Silkie: Twirls Catie and the hug right
into her dance, the boy that was eying Catie looking downcast, figuring she's a
lesbo. Figures.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *giggles and
gets twirled* how are you? *dancing happily as best she can*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
7,2,9,10,
Silkie: "I'm okay." She manages be heard
by brushing close to Catie's ear, rather than yelling over the music, her breath
warm against the other girl's ear.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *smiles
warmly, leaning in to murmur back. she smells like lilacs. and has been eating
something cinnamony* i'm glad. i haven't seen you in a while.
Silkie:
2,3,2,9,5,7,7,10,
Silkie:
5,1,
Silkie: She integrates their conversation
with the dance, none too concerned with getting offbeat. "It's good to see you
too. I get busy sometimes."
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods* so do
i. i've got lessons, and the cats, and soon i'll have to move in with Miss
Brianna for a while. *tries to do the same, dance and talk*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
5,3,3,4,
Silkie: "Why are you moving in with
Brianna?"
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *she lost
the beat. but at least she hasn't fallen*
Silkie: Silkie helping compensate some for
Catie's awkwardness on the floor.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): because Chi
won't be home for a while. he's got stuff to do, and i can't go with him. *dark
eyes a little sad, the expression mostly hidden by the blue lights beating like
a heart*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and the
girl is grateful for Silkie's help. she's never in her life danced in public,
unless you count doing a slow-motion waltz with an eighty-year-old man on her
parents' last aniiversary....*
Silkie: Nods understandingly, she doesn't
like being alone either.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): i will miss
my cats, but Miss Brianna says we'll go over daily to take care of them.
*wiggles happily in her infant dancing*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
3,8,9,2,
Silkie: Sways easily, putting more into
the conversation than the dance. "Why can't they go with you?"
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): because Mr.
Stephen's going to be staying with Miss Brianna, too, and they'd just be too
scared of him. *and, he's so hungry all the time, maybe he'd try to eat them?
no...surely not. he's anice man, so he wouldn't do that, right?*
Silkie: Smiles. "I like Stephen." Her
fingers whisk through Catie's hair, and then they're apart again.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *giggles and
nods* so do i! *and dances*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
7,9,2,2,
Silkie:
4,5,5,3,7,5,7,5,
Silkie: Jumps into a bit of beebop,
giggling.
Micah Carrington: Micah slips into the club, glancing over
his shoulder to grin at Sasha, his green eyes bright.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs,
bouncing around merrily. curling flying into her face and everyone else's.
fairly cheerful crowd, on the edge though. nobody seems to mind all that much*
Silkie: Silkie certainly doesn't mind,
batting playfully at Catie's wayward curls.
Sasha: She walks in alongside Micah; the
street whore is looking uncharacteristically non-streety. Her hair is clean and
combed, not stringy like it usually is, and she's all clean, smelling slightly
of lavender. Black T-Shirt, with "Goddess" written across it in deep purple and
new blue jeans. Her make-up is the same as before, only less worn-in and
bedraggled-looking. A simple silver chain is around her neck. It looks almost
like a different person, espeically since she's...whoa...SMILING. And not
sarcastically.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *chortles
merrily and shakes her head at Silkie playfully, wriggling away to the beebop
goodness*
Micah Carrington: ((DLP please! :)))
Silkie: In spite of recent worries, she
feels good to be here with Catie, and it shows through in her dancing.
Sasha: ((DLP as well; sorry for the
confusion, guys. *Hugs*))
Silkie:
3,1,3,6,2,2,4,8,
Silkie: Which is enthusiastic if totally
off beat.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((oh, for
the love of...*head to desk. loudly.* Catie excuses herself for water, and then
realizes she's got to go home to brush the cats. and does this. play on, people,
allright? please?))
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((night,
people. Wy, thanks. you guys enjoy the club, ok?))
: ((Hon, we can happily RP in another
room. We're not NOT RP'ing, just not invading your scene.))
Silkie: ((Ok.. *s*)) Blinks as Catie
hurries off and moves to dance with the boy that was making eyes at her earlier.
He's none too enthusiastic to have the lesbian glom onto him though. He wants a
girlie girl.
Silkie: ((Is a totally open scene, hop in.
