Ita McNairee : *she couldn't go home. not
yet. she'd have to explain how she'd gotten rid of so much stew so quickly...
why her eyes were swollen and red, no.. the gypsy swallows as she fingers
through records and old tattered music books. the dingy sidewalk sale had plenty
of memorabilia and cracked second hand cd's. comics.. she sighed and fingered
through*
Ita McNairee : *she sniffs. maybe she was
getting a cold. her eyes pass over her shoulder. she.. maybe if she'd have
stayed a little longer.. a shake of her head as she looks for something that has
it lyrics printed on it, or something techno*
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
She walks down the street toward the music store,
IPod in her ears, humming along with the music track in question..."Learning to
Fly" by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. She heads up on the shop, a bit of a
smile on her face as she does.
Ita McNairee : *ooh. there were boxes under
the folding table.. she takes a step back, sighing heavilya s she wipes at her
eyes and tries to figure out how to ...well.. bend*
Ita McNairee :
8,9,9,4,
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
10,5,1,2,4,
Ita McNairee : *Michelle. a wave to the
woman, the pikey tries for a smile, too tired to affect the cheery spastic
demeanor right now, babies wearing her down* Allo
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
No noticing pregnant pikeys for her...she's too
into her song, as she walks up to a rack of records and starts flipping through.
"Learning to fly...but I ain't got wings...comin' down...is the hardest
thing..."
Ita McNairee : *she smiles as the woman
fails to notice her, slipping a record onto what she's fingering through*
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
A blink, though, as a record gets in her way, and
she looks over, eyes and smile both getting wide. "Hey! How are you?" She pulls
the earbuds out.
Ita McNairee : Allo again loves.. *a smile.
the haggard looking pikey offering her greeting in a warm voice* Ah'm aulrecht
loves, ow're ye?
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
"I'm good, I'm good. Well, fighting with the
press, but other then that, good." She mvoes to hug the woman, then looks down
at the other's abdomen, smiling brightly. "You're really getting there, aren't
you, hon? You look good, though!"
Ita McNairee : *she gives a chuckle, patting
michelle's back* nae wan looks good when they're knocked oop loves, but ah
reckon ah'm fond o yer lies. *a nod as she draws back* thank ye fer senden me
tae yer felly loves... reckon ah'll be maken a bit o money soon.
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
She smiles. "Glad I can help...Larry's taking
care of you okay, right?"
Ita McNairee : aye darlin.. ee's a bonnie
man. right proper folk. *she nods, running a hand through shaggy hair, its
getting long, like she's just forgot to cut it, or maybe doesn't care, growth of
her belly more important than length of her hair* thank ye awfi. reckon ees gaw
me sengen.. wha es et.. techno? can ye seng tha?
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
"I've got stuff with a bit of a techno-ish beat
to it...I'm more pure alt-rock, though, a little pop." She smiles, then,
something occurs to her. "Hey, that brings up a thought. You busy right now? Got
a couple things to talk over with you, if you got the time."
Ita McNairee : nae loves.. reckon ah'm nae
busy.. *she gives a water sort of smile, if she was with michelle she was A) not
alone - the men folk could untwist their panties.. and B) not able to swing back
around joe's to make sure he was ok.* wha ye 'ave en mind?
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
"Some coffee for me, something for you, and some
pleasant conversation. Public or private, doesn't matter to me...though if it's
public, you may be the next person to show up with me in the tabloids." A faint,
yet tired grin, and a wink.
Ita McNairee : och.. reckon tha's nae good.
ah'm famous enough *grins wearily* lead awn loves.
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
A smile, and she nods, heading alongside the
woman, back toward her apartment. "You really do look good. A lot of people
actually find pregnant women more beautiful. It's the glow."
Ita McNairee : och.. *she laughs and
shakes her head* tha's supressed rage tha es.. frem tha back aches an the foot
swellen... tha tender tuppenny bets.. *she smiles and moves with michelle
towards Soho*
Michelle Morgan [Outside Used Music Store]:
((Off to Residence?))
Ita McNairee : (sounds peaches)
MICHELLE/SAM APARTMENT
Ita McNairee: *ita rubs at her eyes as
she follows Michelle, a sigh every now and then, but smiling when she catches
the woman's eye*
Michelle Morgan: She leads the woman into
the building, up the stairs...Michelle does hate elevators, after all...and into
the apartment. She moves slowly, at Ita's pace, letting her walk at a speed
that's comfortable for her.
Ita McNairee: *and its a pretty slow pace,
woman panting a little on the stairs, hauling around and extra person afterall*
Michelle Morgan: She gives an apologetic
smile to the woman...perhaps she should have taken the elevator, this one time.
