OPEN • take a whole or a part of me

[martyric]

CHARACTERS: elena gilbert + everyone and anyone!!
WHERE: utilities hangar / kitchen / beyond
WHEN: vague handflapping all the time
SUMMARY: come witness elena as she performs such remarkable feats as terribly attempting her own first aid, accidentally freezing her lunch, and other such tragic adventures | symbiote abilities & permissions for reference, closed and open options
WARNINGS: ehhhh probably nothing / mentions of vamp biting if that's a thing that troubles people???


( i ) TAKE A BITE OF MY HEART TONIGHT ( closed | sam )

( the thing is, she's not going to complain to Damon.

partly this is because of stubbornness, of course. there had been an insinuation that she couldn't handle this and there's nothing that can get Elena's hackles raised quite like that. it's not just her pride though, thankfully. regardless of her complicated feelings surrounding the man (vampire, whatever) she does genuinely believe that he has no vested interest in hurting her. if she comes whining and huffing about the bite wounds that are par for the course of being bitten, it's only a matter of time before he comes to the conclusion that she's not cut out for this. potentially leading to problems with feeding, potentially leading to random innocents being attacked, et cetera et cetera et cetera. so she's not just being obnoxious when she refuses to see Damon about the problem - she's being obnoxious with the good of the hive at heart or something.

the problem in question is her wrist. the bleeding had stemmed quite easily when bitten earlier, but clearly her movements or a knock or something has opened it up again. the wound is nothing dramatic or life threatening, of course. given enough time it would probably close up again of its own accord, but honestly Elena doesn't much feel like drip dripping her way around the station until then, and her clothing choices are far too limited to dedicate a shirt to stemming the flow. besides, there has to be a first aid kit around here somewhere, right?

after some consideration the utilities department seems like the best bet, and Elena is so thankful that she'd spent the first few days in the station painstakingly sticking her nose into every nook and cranny. it's not exactly easy to find, she's still fresh off the bot and navigating this place is still painful at best, but she manages it eventually. she's none too subtle when she starts digging through any and every box, shelf, drawer or cabinet she can find, but she's coming up incredibly empty handed.

if the behaviour seems in any way shady before, it becomes so much worse once she's caught in the act. although she doesn't exactly know if what she's doing is against any kind of unspoken rule, she still quickly slaps a hand over the two puncture wounds on her wrist and fakes a bright, totally innocent smile. even without a mental link, it's not exactly hard to see that Elena is hiding something. she's normally better at subterfuge than this, honestly. )

Hey- oh- I'm- ( she hasn't actually thought of an excuse to be rooting through what appears to be quite specialised equipment and it shows, but she's not a total idiot so it only lasts a moment. ) I was just looking around, I still don't really know where anything is. I thought I was heading to the kitchen...

( playing the newbie card, nailed it. )

( ii ) I'VE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE AS COLD AS YOU ( closed | lexa & shiro )

( when she's not sneaking around trying to treat entirely non-dramatic wounds in overly dramatic fashions, Elena can be found in a number of places regularly. one of them is actually the kitchen - there's nothing that can make a person feel at home quite like sipping some imitation of a coffee, after all. this is her current goal, and she's messing around with various settings on things to get it as piping hot as she'd like. so long as nothing explodes there's no harm done, right?

sort of.

Elena hasn't actually come across the whole symbiote ability issue yet. it's been a whirlwind since her arrival, and the mental link has taken more than enough of her energy and focus, anything else that might have changed in her mind has gone unnoticed up until now. problem is, it's kind of hard to ignore an ability when it just sort of...happens.

the can of coffee between her hands is hot, maybe not as hot as she'd like it but there's definitely steam involved, and it's not enough to scald her hands but it's definitely uncomfortable. but strangely, her hands start getting hotter. and hotter, and hotter, and she looks down at the drink in her hands to see the surface starting to crystallise. with ice.

the container gets dropped onto the nearest flat surface abruptly, and Elena stares at her hands like they've just grown heads. they're still hot to touch, uncomfortably so, and she can't help but express her complete and utter confusion to the room at large. )

What the hell was that?