*s*))
Silkie: She soon wanders out of the club
and is back on the streets.
Silkie: ((We doing a replay? *G*))
Micah Carrington: ((I figure we take it from mine and
Sasha's entrance posts!))
Sasha: REPOSTING: She walks in alongside
Micah; the street whore is looking uncharacteristically non-streety. Her hair is
clean and combed, not stringy like it usually is, and she's all clean, smelling
slightly of lavender. Black T-Shirt, with "Goddess" written across it in deep
purple and new blue jeans. Her make-up is the same as before, only less worn-in
and bedraggled-looking. A simple silver chain is around her neck. It looks
almost like a different person, espeically since she's...whoa...SMILING. And not
sarcastically.
Micah Carrington: Micah too is smiling brightly, his
hand in Sasha's, his green eyes bright and unmade up. His lean, though growing
frame, is poured into a pair of artfully faded, low slung blue jeans and a plain
white button down. A heavy buckled belt and black cowboy boots complete the
ensemble.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *wriggling
like an eel on the dance floor. hopefully staying upright*
Silkie: Silkie is dancing playfully around
Catie, by now ignoring the music completely and just dancing her own way.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs as
Silkie circles her, trying to keep her in sight AND follow the beat. it's a tall
order*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
2,2,2,5,
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and one she
doesn't manage to actually do. but she manages to stay on her feet, so she marks
it as a success anyway*
Silkie: Laughing as they prance freely
across the dance floor. Silkie has no need of music or a beat to dance.
Sasha: She is a little uneasy...she's not
used to being in places like this. Only places she ever goes in have a two-drink
minimum and blowjobs and lines of coke in the bathroom.
Silkie:
10,6,3,8,5,2,5,9,
Silkie:
4,7,
Micah Carrington: Micah grins, snuggling
himself against Sasha, his arms around her waist. "Its kinda like having sex,
baby," he murmurs in her ear. "You just...move," he says, rolling his hips
against her.
Silkie: Yet she occassionally drops into
these phenomenal bursts of release, that causes people to stop and stare, her
grace and motion so perfect. And then she lets it go again, to sweep around
Catie.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((oh, basic
DD. the foyer's got a coat check and posters of the hottest artists of today
palstered on the walls. curtain leads to the main part of the club. mostly a
thin line of tables and a small bar that serves no booze around a large dance
floor. the lighting is mostly blue.))
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *usually
forgets to keep moving herself when SIlkie does this, then giggles and resumes
when she circles. it's a game, a fun game!*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
8,3,8,8,
Sasha: She looks over her shoulder at him, giving him a playful scowl. "I know how to dance, Micah." She looks around, eyebrow raised. "Just that there's usually a pole involved."
Micah Carrington: He chokes back a laugh
and kisses her ear. "Yeah...Same for me. C'mon," he says, giving her a little
push forward.
Silkie:
6,1,2,6,3,
Silkie: For just an instant, she thinks
she sees someone she knows as she twirls around Catie, but then the figure is
lost in the crowd.
Sasha: She moves along forward at his
encouragement, looking around. Oh, dear god, she's surrounded by pippy-twats. A
little grin comes onto her face. Ahh, fuck it. She's going to give 'em a show,
then...
Micah Carrington: Micah sways against her
lazily, his body graceful even if his dancing isn't overly good.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *keeps on
dancing. hippy little thing. just haivng fun....*
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
2,8,6,4,
Silkie: "I never knew you liked dancing,"
she tells Catie, as she moves sensually about the other young woman.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods,
chuckling* i do like it. i'm taking lessons, but i'm not really very good yet.
Silkie: Frowns a bit at the lessons
comment, recalling Ingvar's lessons. "I can teach you to dance," she offers.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs* my
dance teacher's on a leave of abscence--she's pregnant! i'd like to learn from
you. cuz right now, i'm using DVDs to try and learn. *grins*
Micah Carrington:
3,9,8,9,
Micah Carrington: He sees Catie and Silkie
but for now keeps his attention on his partner, as well as his hands...He can't
seem to keep them off her!
Silkie: She's not entirely sure what
pregnancy has to do with not dancing. If she were pregnant she'd have even more
reason to dance.
