Thomas Judge: He leans an arm over the side of the tub "Yer pretty up on yer fay ain't ya pet. An no I didn't know you could 'power up' tattooes an emblems, is that like gettin' the star in Mario Kart?" He grins

Penelope Goodson (rec center): A little like *laughs giddily* no invinciblity.. Though I guess you could go around booting turtles if it made you feel big. *a sigh as she smooths water over herself* .. I'm so glad this place is open late. It has alot of personality.

Thomas Judge: "I paid that one shot use thing, I need a robin local like." He looks around the place when she mentions personality.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *she blinks and laughs, not getting all of that* um.. I like.. didn't understand any of that mr. Beefcake. Sorry.

Thomas Judge: He grins, "Robin pet, as in Robin hood, rhythms with good. Cockney slang, old ‘abits die ‘ard an all that. Am getting’ better with lemon"

Penelope Goodson (rec center): lemon.. .lime? rhymes with time? *she catches on, smiling* I'm going to have to remember that. Would be good for a character.

Thomas Judge: He nods as she gets it "Yeah thats it..character...?" He blinks "Alright luv, you lost me now."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Oh! I like .. write and stuff. mostly childrens books.. fairy tales.. that sort of thing. Your rhyming would appeal to kids. You know. make a Devilish Rogue or something. *she pushes a plump hand across her forehead* What is It you do?

Thomas Judge: He smirks "Devilish rogue, I like that china, thats sweet." He ducks his head under the water briefly coming back up with his hair soaking wet and runnign down his face, he wipes his eyes "I do freelance bodyguardin' like pet, protect folk."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): oooh! You weren't joking! *her powder blue eyes get big*wow! you must meet some interesting people doing that huh... you've never .. you know.. like.. killed anyone? *she cringes as she says it, pleasant features a little scared*

Thomas Judge: He takes note of her features as she cringes Poor lamb he thinks to himself "Nah pet, I ain't killed no-one bodyguardin', cracks a few skulls like, am thinkin' of gettin' out of that like an becomin' a firefighter though."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *that .. suprisingly.. makes her less comfortable, eyes widening further* Oh.. *she nods, wet hair dripping as she eases her bulk from the water to soak only her feet* well.. yeah.. I guess someone has to like.. fight fires. *she looks around the pool*

Thomas Judge: He looks at her and these reactions, trying to see what has her so uncomfortable

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Emp: 2,2,7,1,5,9,

Thomas Judge: A small frown, okay time to change subjects "So 'ow long you been workin' on the fish?"

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *her feet are a little overlarge, swishing in the water, toes short and stubby. she scratches at her neck, then gives Tom a cheery grin* on the fish?

Thomas Judge: "Fish hooks pet, as in books?"

Penelope Goodson (rec center): ooh! *a giggle as she reaches for a towel and puts it over her lap* um.. oh jeez.. as long as i could write i think. I'm a fount of imagination. least thats what i hope my publisher is saying.

Thomas Judge: "A publisher, sweet Pen, robin' for you, it's always nice to find sumthing you love to do."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): yeah.. *a sigh, she smiles and rises, wrapping the towel around herself best she can*.. I'm like.. cooking. I think the stews done. *Penelopewrings out her hair, starting to braid it and watching the handsome man a moment* So.. Whatcha doing now? Know any place thats open all night?

Thomas Judge: He watches her braid, those blue eyes looking in thought "Yer not talkin' 'bout a pub are you pet?"

Penelope Goodson (rec center): oh.. uh.. not really into pubs so much. *she laughs* or at all .. really.. I mean like.. someplace not so dingy. *her air is braided sloppily and tossed behind her with a slap agains her suit* I'm sooo not good in pubs.. Sorry. Have any other ideas.. I mean.. I'm new to the city.. just finding out whats open and whats not.. all that jazz

Thomas Judge: He sits in the hot tub and thinks, if he didn't go to a pub where did he go "Theres dinners an all that, think theres an all hours 10 pin bowlin' place pet."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Yeah! bowlings great! or a diner.. either or.. *she moves towards the change rooms.. hestitating and peeking in. a hand rubs her neck before she steps away from the door and looks back at him, uneasy.. *

Penelope Goodson (rec center): ... Like.. glow bowling? or the normal type?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl raises out of the swimming pool and stands with a shy smile with a glance about the place. Dripping wet in her skimpy emerald bikini she meanders over toward the hot tubs.. as a change of pace. She wanders, looking for something to hold her interest.