( which to an innocent bystander might well just look like Elena is incredibly distressed by iced coffee, but y'know. she's not much thinking about clarity right now. )

( iii ) PUT YOUR PINKY RINGS UP TO THE MOON ( open )

( when she's not being horrified by powers or griping about war wounds, Elena quite likes to spend time in the rec room. it's the closest to feeling normal that she's managed to find here, and that's quite appealing on a space station, honestly. most of the time she can be found fussing with cards or flicking through the books left lying around in the library, but today she's come across a journal.

it feels like it's been years since she wrote in her own.

if she knew how to find her own she of course would have, but there doesn't seem to be a request system around here. and if she hadn't found some kind of pen lying around she definitely wouldn't have considered the thought. it worked out too well though, a half-empty journal and pen practically falling into her lap all in the same day?

in a display of her classic remarkable sneaking skills, Elena glances around a few times before she opens the book to a blank page and smooths it out. there's more glancing when she touches the pen to paper, but since she's apparently satisfied that no one is watching her semi-shady documentation project, she starts writing:

Dear diary,...

no one ever said that Elena was original. )

( iiii ) WE'LL ALL FLOAT ON ANYWAY( open )

( a generic misc. option for anyone who has a specific idea in mind! feel free to buzz me via PM/plurk @ sharknado if you want a special tailored starter, otherwise anyone is welcome to run into elena around and about the station because quite frankly she is a nosy busybody sometimes. party hard, brethren. )

Comments

i!!

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam'd been heading past the utilities area on his way back to the ship he and Clint'd commandeered to sleep in when he heard someone rummaging around, and of course he'd had to stop to check it out.

He recognizes the woman immediately - both from seeing her around the station the last couple of days, and from being in Damon's mind. Sam'd told Damon that he wouldn't comment on anything that was in there, and for all that he'd tried his best to ignore most of it, well. It was pretty damn impossible to not remember what she looked like when she was everywhere.

His eyebrows raise a little when she slaps one hand over her wrist, and then he lets out a vaguely amused huff at that cover story. ]

Come on, now no matter how I reply to that I'm gonna be a jackass. How about I at least be a helpful jackass and promise I won't judge if you tell me whatever it is you're really looking for?

[martyric]

Fair point.

( she eyes the intruder -- can he really be called an intruder if Elena is the one who was in the wrong place -- for a moment, weighing up what her response here should be. she has a healthy dose of mistrust for just about everyone here, even the ones who have been kinder than they have to be to a panicking stranger. it's nothing personal, it's just that the whole situation still tremendously freaks her out.

if there's any way of detecting his recognition, Elena certainly doesn't yet know how to see it.

finally she decides to shrug though, hand still clamped over her wrist even as she relaxes a fraction. he's probably not here to arrest her, at least, so that's nice. )

I just need a first aid kit. Or some bandages. Hell, scrap material will do.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ When he's dealing with new people - hell, when he's dealing with most people, but especially those he doesn't know - Sam tends to focus on keeping his walls strong so his mind is calm and quiet. Even if he didn't believe in respecting everyone's privacy as much as possible, well. He's learned first hand that there's some things he really, really doesn't to pick up from other people.

He doesn't blame her for being wary or freaked out, though. Hell, Sam himself is still pretty damn war of the station in general, and some of the people on it.

His brows furrow a little at her response - the fact that she's asking about a first aid kit makes him think more closely about why she's holding her wrist, yeah, but also he realizes he doesn't know if the station itself has one. ]

Nah, don't use scrap material, that's just inviting infection. There's probably one around here somewhere, but- [ Here he pauses, trying to figure out the best way to explain that he can help, in more way than one. ] You from a world where they've got pararescuemen?

[martyric]

( the fact that infection risks hadn't even occurred to her is probably number one on the list of reasons why the seventeen year old with no prior experience shouldn't be self-administering wound care, honestly.

Elena does at least have the humility to look suitably sheepish as Sam points this out, but when he goes on with the addition of "you from a world" she frowns, not quite confused but a little thrown, certainly. )

That's part of the Air Force, right? There are worlds where they doesn't exist?

( because clearly of all the things that have happened to her since arriving on this station is the idea of a world without a military force. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ That reaction might just be because it’s one of the last straws on top of all the other weird shit that’s happened, but it still endears her to him - that’d been his thought, too, and he smiles a little. ]

Don’t ask me how they survive without ‘em, but yeah. There’s a hell of a lot of worlds out there, some of ‘em similar and some of ‘em real damn different.

