Ita McNairee: *ahah! well that would
explain why that bookstore had turned out to be a whipp-ye club. who knew that
the street went all the way up here. she's reading her newly purchased book,
recipes calling for anything fancy getting a frown, just skimming it as she
scratches her neck and settles on a bench in the small courtyard of some fancy
apartments.*
Ricky Prince: He's stalking his way down the street, just
out for a quick prowl. Gotta love those nights off from the Concerto, when he
can wander the streets that are supposedly theirs now. He makes his way down the
sidewalk, on the alert for prey.
Ita McNairee: *a squirrel chitters in a tree
and she looks up though the night, setting the book aside* Och! *she singsongs*
wha's tha than? *she chitters back, stretching languidly.. looking around. oh
dear. dark already.*
Ita McNairee:
4,2,1,1,
Ita McNairee: *she stares directly into the
glare of an oncoming car* och fookin.. Raaugh! *snarling as she rubs at her
eyes, entirely blind and in pain to boot* Put yer dims awn ye chancer! yer en
tha fooken cety!
Ricky Prince:
6,2,3,4,2,
Ricky Prince: His eyes note the woman, but
doesn't recognize her, until the nose picks up something familiar. But...wait,
different? He raises an eyebrow, approaching. "Ita?"
Ita McNairee: Allo? *she nods, hearing ok,
but she's a little confused with the being blind.. she rises, book clattering to
the ground as she staggers a few steps. shit. blind was not good.. she rubs at
her eyes franticaly*
Ricky Prince: He walks up, putting a
fingerless-gloved hand out to steady her. "Y'okay, girl?"
Ita McNairee: aye.. jes.. a face full o
headlight.. fooken.. *a sigh, she sways with a soft jingle, trying to place
who's holding her*
Ita McNairee:
10,3,8,1,
Ricky Prince: He chuckles a little. "Gotta
watch out for those lights. Stop chasin' cars, and maybe you'll have more luck."
Ita McNairee: Och.. nae chasen, jes readen
me-*an eye opens and she stiffens, scent of fear flavouring the air before she
gives a quick smile* Allo Ricky loves.. thank ye.
Ricky Prince: He grins a little bit. "No
prob, It. Long time, no see. Where ya been? Whatcha been up to?"
Ita McNairee: (rollin manip + perf to seem
normally vampish.. reduce the look of breathing hide the belly best she can,
then manip + sub to lie)
Ita McNairee:
8,8,2,3,6,7,9,
Ita McNairee:
4,10,1,8,7,8,6,
Ita McNairee:
8,
Ricky Prince:
6,1,5,2,2,
Ita McNairee: *the little gangrel smiles,
curling up on the bench and patting next to her* well.. been tryen tae hide..
keep safe.. nae gie diablerized. but ah reckon ah'm nae daen sae hot effen ah
run entae ye sae easy *she chuckles merrily*
Ricky Prince: An eyebrow raises. She seems
like good old, Ita...but the smell. Wierd. He shakes it off, and takes a seat on
the bench. "Don't worry, chica. I told ya...yer safe with me."
Ita McNairee: ..yer a good sort. how long ye
been dead? *she cocks her head, leaning forward to retreive her book and taking
a breath covertly, this was a bitch.. this shallow breathing.. making her head
swim. she blinks a little... maybe asking him to sit was a less than clever
idea. *
Ricky Prince: He shrugs. "Since the
mid-70's...so what, thirty years?" He looks to her. "How come?"
Ita McNairee: och.. yer as auld a vampie
as ah am auld en genral darlin. *she smiles and leans back, stretching to great
advantage as she steals another quick breath, book over her stomach*
Ricky Prince: He chuckles, shrugging. "Ahh.
Yeah, well, I'm still a youngin' when it comes to our peeps. Had a mentor,
Aristotle. Guy was like 150 or somethin'."
Ita McNairee: aye.. *she smiles, thinking of
her own ugly old men, blinking. tough. she watches Ricky* stell wie tha baddies?
Ricky Prince: He nods a little. "Watched
like a hawk, Ita. And I don't see no Camarilla comin' ta save my ass from 'em."
Ita McNairee: ah'd coome. *she lullabies
quietly, nibbling her lip, eyes shutting a moment in a long blink*
Ita McNairee:
8,4,8,
Ita McNairee: *she's holding up fairly well,
getting a tad dizzy, but smiling merrily, facade of unlife fimrly in place*
Ricky Prince: He smiles a little to her.