And when they get up to the second floor, she takes Ita by the hand, leading her
to the elevator door and hitting the button to open it.
Ita McNairee: och.. but ye dinnae like them
*she nods, remembering Larry's story as she stands in the door* ow's thes
loves.. ye take tha stairs an meet a preggo lass, aye?
Michelle Morgan: She smiles and shakes her
head. "No, it's okay. They just...make me nervous. Never liked the damn
things...I'll be okay, though." DING! The elevator opens, and she steps inside,
though she remains close to the door.
Ita McNairee: *ita smiles and gives her hand
a reassuring pat. the little woman smells like stew and cinnamon*
Michelle Morgan: The door closes, and
Michelle smiles, albeit a little tense, as it moves up to the fourth floor. Soon
as it opens, she's out of it...not leaping, but not unhurried. She waits for Ita
to exit, then moves to her door, unlocking it and stepping inside.
Ita McNairee: thank ye loves.. ah'm soory.
*She smiles apologetically, moving into thte woman's apartment*
Michelle Morgan: "Don't worry about it."
She shuts the door behind them, dropping keys into the dish on the side table
and heading toward the kitchen. "What can I get you?"
Ita McNairee: och.. reckon milk'd be peachy
effen ye'ave et. water etherwise *a smile as she sinks into a chair slowly,
rubbing at her belly*
Michelle Morgan: "Milk, I do have." She
smiles and pours a glass of 1%, then pours herself a gin and tonic. She heads
over to the couches, handing Ita the milk, then taking her drink to the nearest
seat. "So how are you, hon? Everything going well?"
Ita McNairee: aye loves.. reckon everythens
aulrecht.. *she gives a small smile. everything was going wonderful. and hurting
all at the same time. she nods, amazing how pleasant a pikey can be when lying
through her teeth*
Ita McNairee:
9,9,2,8,3,1,2,
Michelle Morgan:
9,3,9,6,
Ita McNairee: *alright.. so things aren't
fine. the pikey too weary, burning out a little maybe. but at least she's cheery
about it, eyes not watering too much*
Michelle Morgan -> Michelle Morgan:
4,3,8,8,5,9,7,
Michelle Morgan: She looks at Ita,
sighing softly. "Wanna talk about it?"
Ita McNairee: jes heartache loves, naethen
new *a weak smile as she shifts to become more comfortable with Arch moving
about, a sigh* sae... wha's awn yer mind? *she sips some milk dutifully*
Michelle Morgan: "Couple things. Let me
get the less pleasant out of the way first." She watches Ita for a moment. "You
know a woman by the name of Cassie?"
Ita McNairee: *ita's eyes narrow* Aye....
wha's she daen?
Michelle Morgan: She watches the woman,
gauging her reactions. "I don't know, yet. Is she a vampire?"
Ita McNairee: (rolling.. manip + sub to
disguise shock?)
Ita McNairee:
5,10,5,9,8,3,6,
Michelle Morgan: ((Sure))
Michelle Morgan: ((You win. *G*))
Ita McNairee: Och.. *she tilts her head* a
vampire loves?
Ita McNairee: why ye asken Sooch o Ita
doves? *she looks at the woman in bewilderment, eyes wary*
Michelle Morgan: "Because you warned
someone about her, and someone else saw her with blood on her lips. Unless you
have another reason for warning someone about her..." She shrugs a little.
Ita McNairee: she's nae nice folks
loves.. but she'd covered under tha treaty. a sneaky scanger en me own opinion.
fooken aboot wie bad folk. Ah reckon jes stay clear o 'er an ye'll be peaches..
*she nods solemnly, taking Michelle's measure* sae.. yer wha than? covered by
tha treaty are ye?
Michelle Morgan: She nods, still calm and
relaxed, no hostility or wariness toward the other. "I am covered by the treaty,
yes. What do you know about her and Arlett?"
Ita McNairee: *itas eyes flash, and she
narrows them* Ah told arlett tae stay the Fook away frem tha nasty bint..
jes like ah Told silkie tae stay tha fook awa frem tha bastard Ammon..
*the woman's struggling to stand, struggling to get her cell phone out and call
Arlett, while putting down her milks and supporting her back.. all of these
things not going to happen at once, more likely.. a glass of milk is going to
spill and ita's going to fall over*
Michelle Morgan: "Wait a minute, Ita." She
holds her hand out, to stop her. "I haven't said anything's happened yet. Calm
down and relax...I'm just trying to find things out, first, okay?"
Ita McNairee: *its just as well, she's
getting tangled up in her satchel like an autistic kitten. she slumps back into
the chair heavily, trying to draw her knees up and then shaking her head* Ye
keep Arlett awa frem her. Ah'll talk tae folk aboot Cassie... wha's appened? wha
ye kain?