[ Not the point, Sam. ]

I used to be one, and I’ve got my kit with me. You got something that needs patching up, I got you covered.

ii

[adamance]

[Some part of her does sympathize. While Lexa comes from a world where she does have a unique trait—the black blood that flows through her veins—she still finds herself unaccustomed to the circumstances here. Her own ability is just outside of her reach as being anything that she can control, but she knows that will change. Soon. She has plans, once she figures out and develops a path to follow that best suits her.

As it is, her sympathy is heavily veiled. Only those closest to her might be able to pry within, especially since Lexa has done well to hide her emotions, to conceal them when she knows that she can do little to handle her own and someone else's.

Her attention on Elena had been fleeting. Truthfully, Lexa is all too willing to strike up a conversation with a stranger to test them, and to say that she hadn't been seeking an opportunity here would be a falsehood. It's only when Elena speaks that she offers Lexa that opportunity, and her eyes meet Elena's face before dropping to her hands.]

Your ability. It's one of the many "benefits" to your continued existence.

[While Lexa sometimes flattens out her tone so efficiently that things like apostrophes can't be heard, it's apparent that she doesn't really think this is a benefit. At all.]

[martyric]

( "your ability", that just sounds wonderful.

if it weren't for the fact that her hands have turned into temporary hot plates Elena would probably be burying her face in them. as it is, she's just going to have to cope with expressing both her distress at this new development and how utterly tired of game changing revelations she is with a tight scowl and deep sigh.

it's been a really long couple of weeks. )

It's linked to all of...this, then?

( "this" being punctuated by a vague gesture in the direction of their general surroundings, just to be nice and specific. it's a small comfort at least. even if she isn't the same Elena who left Mystic Falls, it's something of a relief to hear it confirmed that this is just another change brought about by this place. )

As if telepathy wasn't enough.

[adamance]

You thought that it was only telepathy. [That explains a great deal. Lexa can't help but wonder how much this woman knows, or if she even has experienced broodmates. The odds are slim on both counts. That is, if she's been keeping certain numbers in mind.]

Your physiology has changed. And as you continue to train this, it will continue to change. And so will you. We are not immovable objects, even if we might have been before. [She speaks of a concept from physics, but the reality is that their state of being can really be applied here.

So, it's a mix of science and philosophy, something that comes more naturally to her now that her connection with Becca has deepened.]

[martyric]

Of course it's a physiology change. ( Because that's exactly how weird her life has become, apparently.

She doesn't mean to sound angry but it happens away, a brief but brilliant flare of spite bright enough for the whole room to see. It's not fair, this place, the circumstances that led them here, that they have to share their minds with virtual strangers. It's enough to drive anyone mad, and they're being made to just live with it, to adjust, as if any of this can ever become normal.

And as quickly as it flares, it's gone again. It's just not sustainable, being furious with the world. Like it or not, these are her circumstances now. This is just a new situation that has to be accepted, and adjusted to. There are plenty of people walking around this station who aren't freaking out every few minutes. If they can do it, why not Elena? )

You said training. ( Her arms fold over her chest, and her expression might still be tight and stressed, but there's at least a level of determination that wasn't there before. There's a grit to her jaw, to the jut of her chin. If she's going to be here, she at least needs to be able to not freeze everything that she touches. ) How do you train?

[adamance]

["How?" Asking Lexa of all people is likely not the wisest of decisions. "How" is less of an important question to her than whether they should. She realizes she needs to be clear about what it means to be changed by this experience. Lexa would prefer that no one go into this blindly, even if it may benefit them to have more hosts who are closer to the Nest.

Especially since she intends to refuse that position herself.]

The question isn't how. Training your abilities will ensure that you bond with your symbiote, and lose more of the desire to remain yourself.

Is that what you want?

2!

[shiro2hero]

... Iced coffee?

[So says the guy who probably shuffled in at some point, looking for something edible that didn't actually require any sort of cooking. Aside from maybe adding hot water, or pouring space milk into space cheerios. Far be it from him to bother anyone with something like this. He can feed himself thank you very much.]

[He probably hadn't given her more than a friendly nod, trying to respect everyone's space on the station. As much as you could while being hooked into everyone else's brain.]