Thomas Judge: He stands "Glow bowlin, wat the hell is that pet?" He stands out body soaking wet and sore from his work out. He stretches muscles tightening his neck making a cracking noise as he moves it from side to side.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): oh! Its when thye like.. make everything neon and shut off all the lights.. *she trails off, looking into the darkened girl's change room. *

Penelope Goodson (rec center): d10: wp: 6,6,2,9,5,10,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: With a sly grin, Brigitte meanders up behind Tom approaching with a quiet splish splash of wet feet hitting tile. "Awwww.. and here I thought you didn't like the water.. It suits you."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Um.. I'll be right back, gotta get changed out my fish suit... *She dissappears into the change room*(put that before briggette arrives))

Thomas Judge: He looks over his shoulder a small grin "Came for the work out pet, key part of this one, HOT tub." He smiles looking over her form "Well you know water always suits you pet." He looks back where Pen was "..oh, Pen seems to 'ave done a runner."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *Greeny yellow light flits out of the changeroom, dancing on the walls*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a hand down her stomach with a tiny preen, stepping in close to the man. "Pen? The girl from the cafe you mean? She's adorable.. It's a shame she's straight." She gives a tiny sigh, grinning. "It was so much easier to pick up women a few months ago, love.."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *then its gone... if it ever was really there to begin with, light coming on inside*

Thomas Judge: "Of course pet, you were different then." a slight hardening of his jaw, darker times indeed.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, laying a hand on his chest with a weak lean. "Yeah." She lets a long pause go by, before adding. "I was thinking of another makeover soon. What do you think?"

Thomas Judge: He moves an arm lightly around her a few gentle pats to her back "Wat again?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, laying her head on his shoulder. "People treated me differently then. Better." her voice goes soft "I don't think I quite realized just how women are treated on the surface."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *and she busts out the changeroom door, In purple terry pants and a girly pink t-shirt, floral pattern of her bathing suit showing through wetting the thing. duffle bag in her hand, she looks releived to see Brigette, a smile on her face* Hey! Ameber!

Jarod Freeman: ((Guys mind a third infernal? *S*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over her shoulder before turning around. She leans up from Tom with a soft smile to the girl. "Hey there, love. Tom said you were here. How're you doing?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (there's always room for a jarod! *hugs*)

Thomas Judge: He looks back to Penelope "There you are pen." He rubs 'Ambers' back a moment "We will talk later, me an Pen were talkin' bout goin' bowlin' or sumthin'."

Thomas Judge: ((Go for it, swimming pool + defilers = Makes sense *g*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a soft laugh "I'm a terrible bowler. I could cheer you on, though. And fetch drinks."

Penelope Goodson (rec center): (oh yes.. 3 app 4's?.. poor poor penelope)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*giggles* ishhara pool party! woot!)

Penelope Goodson (rec center): I'm doin ok. Alive and kicking my heels *she giggles, moving away from the door to stand beside them* Bowling huh? SO long as its not glow bowling I'm up for it. I like to SEE when I'm like.. weilding a ten pound weapon of tossing doom.

Jarod Freeman: He steps into the pool area...the man is dressed for swimming. Of course he is...he loves the water. The usual outfit is doffed for a pair of loose trunks, his blonde hair hanging free...body already wet from the shower. He looks around as he comes out, offering Brigette and Thomas a little smile.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte looks back to Tom. "I guess if we're going I should get some clothes on. That is.. if it's alright.. I don't want to be a third wheel." She gives a shy smile to Penelope.

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Jarod Freeman: (you did get my xp pm, right?)

