks as much of the door as possible, tearing his eyes away from the blood. Stop, Ghoul, stop, Kobra, it's okay, don't look. His expression is carefully blank, carefully calm, and he reaches to push the two of them out of the bathroom, gently but firmly. ]

Ghoul. Little monster, I need you to look after Kobra for a second, can you do that for me? [ His voice is as calm as his face. A little strained, maybe. ] Don't look. Please don't look.

[ Come on, Ghoul, he's counting on you - and then he turns around and slips back into the bathroom to - to... there's just no way he could be alive, it's so much blood, but he can fix it, just give him five seconds, stay out of the bathroom and don't look. ]

Edited 2013-02-04 01:17 (UTC)

[Look after Kobra-- Fucking look after-- It's bad. It's worse than bad. Jet's talking down at him like he's as old as their Girl which means he's scared and he needs him to help and if Ghoul saw what was in there, he wouldn't be helping anything. Spaceman can't handle both. Jet can't fix everyone at once. Ghoul nods.]

Kid, c'mere. [He grabs Kobra around the waist, facing the opposite way and keeping his grip like a vice. He forces him back a few steps, towards the kitchen. Away from the door. Doesn't dare let go. He's not holding tight just to keep KK back.] Let him work.

[ Kobra doesn't put up any resistance to being led or pushed or herded. He stumbles along wherever they put him, but his eyes don't leave the bathroom door and he shakes in Ghoul's arms. ]

Ghoul. [ His voice cracks. ] Ghoul, he's okay, right? He's just--just high and scared from the drugs they're givin' us and--and--and there isn't that much blood, right? I didn't see, but there isn't too much, right? Lot--lotta blood in a person.

[ It takes a few minutes. Party is... well, he just isn't, anymore.

Jet doesn't really notice the blood after a while. It just... gets on everything. Into everything, on his hands and in his hair, somehow, and all over his clothes. His jacket, he hangs on the back of the door to avoid getting it dirty, but everything else... it's covered. He cleans Party up, wraps the wounds even though he doesn't really need to, and takes a moment to just stare.

He didn't even get to have a proper conversation with Party. The last thing he'd said to him was a scolding. Well intentioned scolding, but that meant shit, in the long run.

When he comes out, he's aware he's a grisly sight. But he moved Party out of the blood, and - and he's pale, but...

Jet moves straight to his boys and pulls them close, holding them tightly, hiding his face. He probably doesn't need to say the news. ]

[He can't answer him. He's quiet all those long minutes. Ghoul just holds Kobra tighter to keep himself from falling apart. This was hard enough the first time. Where do you go if you die in the what-comes-after? Where the hell is Party now?

Back with the Girl. Not dead on the floor. He's out in the sun and this isn't fucking happening again.

As soon as Jet's in orbit, Ghoul's arm goes around him, too. The three of them. They're still here. Still fighting. He's not letting go. If he lets go, someone's gonna get hurt. Someone's paying for this unholy bullshit, because like fuck was that Party's fault. He wouldn't fucking dare.]

Kobra... you just-- ...we got you, okay? We're right fuckin' here.

[ Kobra's brain hasn't even caught up yet. It can't, because that's Party in there. Party, who raised him and, yeah, sometimes he raised Party, too, a little. That's just what family does. Their family's grown, yeah. His boys here are family, too, but not suffering alone doesn't really take much of an edge off of the suffering.

It was easier before any of them had been here. It was easier when he'd thought they were all at home just driving around without him.

He lets out a sob without even realizing it.]

[ He's not here. And Jet can hope that he's somewhere safe, somewhere maybe with them, in another time or another place. He can only hope that Party is with his brother somewhere, and that those left behind, the three last members can survive the change. They'll have to. But it'll be hard. Jet's entire body tenses when Kobra sobs, and he bites his lip hard, ignoring the tumult of feelings in him for now.

Later, Jet Star. Later.

For now, he can have his arms around his boys. ] Shh, Kid. [ He says quietly. ] We have you. I have both of you. [ Let him just lead you guys to the couch and let you sit down so he can gather you up. Shh, shh, don't argue. ]

[Kobra, don't-- Fuck, Kobra...