[Once she drops it, his head snaps around -- metal fingers reaching out to try and grab the container before it hits the floor, just in case. He hadn't thought anything about it, this time. About the hand, or how people hadn't really seen much of it.]

[She sounded like she was in trouble. So here he was, attempting to help.]

[martyric]

( In a minute or two Elena will likely process the metal fingers for what they are, a decidedly non-flesh hand attached to a presumably flesh body, but the blessing of having just accidentally enacted this godforsaken ability again means that Shiro at least gets to avoid any looks of shock or surprise.

It's nothing personal, she just doesn't meet people with metal hands very often in Mystic Falls.

At any rate Elena's frustration is evident, and she balls her hands into fists as she steps back from the cup that Shiro has caught for her with a scowl on her face. This isn't the first time that this has happened, and while she was horrified the first time, now she's just annoyed. )

It's not supposed to be, ( She blurts out angrily, before realising just how petulant and childish that sounds. With an attempt to work the scowl on her face into something at least closer to neutral, Elena's arms fold over her chest and she keeps her still-warm hands tucked under her armpits where they can't do any damage. ) ...sorry. It's just- I didn't even know I could do this until yesterday, and now it's like my subconscious is trying to punish me for wanting caffeine.

( And what a crime that is. )

[shiro2hero]

[Honestly, he's fine with her not noticing. Maybe if he slides it back into his sleeve, it won't be. Because while people like Sam have made him less uncertain about it, she's a new face. And he's still not used to new people reacting to it.]

[He shifts the cup to his other hand, nodding in sympathy.]

It's all right. Lots of people end up... doing things they never expected to do here. They don't exactly give us information files when we wake up.

[As if trying to make it up to her and her subconscious, he'll pop the cup into what passes for a microwave around here. Hitting a button and...]

[Stepping back.]

[Way back.]

[Just in case.]

You don't have to apologize.

[martyric]

Maybe we should put it in the suggestion box for future improvements.

( She’s trying to be funny, but even calling it a lacklustre effort is generous. Elena’s life has honestly always been very normal, very in control. She was part of a respected family in a relatively small Virginian town. She was a cheerleader, well liked in high school, and dating a football player. Admittedly that had all pretty much gone to shit by the time she’d ended up dragged to the station, but for the most part Elena Gilbert has led a very charmed, controlled life. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

And now she has powers. So you can imagine the transition is somewhat difficult.

Once he’s put the cup in the microwave Elena apparently trusts her hands enough to pull them out from under her armpits and rub them together instead. With them clasped in front of her she looks over at Shiro, and it’s not like everything is suddenly magically okay or anything, but when she smiles it is a genuine one. )

Thanks. Really, this is- ( She shrugs, as if that alone can sum up the complicated feelings surrounding the symbioses and the profound changes they’ve had on the people with them. Maybe it does, honestly. ) Well if I could’ve picked a superpower I think I would have gone for flight, honestly.

[shiro2hero]

It'd definitely be an improvement.

[Considering how he'd found his own ability out by sheer accident. And it ended so badly. For everyone involved. Even if he's been training lately, trying to work it out, to be better at controlling it, there's still a lot to do to make it a viable, useful skill.]

[What is he supposed to do with a rage monster in his brain? How does the Hulk do it?]

[He leans a shoulder up against the wall, folding his arms as she goes on.]

It's weird. It's unsettling. [He adds it in when she stops. Hoping to help.] Yeah, I know. I want to say you get used to it, but that'd be a lie.

But if nothing else, most people here are willing to help you train with it. Get it all figured out.

ɪᴠ. her man can't make her happy but he helps to still the shakes.

[blooded]

( things are... strange, between them, now.

elena doesn't seem to know what to make of him, which is fair, because damon hardly ever knows what to make of himself either. he's near her more often than he's not, now that he knows she'll let him be, but they're hardly inseparable. elena wants her autonomy, and damon is too afraid of losing her trust not to give it to her. when she learns of her ability, she's on her own, and her telling him about it prompts him to try to find his. it makes... a weird kind of sense, when he finds it. illusions. it could easily just be a new aspect of compulsion, really.

they've set aside a few hours a day to play with them together. find their limits, try to see what works and what doesn't. today, damon's started off by turning elena's hair blonde and her eyes blue — he's got caroline on the mind. )

