Kai Parker

[bonjovisbitch]

Welcome to the basement of @youweremythtaken. This is a canon and selective side-blog for Kai Parker. Gemini coven reject, certified sociopath, and your favourite bad decision. Same rules apply here as the main. The 1994 prison world gets incredibly boring and honestly, I'm sick of eating pork rinds alone. Come poke the resident monster, I promise he bites but he likes the attention. Drop an ask or a starter and let's go ruin someone's day.

[thatslayer]

Faith's got that look on her face. One she's sure this asshat has seen a billion times on a billion different faces in his life - that look that says she's got real mixed feelings about lettin' that scribble-ass nightmare fully eat him. The crackle's still there. Faint, now. Moving away, but she knows damn well not to trust that.

"Escape plan? Yo-" She mouths the words back at him like she's genuinely offended he asked. "Not dying. Been workin' out pretty okay for me." Dude's got a mouth on him. He's got jokes, and in this place that's kind of impressive, but he also has one of those personalities you wish you could physically slap the hell out of and make a dent.

This guy's weird. Not for the universe, but for her world, he's weird. And, honestly? That's the least weird thing about him - Faith comes across a fair few interdimensional lost-ass bitches in this liminal nightmare, she's so used to this by now that it barely fazes her. He looks, sounds, and dresses like he escaped from a universe entirely comprised of the show, "Jackass", though - interesting.

"Here's the thing… Inky doesn't sleep, okay? Doesn't stop. Sure as hell eats, though, and you running around, screaming your damn head off? You're gonna look like a Snackwell to this bitch. Shut. Up." Faith glances back around the corner and slowly eases out of her crouch. She doesn't look back at him, just mumbles, "C'mon…" under her breath, keeping to the wall, back nearly flush, moving slowly with the kind of muscle tension that says she's ready to sprint if she needs to.

[bonjovisbitch]

Kai keeps his hands raised in that mock surrender, watching her facial expression with an amused, completely detached analytical eye. He knows that look. It’s the classic should I let you die or do my civic duty internal crisis. Honestly, he gives her props for considering the monster option - it's what he would do.

When she points out his lack of volume control, his smirk returns, entirely unabashed. He watches her slowly ease up from the crouch, his eyes tracking the fluid, lethal grace of her movements. Definitely a fighter. He stays low for a fraction of a second longer, letting her take the lead because, hey, if Inky comes back, she’s the one with the reflexes.

He slips out of the crouch, keeping his back nearly flush against the hideous yellow wallpaper just like her. He mimics her slow, tense glide down the corridor, though he manages to make even a stealth-crawl look incredibly casual. Leaning slightly toward her shoulder, he lets out a breathy, barely audible whisper, "A Snackwell? Wow. Throwback. And for the record, I wasn't screaming, I was vocalizing." Kai flexes his fingers against his thighs, glancing over her head at the endless, soul-crushing maze ahead of them. His eyes gleam with casual curiosity. "So, what's the actual destination here, boss? Because if the plan is just walk until our knees give out, I'm giving this dimension a one-star review."

A sudden, blood-curdling shriek rips through the drywall from a few corridors over. The unmistakable, desperate death scream of a woman completely out of options. The sound echoes violently, bouncing off the yellow walls before cutting out into a sickening, abrupt silence. Kai doesn't even flinch. Instead, he leans a little closer to the back of her head, his face lighting up with a terrifyingly bright, completely inappropriate grin. He gestures vaguely over her shoulder toward the fresh murder scene with a polite nod of his head. "Well, listen to that. Sounds like Inky found himself a starter course," he whispers right into her ear, totally unbothered by the horror of it all as he taps his knuckles lightly against the wallpaper beside her arm. "Which means it is officially our cue to exit stage left. After you, Captain."

[thatslayer]

She heard him way before she ever saw him. So fucking loud he might as well be screaming, and there's nothing that Thing likes more than loud.

Faith's light on her feet as a general rule, but here what the gang's unlovingly dubbed, 'The Backrooms'? She knows better than to land an audible footfall. Been in and out of this dimension about fifty times, now. Spent two weeks back here, once. Scouting the place with Oz, trying to map the rooms. Where they go, which ones change. Mostly, they spent the weeks running, hiding, trying to survive. She's learned to be quiet.

She keeps up with Loud Ass. One hall over, mirroring his movements, keeping at a dead bolt as the Thing follows him in the next corridor. She can hear it - that's the thing, it doesn't make a sound but if you're used to it, you can hear it. Freaked her out at first. It's like… energy. A crackle, but it's soft, frenzied. When she's got enough of a lead, she turns a corner and dashes down a hall, looking to stop this idiot, but he must have no awareness of his surroundings because he barrels right into her. Immediately the dude starts yapping, and Faith's hand darts out to shut him up. She literally takes his jaw in her hand, palm covering his mouth, and growls out a whisper, "Shhh!" She doesn't let go, uses her hold on him to drag him to the side, out of the Thing's path, and down a hall as far as it'll go. There's another turn, and she wrestles them both to a crouch at the edge of the wall so she can keep an eye out. Under her breath, "You tryin'a get us both killed?"

[bonjovisbitch]

Kai’s eyes widen, completely offended, as her hand clamps over his mouth like a vice. Seriously? What is it with girls violently manhandling him the second he says hello? He tries to mumble something incredibly witty against her palm, but she’s already dragging him backward down the hall with a level of freakish strength that instantly sets off his internal radar. He doesn't fight it. He's a sociopath, not an idiot, and right now she's a shield, but his eyes roll back dramatically as they move. Great. Super strength. Not a witch. Fan-freaking-tastic.

The second she shoves him down into a crouch and her fingers loosen, he jerks his jaw away with a dramatic roll of his eyes. He rubs his chin, leaning in close to drop his voice to a sharp, highly theatrical whisper. "Okay, first of all? Boundaries." He peeks over her shoulder toward the corner, ears straining for the sound of scraping wire, his usual smug grin twitching just a little bit at the corners. He turns his full attention back to her, holding his hands up in a casual, mock surrender. "Second of all, great, muscles. Love that for us. You threw me out of the way, so I guess that makes you team captain. What's the escape plan? Because it'd be a real tragedy if something ugly ate this face."