Sasha: She grins, turning and pulling her
companion toward the dance floor a little, taking a form of dancing that, while
not the kind you see around poles, is definitely a little more lascivious then
the norm in a place like this.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *notes the
look with a chuckle* she's got a very big tummy, so moving like this...*rolls
her hips. she can do it fairly well if she plants her feet, which for a second,
she does* isn't comfortable for her right now....
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
9,9,1,6,5,8,
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *dancing
falters as her eyes widen. hard to tell under the blue lights, but she pales.
and flashes Silkie a quick, nervous smile* i..um...think i need to go, Miss
Silkie.....*swallows a bit, wide eyes darting about*
Micah Carrington: Micah laughs happily and
settles his hands on Sasha's hips, moving with her as if he were making love to
her right there on the dance floor...
Silkie: "That's not the only way to
dance." Slowing to an easy sway.
Silkie: She stops dancing and looks at
Catie, then glances around, seeking the danger.
Silkie:
4,10,3,6,8,
Silkie: Oh, look. There's Micah. Her pass
over him though, seeking predators. "What is it?" she whispers to Catie.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shakes her
head a bit, trying for a smile. Silkie's one of the cousins. she's safe.*
n..nothing. i just, um...should go home now.....*begins to ease off the dance
floor, small body tense*
Micah Carrington: His eyes flick now and
again to Silkie and Catie then drift back to Sasha...
Sasha: Yes, there's some definite
closeness between them, a wanton way about her gyrations that might make the
teeny boppers a bit (or more) uncomfortable...or at least point and laugh. She
doesn't much care...it's all about them, right now. And maybe a little of the
discomfort. Sasha's never one to avoid lobbing one back at the pippy-twats.
Silkie: ((her EYES pass over him))
Micah Carrington: ((Yeah, I was
wondering...big distance for heavy petting.))
Silkie: "Wait..." Moving after Catie.
Something has obviously spooked her. She waves Micah to come join, figuring
something is definitely amiss, and he should be warned.
Micah Carrington: He closes the distance
with Sasha, his eyes on Catie. "Be back, baby," he murmurs before disentangling
to follow the little one.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *hesitates
at the edge of the floor. breathing in, breathing out, trying to calm herself a
bit. hands clutching her belt to stop their trembling*
Sasha: She frowns a little, but nods,
turning to watch Micah as he walks off.
Silkie: Sets a gentle hand on Catie's
shoulder. "Catie, was is it?" Glances around again, sure something's about to
pounce on them.
Micah Carrington: He slips fluidly through
the crowd towards Catie, almost seeming to stalk her.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *um...n..nothing.....*and
looks about ready to faint, dark eyes rounding as Micah stalks* ((wp to see if
she can keep from bolting. *chuckles*))
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
9,9,6,9,9,
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and manages
not to bolt pellmell through the crowds*
Micah Carrington: "Catie," he says,
settling in near them.
Silkie: Catie is scaring her, she casts
about for the danger, all she sees is Micah approaching. "Catie... tell me!" she
snaps. Why would Catie not point out a danger?
Sasha: She looks over at a couple girls
who are looking at her like she's street trash. A little smile, before she makes
a jerking off motion to them, then flips them the bird.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club):
M...Micah....*huge dark eyes flicking nervously about, always settling a
furtive-moth gaze back on him*
Silkie: She grabs Micah and pulls him
close, saying quietly. "Something's spooked her. But she won't tell me what."
Micah Carrington: "Its me," he murmurs,
sighing.
Silkie: (per + emp on Catie)
Silkie:
7,10,7,2,2,
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((she's
absolutely terrified of Micah for some strange reason. *chuckles*))
Silkie: "What?" Blinking between them,
then looking long and hard at Catie, as if to ascertain if Micah is correct.
Micah Carrington: "She thinks that I'm
working for the smugglers," he says, arching a brow at Silkie. "That I'm a
recruiter."
Silkie: "Let me talk to her," she
whispers, making shooing motion at Micah to get away.
Micah Carrington: He nods, his eyes sad as
he looks to Catie before moving away, back towards his salvation where she
dances...
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): **squeaks
fearfully and backs away from him a couple of steps, the whites of her eyes
showing*
Silkie: She catches Catie by the arm, and
walks her off to a corner for some serious whispering. "Come with me, we need to
talk. Don't be afraid of Micah. You're safe."