I don't know that this is a look that suits you, ( he says eventually, smirking. )

[martyric]

( it's been a hard pill to swallow. as much as she hates to admit it, elena can be quite the judgemental type at times. she thought she had damon squared away - he's the bad brother, he's just here to make problems for stefan, he's just here to torture my friend - but she's been quickly forced to confront the fact that this might not have been all that accurate at all. at least, it certainly doesn't seem to be the whole truth.

when she first discovered this 'ability', the only person that came to mind to tell was damon. he's the only person she could tell, really, in a ship full of strangers, but they quite easily agree that it would be a good idea to understand it better. besides, more than anything she's just really sick of missing out on half of the 'coffees' that she tries to make. thus, the practice. )

Really? ( she raises an eyebrow, catching a handful of her hair and inspecting for signs of weakness in the illusion. it's pretty good - if she didn't obviously know better elena doesn't know if she'd be able to say it wasn't real. ) Of all the things you could change, you choose my hair.

( it's said grudgingly, but also with amusement. maybe not playful, but she certainly finds it funny, and as she lets her hair fall back through her fingers elena quickly gestures to his arm. )

Do you think this will work on people?

[blooded]

( it's a simple illusion, but it's better than his first attempts, which flickered in and out of existence as he tried to get a handle on them. they come to him more easily now, but they're hard to maintain — not least of all because of the headaches they cause him. he drops the illusion on elena, closing his eyes to fight off the annoying ache it leaves behind, but his smirk remains in place. )

I wanted to see what you'd look like if you were a Forbes. Not good, it turns out.

( it takes him a moment to realize what she means by her question, since he can't see her gesture at his arm. when he does make the connection, he opens his eyes, looking at her hands with pursed lips. after a moment of consideration, he pushes himself up from his seat and holds his hands out to her. )

One way to find out, right? Try not to freeze me solid, Captain Cold.

[martyric]

( they used to talk about that when they were little, who would be the best fit in who's family. caroline naturally insisted that bonnie and elena would be a much better fit for the forbes family than she would ever be as a gilbert or a bennet, and her and bonnie never saw fit to argue the point. so she can't help but find this funny, think about the proof she's going to give caroline when she sees her next--

when, not if. she won't allow herself to believe there is a possibility she won't see them again. but she's not trying to bring the mood down, so she just rolls her eyes and smirks. )

Don't tempt me then, Professor X.

( she rolls up her sleeves, trying to work out what kind of mental preparation is needed to actually consciously use this ability she's been given. up until now it's been iced coffees and frozen cereal, and not a whole lot of decision-making involved. his offered hands earn a Look (she said arm!!) but she doesn't otherwise argue, just takes his hands and closes her eyes.

and focuses.

and focuses.

and exactly....nothing happens. )

[blooded]

You're mixing references, Elena, ( he says placidly, grinning at her. their banter is easily his favourite thing about their friendship — she can take his snark and dish it right back, and it's fun rather than trading insults, the way it is with katherine or stefan. they're not quite at the place they were before the enemy came for him, but they're closer than they were. it's funny, how easily they fall into place without stefan there to complicate things.

he hadn't meant for her to hold his hands, necessarily — she could have grabbed his wrists, or his forearms — but he's not complaining that she has. her hands are small in his, soft but strong, and he can't help the smile that tugs over his lips as he looks down at them. while he waits for something to happen, his thumbs brush over the backs of her knuckles, soft sweeping motions, almost unconscious movements. it's just nice to hold her hands.

...or it is at first. after a couple seconds, the motion stops, and he raises his eyebrow. a devious smile takes over his face, purely because elena can't see. )

What's the matter? Cold feet?

( he is so funny. )

let's get down to business to defeat the Huns!

[wille]

[ Misato is beginning to think she should charge for lessons.

It would be a stretch to say she enjoys nurturing budding talent, when her brand of teaching comes down to pushing them off the deep end of the pool and seeing how long it takes for them to drown. It's not at all about learning to swim, but about finding the ones who would struggle to stay afloat long after hope has left them. Those are the ones she favors. But there comes a time when she must work with what she's given. Fourteen-year-old boys and girls, depressed and traumatized and volatile, or a too-sweet teenage girl who happens to the center of her broodmate's universe. Needs, must.