"Yeah, well...thanks, girl. But no offense, I don't see ya lastin' too long when
my new packmates come to turn me into a dog. Literally."
Ita McNairee: och.. ah'd coome wie back oop
loves.. *she gives a sigh. thank god.. and takes his measure with pretty brown
eyes* yer pack doesnae seem like noce folk.
Ricky Prince: "You've noticed, eh?" He
gives a snort. "Yeah, they're Sabbat through and through, you could say."
Ita McNairee: *a hand comes out to touch his
hair, pikey smiling, she chuckles and muses* reckon ye'd be stecken oop fer me
effen ah was a ravnos ooor somethen?
Ricky Prince: He considers that for a
moment, then chuckles a bit. "Yeah, probably. I'd just be watchin' my wallet a
lot closer."
Ita McNairee: Och... *a jingling hand snakes
towards his back pocket* sae yer nae watchen close... ah'll remember tha, ah
well.
Ricky Prince:
9,8,9,7,6,
Ricky Prince: He blinks...then blinks
again. Her eyes...what the...?
Ita McNairee:
6,7,6,7,1,
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head*
Ricky Prince -> Ita McNairee: Yeah, he
notices the fact that her eyes are normal again, and he's highly confused. Maybe
she's figured out some way to reverse the animal features...he's hopeful but
suspcisious.
Ita McNairee: *och shit, she cocks her head
and blinks, in confusion, willing her eyes to change* (rolling animal ken + sta
(wp))
Ita McNairee:
3,6,10,8,3,
Ita McNairee: *when she opens her eyes the
"regular" dog eyes are there.. were they ever really gone? she frowns* Loves?
Ricky Prince: "Ita..." He frowns, as
they're back. He shakes his head...trick of the light, maybe? "I think I need to
get my eyes looked at. Funny, the things you think you see after they've regrown."
Ita McNairee: ye've 'ad yer eyes oout? *she
looks horrified, touching the gangrel's face worriedly. yes .. the focus on YOUR
eyes. not the gypsy in front of you* Och.. poor darlin..
Ricky Prince: "Don't piss off the boss."
He shrugs.
Ita McNairee: Recky! *its outraged, she
shakes her head* tha's nae recht.. (rolling sta again)
Ita McNairee:
6,8,2,
Ita McNairee: *a bit of a pallor, but she's
doing ok, getting just enough breath not to pass out, she should probably.. goo..
* och.. lovs.. ah reckon.. ah'd best.. *she waves with a hand, blinking and
making to stand, whoops. there goes the book*
Ricky Prince: "And that was just for
starting a fight with him. Imagine what'd happen if I left."
Ita McNairee: och nae loves.. yer only 30.
*she nods, as if that made sense* reckon we could fex ye oop?
Ricky Prince: "Fix me up?" He frowns,
confused. "Ita, my eyes're fine, now. Good as new."
Ita McNairee: nae nae.. gie ye awa frem tha
baddies. yer a good sort. shouldnae..*a swallow rather than a gasp, she sways a
little* be runnen wie em.. ah reckon. *her eyes drift to her book, a little
unfocussed but not to bad, she reaches for it with a jingle* (rolling sta again
as she swoops. idiot pikey)
Ita McNairee:
7,8,3,
Ita McNairee: *an inhalation as she gets her
book clears her head a little, and she rises slowly, smiling*
Ricky Prince: He sighs stale air out.
"Even if I shouldn't, I don't see any way out, girl. There is no out of the
Sabbat. They'll find me, and I'll..." Eyes shut, and he shakes his head. "No. No
way."
Ita McNairee: doesnae stop a lass fer
looken an hopen. *she smile, then breathes behind her book, skimming before
putting it away in her satchel.* ever miss et loves?
Ricky Prince: "Miss what?" He looks up at
her from the bench.
Ita McNairee: *she shrugs impressively,
dropping to a crouch* tha sun. pecken oop a lass. etten. ye kain.. Liven?
Ita McNairee: *kind dog eyes catch him up as
she smiles*
Ricky Prince: He blinks, as if he's never
considered it...or it's been so long, he can't remember ever considering it.
"What's the point of asking, Ita? It's gone."