Ghoul doesn't want to deal with this. He wants it to be another hallucination. Maybe they're all just fucking crazy. He wants to go in there and see Party. He wants to hold him and feel him and make sure that skin is cold and dead and there is nothing to be done. He wants to see for him self. Make sure. Stay with him. You crazy fuck!

But Party's dead. Jet and Kobra are alive. So Ghoul goes, lead to the couch, but not before putting his fist through the drywall. He sits and digs the heel of his hand into his eye. Be angry is so much easier. He doesn't say a fucking word.]

[ Shit, that looks satisfying. When Kobra's brain catches up to reality, he'll be breaking more than a few things. Now, though, he just needs Jet and Ghoul.

He folds up against Jet's side, clinging like a motherfucker, because it hurts so much, but he knows that they understand. They get it, too, and he loves them so fucking much. They've been through everything together, because nothing from Before counts anymore, anyway.

For most of the time that Kobra Kid has existed, he's had his Killjoys. ]

What do we do?

Ghoul. [ Jet says, sharper than he intends to - but the damage is done, and there's a hole in the wall, and Jet's expression gets even more tight. He takes a deep breath, counts to three.

It doesn't really help, but whatever.

He keeps one arm around Kobra when he folds. It hurts for all of them. It's the worst fucking thing. Kobra lost a brother, and so did Jet and Ghoul, and Jet understands the need to hurt something - distantly, maybe, but he understands it - but they can't. It doesn't help. Ghoul sits, and Jet reaches for him, hand going to rest on Ghoul's back, but - but the blood.

Hold it together. God dammit, hold it together. He wipes the blood off on his own shirt, precautionary, and then carefully rests his hand on Ghoul's arm, instead. ]

We can bury him. Or cremation. It's up to you, snakebite. [ Jet says, soft. ] It's okay. He'll be looked after. He'll be stardust.

[He's doing just fine, sitting tense and scowling and thinking about anything else. Until Kobra sounds so fucking lost and Jet starts talking about putting him in the ground and Ghoul can't stop the visions of Party clawing his way out of a pine box all covered in that red, red blood.

He finally gives in and sinks against Jet, too. The fuck would they be doing right now without Jet Star? It could be worse. You wouldn't think it could get worse than this, but it could be.]

Shoulda checked on 'im. Shoulda taken it seriously, shoulda been there. Shoulda stopped it...

Didn't have his back, where the fuck were we? [Dealing with their own shit instead of fighting it together. He'd been avoiding them so he didn't have to see those lifeless eyes. And he hadn't been fast enough the first time, either. Second chance. You blew it. Do not pass Go, do not collect that soul. You fucking lose. Game over.]

Edited 2013-02-04 17:25 (UTC)

[ Kobra just hunches down. Ghoul's right. He should have been here. He should have had Party's back. Oh, fuck, how could he have let his brother down like this? What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

That's when it hits him.]

Wait. Wait, there's all these people with magic and shit around. Maybe they can bring him back. We can ask them to bring him back. They can do it, right? I can ask Loki.

I had meant to keep an eye on him. [ Jet says quietly. Because he had. But Party had been okay, or it looked like it, and Jet had gone to take the paper to the Jesse kid, and...

And Kobra says they could bring him back. Jet looks at him, sharp. ] No. We're not meant to bring back things that are gone. [ It's not that it's unnatural, it's just - ] He'd come back wrong. You can't just bring something that complex back.

[ He almost sounds angry, which he's aware of, he just can't stop himself. He looks at Ghoul. ] This is nobody's fault.

No. No. That magical fuck stays out of this house. Don't fuckin' need his help, Kobra, you don't need it.

[Jet's right, of course. It wouldn't be right. But Ghoul also made a promise. Just because the asshole's dead, don't mean he's going back on it. Kobra's his responsibility now. He's gotta be harsh. Gotta make it clear.

He stands up, running a hand through his hair and resisting the urge to take everything apart. Everything he can get his hands on.]