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((I think so, yeah. Will check in a few.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Jarod Freeman: (not urgent. I was just trying to make sure i remembered to send it.)

Thomas Judge: A nod to Jarod "Well I better get my stuff on, I'll meet ya out 'ere wen am changed Pen." He winks at the girl and looks to Brigitte "Yer call Amber, open invite, Jarod too if he wants" and wanders towel around waist to the mens changing rooms

Penelope Goodson (rec center): OH no! no way! *laughs and shakes her head..* thats totally cool. I think we're all riding unicycles tonight! *she does a double take at Jarod. blinks. whoa.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over when tom does, a bright smile flashed in Jarod's direction. She turns with a sly grin and bolts that way, looking like she very well might tackle Jarod into the swimming pool.

Jarod Freeman: He blinks as Brigette charges him, and pauses, caught like a deer in the headlights. Maybe he meant to do it. Who knows?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She launches from the ground and slings her frail arms around the man, dragging him into the pool with her with a loud splash. (assuming he doesn't resist. if he does i can roll for it)

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Yeah.. that- hey wait- *her jaw flaps as Tom leaves.. but then Amber taking off gets her attention again. she smoothes back a renegade strand of tangled wet hair and watches the festivities*

Jarod Freeman: ((No, he doesn't resist)) There's the slightest hint of a grin from him at the last instant, and then BAM! Off they go, into the pool with a loud SPLASH.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stays down for a while, delicate arms still wrapped around the man in an anxious hug. After a pause, she comes up for air giggling with a soft smile.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *Laughter peals from Penny as she goes to stand at the edge of the pool and make sure no one's floating unconscious*

Jarod Freeman: He hugs her back under the water, and then kicks with his legs, surfacing. He laughs some, a hand coming up to pull drenched locks out of his face. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" He splashes at Brigette, a move surprisingly playful for the normally serious man.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl leans into the splash with a wide grin. "I've been told." She leans over with a quick kiss to the tip of the man's nose. "Tom, Penelope and I are going someplace. Bowling I think. Do you want to come?"

Jarod Freeman: "After you just got me wet?" He sighs a little, grinning. "Oh, I sup-POSE..." He winks at her, treading water.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Penelope'd be me! Heya! Who're you? *she leans over the edge to offer him a plump hand*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a teasing look to him before turning and treading back to the ladder. "If I thought you minded, love.. I know how heartbroken you'd be if I mentioned leaving before you got to have at least one good dip. I know I'd be upset." She climbs out with a tiny preen, showing off her figure through her teeny string bikini.

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at Penelope, smiling a little. "I'm Jarod. Nice to meet you, Penelope." He reaches up and shakes her hand, staying afloat via kicking legs.

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles at Brigette's comment, watching her for just a moment, then shakes his head.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *she beams happily. It was like she'd stepped into a beautiful people convention or something*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans over and kisses the top of Penelope's head. "Be nice to her Jarod. I like this one." she gives a wink to the man and meanders toward the changing rooms. "I'm going to change. Be right back."

Thomas Judge: He walks back out, dark blue jeans and hoody on, a long leather coat reaching for his ankles, that superman logo big on his chest. Steel toe-capped boots finish the scene.

Jarod Freeman: "Will do." He grins a little and then swims to the ladder, climbing out.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte blows Tom a kiss in passing, then slips into the women's changing room.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *Penelope blinks and looks off after Briggette*.. Whooo.. well. she'd friendly.. *good natured laughter as she looks to Jarod* so you're coming bowling?

Jarod Freeman: "Sounds like, yeah." He nods a little to Penelope, smiling. "Not as good at bowling as I am at swimming, but we'll see."

Thomas Judge: He winks back to Amber and walks up by Penelope, watching the defiler in his element as it were.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): Yeah.. I suck at bowling.. but its something to do, huh? *she smiles and hoists her bag over her shoulder and looks over to Tom* Heya beefcake! Ready to go?