Michelle Morgan: "All I know, Ita, is that
Arlett's hung out with her a couple times. And Arlett is in my...organization,
so I'm responsible for making sure she's okay. I plan to take this up with the
Concerto, if things are out of control, so I just wanted to know anything
relevant."
Ita McNairee: aye loves.. yer a hanwaver
than. *She nods* Ah'll talk tae Cassie's bossies. they'll kain wha tae dae. nae
wan wans a quarrel.
Michelle Morgan: "No, I don't want a
quarrel at all." She shakes her head. "I doubt there's anything to worry about
at this point...Arlett hasn't been acting strange yet. So don't worry about
her...I'm sure things are fine, right now. But I'm trying to be proactive is
all, you know?"
Ita McNairee: nae nae.. thengs aren nae
fine wie cassie.. ah kain tha betch.. effen she's nae daen soomethen aulready,
she'll dae soomethen soon enough. ah'll talk tae her bossies. *she frowns and
nods* tha's aul tha concerto'll dae anywhoo, an they'll ave trouble wie et.
Michelle Morgan: She nods a little. "Thank
you, Ita. I appreciate it." She doesn't push the issue of how Ita knows a
vampire's bosses. "Don't worry about it too much yet. We're still okay so
far...I'm just looking out for her, is all. Thanks," she repeats, smiling warmly
to the woman.
Ita McNairee: *ita nods, mind still chewing
up cassie and spitting her out. she knew she worked with ammon.. no good. not
losing arlett the same way*
Michelle Morgan: "So, moving on." She
smiles, relaxing a little. "I've got an idea. I need some help with back-up
vocals for my new album, plus a woman for a duet I'm doing. Most everyone I was
looking at are having scheduling issues, or their labels are being pains in the
asses about it. I was wondering if you were interested."
Ita McNairee: och.. *she cocks her head,
startled for the moment out of her brooding* wha? ye wan me tae seng loves?
Michelle Morgan: "I do." She nods. "If
you're interested, that is. We're signed to the same label...or at least, we're
going to be, when your contract pushes through. So Larry can handle that whole
hassle, which will be much less then if I had someone from another label. And I
think you've got just the voice I'm looking for."
Ita McNairee: *she laughs* ye were lookin
fer "hard tae understan?" *she nods* aye loves, ah'll help ye.
Michelle Morgan: "Awesome." She smiles.
"I'll talk to Larry about it. It's a slower song...more ballady. It's got a
good, wistful feel to it...almost a little folk-y. I think you'll like it."
Ita McNairee: och.. aulrecht loves.. ah'd
be pleased es punch tae 'elp ye wie et. *she nibbles her lips and sings* loves..
reckon ye kain hoow tae wrecht songs? Larry wans me tae try me han o et.. an
ah'm .. well.. nae tha good wie writen.
Michelle Morgan: She nods. "I write all my
own stuff. I can give you some pointers, if you like. Help you get the creative
juices flowing."
Ita McNairee: och.. aye.. thaat'd be lovey..
sae far aul ah've doone es made moore trash fer tha lad tae taek oot.
Ita McNairee: *milk gets drank*
Michelle Morgan: "Not a problem." She, in
turn, finishes off her drink. "It's a lot easier then people usually make it out
to be...I know I was unable to write anything for a long time, until I got past
the anxiety around it."
Ita McNairee: aye. tha-ank you loves.. *a
scowl down at her belly, she presses hard on the side, face screwed in
concentration*
Michelle Morgan: "Kicking?" A little
smile.
Ita McNairee: och.. daen soomethen.. *she
frowns and pushes against at the little demon with her palm* boxens moore like
et.. ee's *she stops, looking a little stricken, her hands coming from the baby*
.. Ah reckn ah'd best gawn.
Michelle Morgan: She frowns suddenly,
looking to her with concern. "Ita, what's wrong? Do you need me to call someone
for you?"
Ita McNairee: nae.. ane.. naethen wie tha
baby loves.. ah jes.. reckon ah'm knackered.. aye?
Michelle Morgan: "Knackered?"
Ita McNairee: och.. ready fer a kip?
Michelle Morgan: "Kip?" Too much slang for
the L.A. girl.
Ita McNairee: fer.. tae sleep? er.. tired
loves? *she nods, swallowing and making for the door*
Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, okay." She stands
up. "Let me drive you home at least, then. You shouldn't have to walk all that
way."
Ita McNairee: ..och.. *a moments
hesitation. then she nods* .. aye.. aulrecht darlin.. thank ye.
Michelle Morgan: She nods, smiling. "Of
course, sweetie." She moves to take the woman out, to another ride in the
escalator, to drive her home.
Ita McNairee: (ftb?)
Michelle Morgan: ((FTB!))