Sasha: Micah's salvation is in an argument
right now with a 16-year-old who's probably her high school's Student Body
President. She sneers at the girl. "You know, you look familiar. Is your father
named Michael?" When the girl answers in the affirmative, she smirks. "He a
horrible lay." And she turns away from the shocked girl, smiling a little as
Micah comes back her way.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shaking,
she follows Silkie meekly, flashing glances back at Micah*
Micah Carrington: "You didn't," he asks,
chuckling as he watches the little prep girl storm off with an indignant squeel.
His arms slip around Sasha's waist and he dips his head to give her a soft kiss.
"Am I a horrible lay?"
Sasha: She does, however, note Micah's
sadness, and she frowns a little, closing the distance to him. "You okay, babe?"
Sasha: She returns the kiss, murmuring
against his lips. "No, you're an unbelievably good lay."
Micah Carrington: He smiles at that, arms
tightening around her. "And its just a misunderstanding between friends,
Silkie'll straighten it up for me."
Silkie: Takes Catie off to a dark
corner and leans into her as if they're making out.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shivering,
she whispers back* b..but if he was w..with them, and he said he w...was...then
there's only one reason they'd let him run around f..free.....
Sasha: "Okay." She leans into him a little
with a nod.
Micah Carrington: "By the way,
Sash...You're more then a lay," he whispers, pressing his forehead to her,
laughing as his glasses fog up.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((ack....*sweeps
PM under the mat and blushes*))
Sasha: "Good to know." She looks up at him
with a little grin, then rolls her lips between her teeth, blushing a little. "Ummm...so
are you."
Micah Carrington: He blushes himself and
lifts a hand to cup her cheek, brushing his lips over hers softly. "Any clue
what this is that we've got here, baby?"
Sasha: She sighs a little bit, shrugging
helplessly. "I dunno, Micah. This is...honestly, kinda a new thing to me."
Micah Carrington: "Then lets try not to
overthink it." He smiles and gives her backside a playfull squeeze. "I like it
whatever it is."
Silkie: Still in the corner with Catie,
petting her hair and trying to calm her as if she were a frightened bird.
Silkie: She glances over her shoulder in
Micah's direction, speculation and... something else there.
Sasha: She grins a little bit,
particularly at the squeeze. "So do I. So let's just...go with it, for now."
Micah Carrington: He nods and smiles
softly, kissing her cheek before sending his eyes towards the corner where Catie
and Silkie are talking.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods
slightly to the girl and hugs her tightly.....casts Micah a last fearful
look--maybe not as scared as before--and slips quietly toward the exit. her
phone's in her pocket--she'll call a cab before setting a single toe outside.
jsut in case....*
Silkie: She gives Catie an encouraging
smile as she slips towards the door, then moves to intercept Micah and his
companion.
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((*hugs you
all very tightly* thank you, guys. for the scene, and for putting up with me
tonight. i'd love to be able to play longer...but i have to work in the
morning.))
Silkie: ((No worries, night Harper!))
Micah Carrington: ((Night baby!*hugs*))
Micah Carrington: He arches his brow at
Silkie, sadness slipping back into his eyes as Catie leaves. His arm tightens
around Sasha.
Sasha: She looks over at Catie leaving and
Silkie approaching, getting a little wary at the girl's appreach. Micah's
friends make her a little uncomfortable.
Sasha: ((Night, Harper. *Hugs*))
Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((*skotc in
multiples and plods off to bed*))
Silkie: She glides up along the side
opposite Sasha and takes Micah's arm, then with her free hand, she delivers him
a sharp little punch to the ribs. It's almost playful, but rough at the same
time. As though she's not entirely sure whether she's annoyed with him or not,
and shouldn't hit him for real. (no damage)
Sasha: Whoa, Silkie just HIT him? She
scowls, anger coming to her face, and gets ready to swing. Not playful. At all.
Micah Carrington: He grunts softly and
bilnks, frowning at Silkie. "The fuck?"
Silkie: Ooops, pissy female. Ducking
behind Micah.
Sasha: ((Init time? *G*))
Micah Carrington: "Whoa, Sash!" He catches
her fist gently, thumb massaging her knuckles. "She didn't hurt me...Sup, Silkie?