She has set up a makeshift punching bag out of an upright pole padded with cloths and material found around the station, hardly as soft as it should be. But human jaws are hard, bones are denser than concrete and the girl might as well learn to deal with the pain sooner rather than later. Her only instruction, after a merciless round of warmups, is only to beat the shit out of the pole. ]

Are you punching that thing or fucking caressing it?

[ Spoken like a true field marshal. Her arms crossed in front of her, the faint look of disapproval on her face. ]

[martyric]

( Training the symbiotic ability is a complicated situation, one that Elena hasn't fully decided on where she stands yet, but it isn’t the only way a person can train. Until she makes a decision one way or the other - regardless of the decision, honestly, this is important knowledge to have - physical training is going to take the priority, and so she grudgingly agrees with Damon’s ‘suggestion’ to find someone to help her. Running just won’t cut it any more. Misato is also Damon’s suggestion ( this one she actually got a choice in ) and the girl had been kind enough to Elena on her arrival that it seems like a perfect match.

She’s regretting that decision a little now.

It’s not that Elena is unfit. She’s been cheerleading for years, and even if she’s had a few months off of the routines she’s still in great condition. She is fit, she’s healthy, athletic even, but one thing Elena isn’t is strong. She just doesn’t have the muscle mass to do any real damage, and it isn’t until she’s punching a padded pole that she realises this. )

Just…give me a second. ( She’s going to have bruises tomorrow, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, and she huffs out a sharp breath of air as she flexes her fingers out and shakes her hand as if this will somehow stop it from hurting. ) I feel like my fingers are going to break.

( It’s one of the weakest things Elena’s ever said, and she’s embarrassed even as the words come out of her mouth….but in her defence it might actually be true. )

[wille]

[ Weak, it's true. Misato gives her a look that says just as much. To mistake her for anything along the lines of warm, kind and motherly would be falling for her most rudimentary of masks, the one she wears because she's a woman and believes those are attributes she must learn to master and exude. It's the same reason she flaunts her body, dons too-short skirts and tight-fitting shirts because that's how it should be, right?

One's mind and one's body are rarely ever a perfect fit, appearances belie the person within.

But she's never needlessly cruel. The outcome dictates the methods, but the result --making Elena stronger, more resilient, less likely to die in any given circumstance-- is all. Forcing her to break her fingers would hardly help them along toward that goal. She steps closer and reaches to take both of the girl's hands to examine, her touch firm but gentle. ]

Why don't you try to hit me instead.

[ It's not a question. Misato steps back, holding up both palms in the air, a slow smile spreading on her lips. ]

But I'm gonna hit you back.

[martyric]

( Honestly Elena was hoping for a break, not an escalation. Still, she's determined if nothing else, and once her hands are returned to her Elena gives them another shake before drawing up a little taller. Her full height isn't anything impressive, she has maybe two inches on Misato at best, but it's as much about the feeling of pulling herself back up as anything else.

She's not naturally inclined to be okay with hurting people, so this new development is likely more difficult than beating up a pole, but honestly she suspects that the likelihood of her landing a punch is slim to none. Clearly Misato is more experienced with physical combat than her - it would be hard to be less experienced, after all.

Her expression grits into one closer to determination, and with a quick exhale she nods in agreement. She's a good student, at least, focused and motivated, even if her physical capacities are lacking. )

Alright, deal.

( Her hands come up again, ball into fists, and she only contemplates it for a moment before she throws a swing in Misato's direction. )

[wille]

[ Katsuragi-sensei knows no breaks!!!1 

But if there's one thing Misato wants all her students to learn, it's the idea of unpredictability. Murphy's law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. What you least expect will happen. And really, it doesn't matter whether or not the girl can land the perfect dropkick or execute flawless right hooks because their enemy might turn out to be incorporeal. It's about finding ways to fight back when all avenues have been blocked, about making your own way. There are no rules. You either win or you die. 

She catches Elena's fist and promptly pulls her in to tip her off balance, using the momentum to aim a kick to the side of the girl's thigh at the same time as she lets her go. ]

I don't want you to just hit me.

[ The blow would smart if it makes contact, but she's holding back from causing anything more than a bruise or two. Physically, at least, she has no qualms against turning Elena's ego all black and purple. ]

I want you to beat the shit out of me. Got it? Now come on, stop wasting my time.