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little to Penelope. "Be right back, guys." And he heads to get changed himself, giving a last longing look at the pool. If only they didn't chlorinate it, they wouldn't have been able to pull him out...

Thomas Judge: He nods to Penelope with a cockney grin "Aye pet I'am, lets wait for the late comers an rock on eh."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: It doesn't take very long at all for the girl to towel the excess water from her body and slip her white sundress over her suit. She slips into her cardigan and comfy sandals, slinging her still wet hair about the dressing room with a wild smile. It'll be cold outside.. but warm in the bmw. Not too bad. She emerges and meanders back to where she'd left the others.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): *she nods* sounds like a plan sam.

Penelope Goodson (rec center): ((you guys ok to continue without a penelope?..getting distracted))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Mmm.. we could I guess.. *pouts*)

Thomas Judge: ((Yeah, you want her tagging along Chum?))

Penelope Goodson (rec center): ((naw. I'll have her duck out saying she'd gotta do something and then she'll maybe catch them at the bowling alley))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*nods* that's cool.)

Jarod Freeman: He quickly towels off, and gets changed. Back into the white collarless button-down, the jeans, the low boots, and the trench coat. He takes a look in the mirror at the stubble growing on his face...a little frown, not sure if he likes it or not. But he shrugs, combing his hair quickly back, and moves to head out and meet the rest.

Thomas Judge: ((Aww. *sulks*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte comes up behind tom, wrapping a dainty hand around his waist. "So.. am I driving, love?"

Jarod Freeman: ((*Hugs the Chumble*))

Penelope Goodson (rec center): (be back inna bit maybe. brains just not in it. see yas! *hugs*)

Thomas Judge: A small frown as Penelope goes pattign Ambers hand "I 'ave to say the only reason I suggested to go to the bowlin' was because she didn't mean the pub...but without 'er I don't see the point."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a tiny shrug. "We can do whatever you like. I wouldn't mind hitting up a rave." She casts a look of longing back toward the swimming pool.

Jarod Freeman: He looks from woman to man, head cocked to the side. "We lost Penelope?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug to Jarod. "Guess so. Maybe we were just too rowdy a crowd for her." She gives a sly grin up to tom.

Jarod Freeman: "Ahh." He nods a little and pops his neck to either side. "So what's the plan, then?"

Thomas Judge: He nods "Lass 'ad sum stuff to do." Looking down at the water then up again and to Amber "Why do you call yerself Amber?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. "Why do you call yourself tom?" She frowns looking down to the tile. "Sometimes I feel like an Amber." She doesn't appear to sound coy at all.. speaking truthfully.

Thomas Judge: He smiles "Suits ya pet, wat you gonna call yerself wen yer 'avin a change?"

Jarod Freeman: "Having a change?" He looks between them.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives another tiny shrug, looking to the exit with a tensing of her frail shoulders. "I don't know. It doesn't matter, really."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns and walks toward the exit, ignoring jarod's question.

Thomas Judge: He watches her "She 'as decided it is a man world, plus it was easier to pull lasses bein' a man." He taps him on the back and follows Amber

Jarod Freeman: Well, great. Two questions, completely ignored. He doesn't exist. He frowns deeply, and turns to leave.

Jarod Freeman: Well, at least Thomas answered. He nods a little and keeps moving.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She pushes gently out of the exit, wrapping her arms tightly around herself for warmth. She looks over her shoulder to the two. "Am I driving? I don't know where you guys want to go.."

Jarod Freeman: "So I repeat...what's the plan?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. "I'm up for anything, really. Just don't want to be left alone."

Thomas Judge: "Well am not really up for the bowlin't to be 'onest, Pen was just new in the city an a bit lonley, was just bein' the robin guy I'am."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte nods and leans against tom. If anyone can keep her warm.. it's the devil. "We can hit a bar if you like. Where would you like to go, Jarod?"

Jarod Freeman: "I'm not going to leave you alone, love." He smiles a little to Brigette. "You know that." And he clearly doesn't mean that in a 'keeping an eye on you' way.