Why'd you hit me?"
Silkie: "That's for being a dumbass," she
says as she circles him to avoid Sasha. "Don't let your girlfriend hit me."
Sasha: ((Or not, since Micah stopped her))
Silkie: ((Is it? *L*))
Sasha: She's stopped by Micah, and instead
can just glare at Silkie.
Micah Carrington: "I would have explained
to Catie but she bolted..."He sighs.
Silkie: "Can't really talk about here
though." Glancing around. Silkie has been glared at by scarier things than Sasha.
She takes the evil eye easily in stride.
Micah Carrington: "Okay, stop glaring at
each other you two," he says with a sigh, shoulders slumping. "Its kinda odd..."
Silkie: Sasha> "I didn't hit him that
hard."
Silkie: ((Silkie is not glaring.))
Sasha: "Don't fuckin' hit people at all,
and you won't have to worry about it." She scowls a little, then lets it go,
leaning back into Micah.
Silkie: "We should go somewhere and talk.
Is she...?" Eyes flickering to Sasha.
Micah Carrington: ((semantics! *tickles a
Silkie-P*))
Micah Carrington: Micah curls his arm tight
around Sasha and sighs. "No, she's not but we're gonna tell her anyway."
Silkie: Her eyes flicker between them,
expression cryptic at best as Micah states he's going to talk in front of the
other woman.
Sasha: She looks between Micah and Silkie,
eyebrow raised. "Tell me what, exactly?"
Micah Carrington: "She needs to know if
she's gonna be a part of my life, Silkie...in any way."
Silkie: "Let's go somewhere private and
talk about it. Her house maybe?" Eyes flickering to Sasha again.
Micah Carrington: "My hotel," he says
smoothly, his fingers playing in gentle circles over Sasha's side.
Sasha: She looked about ready to retort,
until Micah suggested the hotel. She relaxes, nodding a little to Micah. "Awright."
Silkie: Shrugs. "Your hotel, then."
Micah Carrington: He smiles softly as Sasha
and kisses her cheek before offering a hand to Silkie. "C'mon..."
Silkie: Slides her hand into Micah's,
peering around him at Sasha.
Micah Carrington: "Sash," he ask, cocking
his hip towards her. "Phones in my front pocket. Speed dial nine and get us a
cab?"
Sasha: She nods and slips her hand into
the man's pocket, retrieving the phone and hitting the speed dial for the cab. A
look goes to Silkie...not overtly hostile, but nowhere NEAR friendly.
Micah Carrington: He gives Silkie's hand a
squeeze and tightens his arm around Sasha, urging them out towards the cab.
Sasha: She heads on out, speaking to the
cap company briefly, ordering one to pick them up at the Edge, and then hangs
up, sliding the phone back into his pocket.
Silkie: She heads out to the cab and
makes sure Micah is between her and Sash when they get inside.
Micah Carrington: "Thanks, baby," he
murmurs, smiling softly at Sasha, knowing he's about to put a lot o'lives in her
hands.
Micah Carrington: ((Vehicle or just skip to
residence? *chuckle*))
Silkie: ((I'm good for hopping to res))
Sasha: ((Res works.*S*))
Micah Carrington: ((Res loves!))
MICAH'S HOTEL
Micah Carrington : Mica lets them into his hotel room,
cheeks still flushed from the playfull hassle they'd gotten downstairs. "Welcome
home."
Silkie: She's quiet on the ride to the
hotel, not about to talk in front of the cabbie. She's not too happy with
Micah's decision to talk in front of this woman who obviously doesn't like her.
He's putting her in danger. She doesn't have warm fuzzy feelings about this.
Sasha: She walks in behind Micah, dropping
backward onto the bed and pulling her cigarettes. She lights one and lays on her
side, relaxed.
Silkie: Looks back and forth between them.
"Is she your mate, Micah?"
Sasha: She gives a little surprised laugh.
"His what?"
Micah Carrington : "She's my friend Silkie
and right now my lover," he says softly, moving to sit near Sasha on the bed,
fingers filching a cigarette. "We've known each other since I was a prostitute."
Silkie: She studies Sasha, wanting to
check her, but... she just can't right now. She has to be ready for something
else.
Sasha: She looks over at Micah, smiling
warmly to him, then looks back over to Silkie. "Okay, so what's up now?"