Ita McNairee: theres golconda loves. *she
smiles softly, stealing a breath and watching him* there's a path back. (manip +
..emp?ing him? make him figure this is indeed a good idea. something to think
on)
Ita McNairee:
4,8,9,6,4,8,8,
Ita McNairee: (ench vc! i r the winner!
*laughs*)
Ricky Prince: He stares at her a long
moment, eyes definitely wavering. He looks down, shrugging. "Yeah, and the tooth
fairy's real, too."
Ita McNairee: Recky. *she looks up, hand
slipping to his knee,* Ow can ye nae beleive.. after aul ye've seen.. vampires
real.. werewolves tae.. jes myths entel we learned fer certain.. saw oourselves,
wie oor own damned eyes.. *a nudge of his leg with her head as she looks up at
him* An thes es true tae. ah kain et. aye?
Ita McNairee:
2,8,7,8,8,7,3,
Ita McNairee: (manip + emp)
Ricky Prince: He can't seem to meet her
gaze, eyes slipping away to regard the sidewalk. "Yeah, sure, chica. What
makes you so sure?"
Ita McNairee: *she swallows an nibbles her
lip, surveying him a long moment before deciding on her lie. judging if it would
mean dooom or not* (per emp. trying to feel if he'll betray her to his pack)
Ita McNairee:
7,6,10,2,2,
Ita McNairee: (oh that reminds me. sta)
Ita McNairee:
5,4,8,
Ricky Prince -> Ita McNairee: In a fairly
big way, he's torn. On one hand, he does feel a tiny bit of loyalty to the
Sabbat, and he's also VERY scared of his pack. On the other hand, he really has
grown to like Ita, immensely, and there seems to be a hint of hope underneath it
all, that maybe he could be mortal again. But that hope is not strong at all,
and buried under the weight of his sins.
Ita McNairee: *she sways a little, resting
her head on his knee as she draws a breath. awww. fuckit. she lullabys..*
please.. dinnae hurt me. an dinnae tell.. aye? thes, es jes fer ye. *she drops
the facade altogether, drawing in a depp breath thankfully, color coming back to
her cheeks as she's coughing slightly*
Ita McNairee: *woo. very dizzy. too little
air and now too much, she curls a hand round her belly and hacks, drawing deep
breaths as her eyes swim about, leaning against the gangrel for support*
Ricky Prince: He stares at her, for a long
moment. Wait...nuh-uh. Jaw drops. "¿Qué el infierno?"
: ((lol was gonna ask if this was open.. but i think it
just became a bad time.))
Ita McNairee: Och.. ah kain. *gasp* wha tha
wan *gasps sputters* means loves.. *she heaves a breath before looking up.
pretty little gypsy holding his knees secure* shhh.. shhh. calm sweet theng..
Ricky Prince: He blinks a couple times,
then shakes his head, as if to clear cobwebs. "...no way. It's... it's a fuckin'
myth. A fuckin' Cammie lie." The words lack the conviction they may have had
moments before the Truth came out. In fact, they lack any conviction whatsoever.
Ita McNairee: *she raises up, standing
between his knees as she moves to hold his head to the softness of her chest,
heart rattling strongly both from her gasping and her anxiety, she lullabies*
dinnae bite.. jes lesten.. aye? *she holds his head to her firmly, if he'll
allow it. letting him hear her heartbeat*
Ricky Prince: He does allow it, mostly
because he's too damn stunned to pull away. He listens, disbelievingly, to a
beating heart.
Ita McNairee: *she smoothes his hair
quietly, frightened, hopeful. nibbling her lip as she waits.*
Ricky Prince: "But...how..." He pulls away
from her, looking up into chocolate irises with his own deep brown eyes. The
predatory viciousness, always present otherwise, is gone for a moment...he's too
shocked and maybe, even hopeful, to look like a hunter. He's prey, now, and
she's caught him. "It's real?"
Ita McNairee: *she drops her hands to her
stomach with a jingle. nodding quietly* Aye loves. ah was awn tha path tae
golconda. *its a soft, quiet sing song* Noow ah'm alive. Ah wan.. tae help ye.
Ricky Prince: He...has no response to
that, whatsoever. What do you say to life, when all hopes of it died thirty
years ago? He swallows, a useless action, left over from the remembrance of
what's being offered again, and stares at her.