Thomas Judge: Indeed his body is warm as always to the touch, he moves an arm around Amber, a freindly one rubbing her back as he listens to them "Amber mentioend a Rave, do you like them Jarod?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a loving smile to Jarod and a tiny nod, curling into Tom for warmth.

Jarod Freeman: "What, music?" He grins a bit to Thomas. "What do you think?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte nods and starts moving in the direction where she'd parked, digging in a pocket for keys.

Thomas Judge: A small smile "I don't usually do clubs or raves, but considerin' it is now all old skool crew, why not, one for 2006 an all that." Cough placed in his lips

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh. "Very old school, love." She unlocks the doors and quickly slips to the driver seat of the shiny silver bmw.

chum: ((figured out what it was. *laughs* if you guys head to a rave I'll drop on in with another char))

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles and shakes his head, moving along to the Beamer.

Thomas Judge: His zippo quickly follows lighting it "Don't mind me smokin' in the car do ya Amb?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl turns the key, filling the car with an annoyingly loud industrial mix. She gives a tiny smile to the rearview mirror, blowing herself a kiss.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head "Don't mind at all."

Thomas Judge: He cringes as the industrial comes on mummering maybe to him and Jarod "The more things change the more they stay the same.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: When Tom's in, she zips out of the space and off toward the rave scene.

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little and lights up his own clove, sitting silently in the seat. Eyes are out the window, expression a bit blank as they drive on.

Thomas Judge: He should really be at home, he could at least invite Jocelyn out but he still had doubts about Ouesti, BIG doubts.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte says nothing as well. Eyes to the pavement with a thoughtful look about her. Maybe it is time for another change. Can't be getting too comfortable.. just when things are going their best.. you never know.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls to a stop in a parking lot outside the rave she'd been told about earlier that evening. She cuts the engine and the blaring music and just.. sits there for a second. Still thinking.

Thomas Judge: "So you guys talked to Vic yet?" He takes another drag on his cough, might as well get something from them

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head. "I haven't. I'm.." She frowns. "I'm scared."

Jarod Freeman: "No. I've been busy with other things, I'm afraid." He looks to Brigette and smiles to her. "We're planning on talking to him as a duo. The three of us just hashing it out. We'll be fine."

Thomas Judge: He says nothing on that "The slayer is dead if you even knew about 'er, cherry took 'er down but 'as started...I can'rt put me finger on it, she just seemed off wen I last talked to 'er. But regardless she did a robin job, so all we got is big bad, when are you guys free to roll on that?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, looking down to her lap. "He's probably furious with me. I can't say I blame him."

Jarod Freeman: "I'm ready whenever you guys are, Thomas."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints with a confused look "Her? The slayer you two were after was female? Does that mean there's another one?"

Jarod Freeman: He pauses, looking between Brigette and Thomas.

Thomas Judge: "She was female in a kids body, right I 'ave a few phone numbers from Xander we can use an a Keiko an Sally to throw in the mix, will shake up Thadd as well he was in the wings, am thinking a weekend meetin', we all get together an hash it out."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "My host knew a man that was consorting with the lord of chains. I think it in our best interest to interrogate him."

Thomas Judge: "Did Cherry tell you about the coin she picked up?"

Jarod Freeman: "Who's Sally?"

Jarod Freeman: "And what coin?" That would be an obvious no to Thomas's question.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a tiny nod. "I was there when she picked it up. I distracted the man who had it before her, so that she could get it. That was right before the little bitch tried to kill me." She speaks softly in a hurt tone. Obviously not over the ordeal.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs and shakes his head, going quiet again as he looks out the car window.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, looking back down to her lap "I'm sorry."

Jarod Freeman: "Don't worry about it." He shrugs.