Micah Carrington : He puts the cigarette to
his lips and lights it, sighing as he notes his hands are shaking.
Silkie: Rolls her lips, looking unhappy.
Micah is making this hard. "I need to know what you've learned, Micah. And why
you told Catie those things. You must know why she's afraid of you."
Micah Carrington : "They picked me up just
outside Quantico...I was shipped to Cairo and trained..." He pauses, tongue
flicking over his lips before he takes a long, hard drag. Exhaling softy, he
locks his eyes on his feet. "I was put there by someone...And that same someone
arranged my purchase later...after I'd been raped and beaten and
tortured...After I'd started to forget what I was there for..."
Silkie: She frowns, moving to the bed and
setting a hand on Micah's shoulder.
Sasha: She looks back at Micah, stunned.
Just...utterly stunned, jaw agape. She doesn't even know what emotion to feel.
Micah Carrington : "I know faces...slaves
faces...trainers faces...They didn't speak in English and none of the signs over
there were in English...So...I know the route but I couldn't put names to
anything...Sometimes they kept me in a cement cell by myself, sometimes with
others...We couldn't talk. They uh...They shipped me to the states in a crate
with a tube shoved up my dick and a plug in my ass and an oxygen tank...and I
was conscious for all of it...THey packed me with packing peanuts. The kids that
got shipped with me, in another crate, were dosed..." He recites it quietly,
voice almost flat.
Silkie: Her eyes flicker to Sasha, her
expression. Shit. They have to tell her something. Her mind works rapidly.
Something human. "We're spies," she says to Sasha. That's right. James Bond
weaver crap.
Micah Carrington : "If anyone approaches
you about me Sash...Go to the Concerto."
Sasha: She's not even comprehending words.
It kind of got lost somewhere after "packing peanuts."
Micah Carrington : He reaches out to take
Sasha's hand, his own shaking softly. "My contact picked me up...kept up the
pretense...examined me. I was debriefed..." He shrugs.
Silkie: "You're putting her in danger,
Micah. If anyone has reason to approach her..."
Micah Carrington :
8,5,5,1,3,
Micah Carrington : He makes a soft sound,
Silkie's words a slap in the face, and stands to pace the small room, tears in
his eyes. "Fuck..."
Sasha: "W..w...WHOA!" She sits up
suddenly, as if the words all JUST made sense. "What...the fuck? What kind of
sick fucks..." She stops, blinking. "What the FUCK?"
Micah Carrington : "You ever here those
weird urban legend kinda rumors about slavery, babe?"
Silkie: Gives Micah a worried look, eyes
flickering to Sash when she starts getting excited.
Sasha: Excited in those very, VERY angry,
disgusted, and scared ways. She nods to Micah, standing up off the bed, body
very tense. "Come on, Micah. You and I know they aren't rumors, we always have.
How many girls've you seen vanish off the streets? How fucking Captain Blood?"
Micah Carrington : He nods and pushes
both hands through his hair, fisting his fingers in the curls. "Yeah..."
Sasha: ((How about Captain Blood, rather))
Silkie: "Micah, I need you tell me about
the route you took in Cairo. Everything you can remember. All the little things,
what you saw along the way."
Silkie: "Landmarks."
Micah Carrington : "Talk to Trevor," he
murmurs, glancing at Silkie, ihs eyes pleading.
Sasha -> Micah Carrington : ((Micah would
also know that Aerin knows it all; Malcolm told him everything that Karlos found
out.))
Micah Carrington : "Or Aerin! Talk to Aerin...Please..."
Silkie: "They won't be able to answer my
questions because they didn't see. I don't..." Glances at Sash in frustration.
"I don't take directions like.... other people. I need YOU to tell me."
Sasha: She presses her lips together and
walks over to Micah, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Micah Carrington : He whimpers softly, low
in his throat, holding onto himself by his teeth.
Micah Carrington : And with Sasha's arms
around him he begins to softly tell silkie the route...Everything he can
remember.
Sasha: She presses a couple kisses to his
neck...she doesn't know what else to do. She's shaking pretty fiercely herself.
Silkie: She listens, asking odd questions,
not about street signs, or north, south, east or west, but about colors and
shapes, buildings, trees, what kind of flowers he saw.