Ita McNairee: *Ita moves to sit on the
vampire's knee, curling around him if he'll let her, sort puppyish noises of
comfort coming from her as she attempts to sooth, stroking the gangrel nicely*
(per emp. wp)
Ita McNairee:
8,3,7,2,7,
Ricky Prince -> Ita McNairee: Believe her?
HELL yes. He's almost a littel scared of Ita...fear what you don't understand,
and he really, REALLY doesn't understand this. It's fact thrown in the face of
three decades of indoctrination, and he believes her...but he doesn't
understand. Again, that hope is buried deep underneath, struggling to get out.
Ita McNairee: Recky. *she strokes his hair,
allowing her eyes to slip back to normal now that they are un-needed.* Ye
aulrecht lad?
Ricky Prince: He looks away, lips pursing.
"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine, Ita."
Ita McNairee: Recky? *she cocks her head,
voice a pretty singsong* Jes atween oos. aye? Ah'm.. ah dinnae wan tae die sae
soon. *she bites her lip. maybe she shouldn't have told him* Ah jes.. ah wan ye
tae gie better. be free o aul tha badness yer stuck en.. aye?
Ita McNairee:
8,6,9,6,2,7,1,
Ita McNairee: (i manip emp you! )
Ricky Prince: He nods, finally looking to
her. "Relax, Ita. I told you before. You're safe from me. I ain't tellin' no one
shit."
Ita McNairee: *she smiles genuinely* yer a
good man Recky doves. ye kain tha.. aye? Ye deserve a second chance o thengs.
Ita McNairee: *she sifts on his knee, head
tilted as she watches him*
Ricky Prince: He snorts a little at that,
and shakes his head. "Ita...I'm a lot of things. Good ain't one o' em."
Ita McNairee: och.. ah dinnae kain aboot
tha. *she eyes him* reckon yer standen oop fer a wee pikey even though et could
hurt ye. ye keep yer promises.. an wha ye've daen doesnae 'ave nae weight awn
wha ye will dae. ye can cange tha future aye? past's tha past.
Ita McNairee: *she sounds like she really
beleives it to, pushing her hair out of her face with a jingle and drawing her
arms around herself as the night cools*
Ricky Prince: His gaze is dull, looking
away once more, to stare at the street. "You ain't seen the things I done,
chica. Some stains don't wash off. I dunno if there's enough time in the
world to come back from that."
Ita McNairee: ye can coome back quicker.. *a
warm tanned hand slip with a tinkle to his jaw* effen ye stop dwellen awn tha
past badness. an jes look tae dae good.
Ricky Prince: He shrugs a little. "I can
try. Hard to do so where I'm at, though."
Ita McNairee: *she gets up, letting him have
some room as she rubs her arms* ah didnae mean tae oopset ye loves. mean tae gie
ye hope. aye? Ah'm soory effen ah mucked et oop.
Ricky Prince: He smiles a little to her,
trying to be supportive. "Not yer fault, It. It's just gotta be easier fer you.
I started spoutin' Golconda around Jersey, and the pack'd turn me into a Blood
Feast. Hell, I started actin' it, and they'd do the same." He shrugs a little.
"Maybe someday, though, eh?"
Ita McNairee: ah'll gie ye oot o et
soomehow. *she nods, smiling back quietly* aye? ah'm a gyp. we folk are
resourceful. full o suprises aye?
Ricky Prince: He offers her a small smile,
and shrugs. "We'll see. I won't hold my breath, Ita...but then again, I don't
have to." A faint humor in his voice.
Ita McNairee: och.. *she gives him a shove
in good nature* ye kain ah near killed meself tryen nae tae breath en front o ye
ye great bollox!
Ricky Prince: He chuckles a little at
that, accepting the shove good-naturedly. "Well, then, who's fault is that?"
Ita McNairee: *an impressive shrug. she
hoped he was feeling better* ye 'ave me number Ricky doves?
Ricky Prince: "Yeah, long as it ain't
changed."
Ita McNairee: hasnae. *she sighs, a rub to
her belly. a nibble of her lip* Ye be Carefy..aye? dinnae gie kelled.
Ricky Prince: "I'll do my damnedest." He
nods. "You too, a'ight?"
Ita McNairee: Aye loves. *she nods, looking
for a cab* g'necht Recky.. thank ye.
Ricky Prince: "Take care, It." He gets up,
watching her for a moment, and then heading off.
Ita McNairee: *a sigh as she ducks into a
cab. she hoped that wasn't a fuck up*