( I know how it feels to be low, or need somebody. That's why I'll be here for those in need. :) )
Jack took an experimental swing at Ana, as he wanted to get a preview of hope she would defend herself. He purposely made it easy to dodge, and easy to come back from. "Come on! Fight back, would you?"
Oh no. She signed for help at her brother, ducking down and nearly slipping. Handing onto the counter, she pushed herself out to the side and landed on the floor, scrambling backwards towards the other kitchen wall.
"So you prefer to dodge, rather than attack? This'll be a blast for me." Jack cheered, as he took a step back. Launching himself off of the floor, he went at her again, with a little more force. He swung at Ana's right shoulder. It could have possibly sliced her arm, just a very small bit.
Letting out a squeal, Ana got her to her feet and jabbed at him with the knife she whipped out from behind her. She bent her knees and kept jabbing at the air between them, eyeing the hallway leading to the upstairs.
Jack was unable to follow Ana's eyes, focusing more on the knife that kept trying to stab at him. "Don't. You. Dare!" He exclaimed, as one of the woman's jabs actually hit him. A small trickle of blood came from his upper right leg. He became more rushed, moving closer to her as his swings became more violent, more targeted.
A scream caught in her throat and she let out a guttural whine. If she could make it upstairs, every room was lockable, and she could use the mirrors. She steeled herself and with one last daring swing at his face, she took off running into the hallway, the knife gripped tightly in her arm now throbbing with pain. She wasn't the fastest runner, however, and the hallway led off into 3 different rooms with the stairs at the far end.
( Sorry for the slow reply! Preparing for tests- )
Jack stumbled off of the floor as he attempted to follow her. He sped up as his feet continued to slap against the floor, his leg keeping him behind a little bit. "You're mine, girl. All mine!" He cried, with such a hungry expression. His eyes were filled with excitement, and rage. He wouldn't stop until her body was completely destroyed.
(You're not slow at all, take your time :) good luck on your tests!)
(Also my god this guy is psycho)
She ran and ran as fast as she could, finally grabbing onto the handrail and launching herself up the steps, taking them three at a time. In her fear, with no free hands, she stumbled. She landed on her hands and a shooting pain jolted through her injured arm, another intense ache plaguing her leg as her shin crashed down on a step below her. She let out a shrill cry, tears rising in her eyes, blurring the staircase as she painfully pushed herself upwards and limped up the few remaining steps.
( Thanks!!! I've never tried playing a killer, so it's a relief that you think so!! Ana's so precious, though. I can't help but feel bad for Jack's wanting to kill her lol. )
Jack noticed Ana's use of the rail, noticing it sped her up a lot more than her legs could on their own. He roughly grabbed it, and maneuvered the stairs quickly as he would be able to manage. "Don't you dare get away from me!" He sneered, lunging up the last few steps. He considered tossing one of his smaller knives at her, but didn't know how well it would do. He, with eyes glued shut, tossed one at moderate speed towards her.
Biting her tongue to hold in a scream, she dove to the floor and rolled to the side, seeing the knife whizz past right above her eyes. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the awful pain now spreading to her head, and raced to the nearest bedroom room still limping.
(Well let's keep the character dynamic separate then ^^)
( What I'm trying to do haha. "I can never let feelings intrude on my words of roleplay." )
Jack dragged himself to follow her, blinded by the rage of his beautiful mind. He was so intrigued by the other's will to fight, it made him almost proud of her. He bounced off of the walls, attempting to get in close range again. His final strike would be made here, he assumed that in his mind. It was the only thing that seemed clear enough to him.
(Exactly right)
Finally, after a painstaking minute, Ana threw her shoulder against bedroom door and tumbled into it, kicking the door closed and kicking it shut. She hoisted herself to her knees and locked it, leaning her back against it and sinking to the floor. When were the police going to get here? She didn’t know how long she could hold this guy off in her condition.
Her knife lay on the floor a few feet away, already thinly layered with blood from the gash in the man’s leg. A fresh surge of courage washed over her. She reached towards the bed for a blanket and, still sitting against the door, she tied it tightly around her shin in a kind of splint that would minimise the pain and help her move. As for her arm, the cut was shallow enough to ignore.
Jack lunged for the door, and aggressively went at the doorknob. The doorknow, despite Jack's amounts of pulling, would not give in. He yowled a few curses at it, and banged a fist on the door itself. It seemed to be too sturdy for him to break, by any means. He stubled back a few feet, and fell onto the wall. He slid his body down to the floor, and grit his teeth. "I… I know you'll let me in!" He shouted at Ana.
(Hiya sorry for taking so long!)
She wrinkled her nose and shook off the fear pawing at her heart. She knew there was a door leading into a bathroom a few feet away, and then a door to the hallway in the bathroom. If she could make it back into the hallway while the madman looked for her in this room, then maybe she could hide and hold him off. Maybe she could even manage to run back downstairs–she knew a few hiding spots that might hold him off a while.
If she stood up now, it might take him a while to try the door again, giving her some extra time.
( Don't worry, it's nothing at all! )
Jack got up, at that moment. "Woman, don't you hear anything that I say to you!?" He exclaimed, though he knew the answer to it. He stood up, shakily, and sighed to himself. He'd retreat, for now, and stalk for another day. Surely the next day would be a better day for him to target her. He, as he tried to re-approach the stairs, hobbled down.
She stood up and inched towards the bathroom door. She swiftly swung the door open and shut as she slid into the bathroom and locked the door, letting out a quiet hiss of pain. She then stacked two metal containers, the metal toothbrush cup and the metal soap tray right in the door, that would fall when he opened it. If she was still upstairs, she’d be able to feel the vibrations. Then she padded on to the main bedroom door that gave way to the hallway. There she stood for a few moments, heart thundering, hand on the doorknob. If she opened the door and he was still in the hall, she was screwed.
Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs, relaxing a little bit. Tensions seemed to be less intense if he was down here. He walked towards a different wall, and slid down it instead of continuing standing. He felt a lot calmer, maybe even serene. He looked down at his leg and shook his head. "Disgusting, I can't believe this happened." He scorned himself for the wound.
(So, hey. I'm so unbelievably sorry for dropping off the face of the earth like that, I really am. Are you still up for continuing this?)
(Hey! Hope you're doing okay, and that quarantine isn't too hard on you! I really hope you're alright and, although there is zero pressure to come back, I've been missing you! Once again, stay safe and healthy, and hopefully see you soon!)