Micah Carrington : He tries so hard to pull
it up for her, wanting to help almost desperately...By the time its done he's
crying softly, clinging to Sasha, his face pressed into her shoulder.
Silkie: It's quickly clear why Aerin or
Trevor wouldn't be able to answer her strange questions. She doesn't relent in
spite of his distress, ruthlessly pursuing the details.
Silkie: ...until it's clear he can give no
more. Then she moves to pet his hair. "I'm sorry, Micah. I had to," she
whispers.
Micah Carrington : "I just want it to be
over," he moans softly, not having found a way, yet to seperate the memories
into useful and harmful...When it hits, it hits together.
Sasha: Throughout, she's staring at Silkie
with an unabashed hatred. Like, the kind reserved for the most hideous monsters
there ever have been.
Sasha: "Get away from him," she hisses as
Silkie comes close.
Silkie: She's none too happy with the look
Sasha is giving her, but she's not explaining herself to the human.
Silkie: She backs off. "You did good,
Micah. I'm sorry."
Micah Carrington : He pulls away from Sasha,
shaking, and moves to the bathroom, closing the door hard behind him.
Sasha: She looks after Micah, helplessly,
watching him leave into the bathroom. A heart-rending sigh escapes her lips.
Silkie: Her eyes follow Micah. That's not
good. She gives Sasha a hard look. "I don't expect you to understand, but he's
doing his job, his duty."
Sasha: "Fuck off and get out of here. NOW.
I hope you get hit by a fucking bus."
Micah Carrington : The toilet seat clatters
and the shower is turned on in a vain attempt to cover the sound of his
retching...
Silkie: "You came. Deal with it. I'm
not finished talking to him. It's unfortunate he chose to involve you, but he
did."
Sasha: "Get. OUT." The look she's giving
is absolutely murderous. "You're not putting him through any more of your sick
FUCKING trauma games."
Micah Carrington : The toilet flushes and
the sound of his fumbling can be heard followed by the change in pitch of the
water that indicates the kin is in the shower.
Silkie: "It's not a trauma game. He put
his life down to save others. He has information that's important to the lives
of those others, and that information NEEDS to pass to me. He won't thank you
for interfering, regardless of his suffering now. You get in the way, and later
he'll regret having let you stay. The best thing you can do for him right now,
if you really care about him at all, is comfort him, and let him do his job."
Sasha: She takes a step toward Silkie,
threatening. "If you do not leave now, I will make you leave. You
have business? Ask him FUCKING later. Let him fucking heal before you
interrogate him further."
Micah Carrington : "STOP IT!" Micah's voice
is muffled by the door and the water. "Just...stop it..please. Ask Aerin, SIlkie...He
knows everything and prolly stuff I don't."
Silkie: Backs off frowning, but not moving
towards the door. She doesn't want to fight this woman, and she doesn't want to
go all supernatural either. "There may not be a later. Clocks are
involved." Oh, stress. Wrong word. "Timing. The worst is over, but I have
information to pass to him as well. The interrogation part is pretty much over."
She's glad Micah has a friend that will so aggressively protect him. She's just
not so glad she's protecting him from her.
Micah Carrington : The water cuts and he
slips from the bathroom, expression haunted as he wraps the towel around his
hips. "No more tonight, Silkie...Tomorrow. Come back tomorrow."
Silkie: "I might be gone tomorrow, Micah."
Micah Carrington : He frowns, swaying
slightly. "Huh?"
Silkie: "It'll only take a minute," she
assures him.
Sasha: If she could spit fire, she would
be. As it is, she's simply wishing that Silkie would implode right now.
Micah Carrington : He nods slowly at Silkie.
Silkie: "I told Catie you working
undercover. I don't know why you told her what you did, that can wait for
another time. But she might need an answer from you. Or get someone else..." Her
tone suggesting big and hairy. "..to demand one. Be prepared." She turns to
leave, then glances back at them. "Oh, and don't tell HER anything about
me." Her eyes flicker to Sahsa and there's an uncharacteristic tone of authority
in her voice. She's dead serious.
Sasha: When Micah agrees, she does back
off, though, moving back to wrap her arms around Micah, holding him protectively
and kissing his shoulder. Best she not be looking at the little monster.