Nobody's fault. [He echoes the words, but he doesn't believe them.] We gotta clean it up. We gotta do something. All we do here is sit and hide and no one ever does anything and we all wait to fuckin' die again! I'm not going out like that, Jet. Not gonna happen.

Well, what, then? Did I come back fuckin' wrong when I came back?

[ He shoves Jet's arm away and stands up. Fuckin' sympathy. Fuckin' fuck, he doesn't need this shit. He doesn't need it. ]

Did I? Did he? 'Cause I'd rather have him wrong than not at all.

Fuck this.

[ He turns and walks out of the house. Anyone who follows is getting hit and he's not pulling his punches today. ]

[ No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't want Party wrong. None of them would, not really. And Jet's going to reply to Ghoul, we can figure out what to do when we're not all seeing things, we need to stick together, but Kobra's leaving and Jet's torn between three different points, one still here, one running away, one soaked in blood. ] Kobra --

[ But he's gone. Jet stands up. ] Ghoul. [ His voice is a little sharp. He tries to soften it, but it's still strained. ] We are not making decisions without each other. Let me go after him, will you - [ And now, finally, maybe he chokes a little on his words. ] ... Will you look after Party? Will you be okay to do that?

[ Because if he is, Jet's going to go after Kobra. But it's okay if he isn't. Of course it's okay. ]

[He nods without meeting Jet's gaze. Of course he's okay to do that. What else would he rather be doing right now? What else can he do?]

On it. Go get him and smack some sense into that thick skull. [Before they lose him, too.] ... Sorry, Jet. [A quiet apology, but an apology nonetheless. Rare as fuck from Ghoul's end. He gives Jet a quick salute and heads for the bathroom to sit with what's left of Party Poison for as long as he possibly can.]

[ Kobra stalks aimlessly outside, kicking over full trash cans and punching whatever looks like it won't break his bones.

He's not paying attention and he's not trying to lose any tails he hasn't noticed, but he's moving quickly through the town, aimless and not at all in a straight line.]

[ The apology isn't needed, and he'll talk to Ghoul later, but for now, he needs to make sure Kobra isn't going to hurt himself. Too badly, anyway.

He follows Kobra briskly, but he doesn't call out for him or anything. He knows well enough to just let Kobra get it out - but he does want to be there, an emotional and physical punching bag, if Kobra needs it. ]

Go back to Ghoul.

[ His voice is harder than usual as he kicks over his own pink bicycle. ]

I mean it. I just wanna be alone right now.

I wasn't planning on bothering you, Kobra Kid. [ He says mildly. ] You can do what you need to do. I can be invisible.

Ghoul needs you. Just go back. Please.

No, I don't think I will.

[ He rounds on Jet. ] Why not? You think you're my fuckin' dad? My dad's dead, Jet. Everyone is dead. You know what else? We're all gonna die. You an' me and' Ghoul? We're gonna die bloody and painful, because if this place doesn't get us and Dracs don't get us, we're all going to grow tentacles and our insides are going to explode.

[ It's possible Kobra has no clue how cancer really works. ]

We're going to - what? [ O... kay, tentacles aside, Jet frowns. ] I assure you, I'm aware of death. I know that it is coming for us - I know that it already has. But until it does, we're going to live. Acting like a petulant teenager is not going to get anybody anywhere.

I just don't want you to severely hurt yourself.

Nothing severe. Yes, sir.

[ Petulant? Who's fuckin' petulant? ]

Anything else? Should I lay off the sex, too? Be less stupid? Party always wanted me to be less stupid.

Kobra Kid. [ Okay, Jet is done fucking around. His voice gets a little sharper. ] All I ask - all I ask for any of you - is to make decisions that won't ruin you, or our crew.

You know I don't care who you have sex with, Kobra, as long as it doesn't hurt you in the long run. And I'm sure Party feels the same way.

[ That's not what Party had said to Kobra, but whatever. Kobra's over it. His stupid brother thought he was stupid, too. So what? ]

Go back to Ghoul. I'll be fine.

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