Micah Carrington : "Silkie...I love
you," he murmurs, holding out a shaking hand to her. "And I told her...to scare
her into staying inside..."
Silkie: She blinks at him, eyes going
between the two of them. He didn't?! He betrayed her trust to a human?!
Sasha: ((Told her=Told Catie, Silkie))
Micah Carrington : ((Thanks Rav...What he
said..*nods*))
Silkie: ((Oooh, right.)) She sighs and
steps up to take Micah's hand, inspite of the risk that the wicked looking
female might strangle her. She kisses his fingers. "I love you too, Micah. I
think you made a mistake with Catie. You're going to have to put your mind to
fixing it. Tell her why you did it. Tell her you were afraid for her. Fear isn't
the best gift. We'll talk about it later, okay?"
Sasha: Her eyes turn to Silkie, looking as
if she just might strangle her. She doesn't, though, as Micah made the
gesture to hold his hand out to her.
Micah Carrington : He nods and squeezes her
fingers hard. "I will hon...Be safe," he murmurs, slim body sagging into Sasha's.
Silkie: She gives his hand a final squeeze
then slips out the door, leaving them alone together.
Micah Carrington : As the door clicks shut
he turns, wrapping his arms around Sasha as he presses his face into her neck.
Sasha: As soon as the door is shut, she
looks up to Micah, lips pressed together. "Babe?" It comes out as a question, a
gesture of sympathy and support, and a statement that she's there for him, all
in one.
Micah Carrington : "Yeah," he asks shakily,
lifting his head to blink at her, one hand rising to brush away his tears.
Sasha: "I..." She wants to express how
sorry she is, to know what he's feeling, to make it all go away and make him
better, and to understand. Instead, she settles for one of those. "I...can help
you, I think." She swallows hard.
Micah Carrington : He arches a brow though
it takes some effort and his tongue flicks across his lips. "How?"
Sasha: "I..." She sighs. She's only ever
explained this once, and she was high when she did. Sober, it's a lot harder. "I
have this... ability. To...kind of, feed on emotions. It'll lessen how much
you're...you're hurting, and it won't hurt me. Much to the contrary."
Micah Carrington : "Just the emotions," he
asks softly. "You can't see my thoughts/"
Sasha: She shakes her head. "No thoughts,
babe. Just emotions." She reaches up and cups his cheek, eyes glistening a
little. "I want to help you."
Micah Carrington : "You have," he whispers,
blinking away fresh tears as he nuzzles his cheek against her hand. "Just stay
with me tonight, Sash'...Please," he begs.
Sasha: She nods a little. "Yeah. Yeah,
I'll stay. Not goin' anywhere." She looks up at him, her thumb brishing the
mewly-created tears gently away. "Do you want me to make it hurt less?"
Micah Carrington : "Please..."
Sasha: She nods a little bit, looking up
into his eyes as she focuses her will. ((Wits+Empathy, WP spent))
Sasha: ((Sorry, Man+Emp))
Sasha:
4,4,8,1,2,6,
Micah Carrington : He stares down at her,
his eyes wide and hopefull and filling with quickly growing adoration as his
hands rise to cup her face.
Sasha -> Micah Carrington : ((So, what
predominant emotions would he have running through him? He'd feel them mute,
which is described leaving some a bit unsettled, though not necessarily, and she
can get a gauge of what they are.))
Micah Carrington -> Sasha: ((rage, shame,
fear predominant. Guilt running beneath that.))
Sasha: After a moment, she takes a deep
breath, her body shivering all the way down as she feels the emotions settle
over her. She seems more then a little guilty about the fact that she enjoys
it...she didn't want to enjoy it. For once, that wasn't the point.
Micah Carrington : "Its okay," he whispers,
as if he gets it...and maybe he does in an odd sort of way.
Sasha: She leans against him, kissing the
hollow of his throat. "Did it...help?"
Micah Carrington : He inhales deeply
then nods, his fingers moving into her hair. "Yeah..." And another deep breath,
his arms sliding around her, holding her tight. "Thank you..."
Sasha: "You're welcome."
Micah Carrington : He pulls her gently
towards the bed and turns down the covers, his eyes never leaving hers....((FTB))
Sasha: ((FTB))