Thomas Judge: He looks really disapointed "Thats means baby didn't mention it either, are your courts actually workin' together at the moment, cos it doesn't sound like it." A small curt sigh "Sally is the new Slayer I found, fresh to New York, she 'as joined me circle an 'as been advisin' me on the enemy slayer, the coin is sumthin' Cherry found that 'as Zoroastrian bindin' script on it, am not tryin to jump the gun but considerin the focus of 'eaven an hell in there religion am thinkin' it is one of us, the question comes is it an earthbound or one of us actually 'bound' in the object by magic. Am gonna study it with cherry an find the truth." He shakes his head obvious not impressed by all of this

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over her shoulder to jarod with a confused squint. "Are you mad at me, love?"

Jarod Freeman: ((Thomas, that entire scene with Baby was implied that it was something to do between your circle and her, not involving the other Court. Because the other Court was doing nothing but being bad-mouthed, and told how Victor, Ouestucati, and everyone else wasn't being trusted.))

Thomas Judge: ((Ah, no problem, then stricken the baby from the records, still he would have thought Cherry would have mentioned something to Jarod at least))

Jarod Freeman: "I'm not mad at you specifically, no. I've just lost all faith in us. The lot of us." He opens the door and gets out of the car.

Thomas Judge: ((But the coin was an added extra brought in by cherry nothing to do with the Slayer, thats why he mentioned it then and like that, that was her find, sorry for the confusion I can see where it happened))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte frowns and steps out as well. She scurries behind jarod "Love.. talk to me. Please.. If something's bothering you.." She tries to slip an arm around the man's waist.

Jarod Freeman: ((No problem, Thomas. *S* Baby's not in the right, really...she is playing the courts off each other. But for a reason. *G*))

Thomas Judge: He steps from the car, leaning against it watching the two of them, it is hard when an Angel, or demon loses faith. He can see why though. He pulls out another cough lighting it waiting a moment to see how this plays out.

Jarod Freeman: He stops as Brigette curls her arm around her...a sigh, as tension sets in. "I'm getting sick of this shit, is all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans into Jarod, giving his waist a tiny squeeze "Do you have faith in me, love?"

Thomas Judge: "There is a cure." He states "We all come together."

Jarod Freeman: "I have faith in you...that you'll find your way out, love." He says it, staring straight ahead. "I'm also, to be honest, prepared for the possibility, no matter how miniscule, that you won't. I have faith in you. In Thomas. In myself, and in Baby. Sometimes, even in Victor, though that's less common every day. I do NOT have faith in all of us together." A look is thrown Thomas's way. "How do you think that will help? We can't even pass basic information along to each other, Thomas. It'll be no better when we've got everyone together."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a hand up Jarod's chest, listening quietly.

Jarod Freeman: "Hell, we can't even fucking trust each other," he mutters with a scowl. "We're too fucking busy trying to murder each other."

Thomas Judge: "Yes it will, you just made a mistake is all, we need to trim the roses, take a long 'ard look at ech of us and bring us together like he did, with a ruler an heads. It is really brave of you that you want to re-build mate an that takes courage but sumlemons you just 'ave to knock it all down the rotten foundations included an 'start' over. I 'ave faith in everyone of those that follow me, an them in me. You seem scattered an disorganised, we need stablity an order an levels, where creatures of it, we were made by it an sumlemons we just 'ave to do what were told, thats who were are."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns and gives Jarod a tight squeeze. "It.." it what.. will be okay? yeah, right. "I don't know what you want me to say, Jarod. We'll either figure it out.. or we won't. Stressing about it is only going to cloud our judgement. Let's dance tonight.. okay? We can get everyone together and meet this weekend."

Jarod Freeman: He laughs, a bitter edge to it, at Thomas's words. A shake of his head, and he looks over his shoulder to Brigette, nodding. "Dancing sounds good. Let's go."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses Jarod's shoulder and presses on to the rave entrance.

Abbey Randelle: *Rave? Abbey's there. Finishing off the last of a small water bottle, white hair already slightly sticky against her forehead. Long case down her back, she's leaning against the makeshift bar*

Jarod Freeman: He heads on to the rave with Brigette, scratching at his cheek. Through the door he heads, his mood instandly brightening as the sound of the music hits his ears.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Just before the blast of music hits, Brigitte hops up and lands a kiss just behind Jarod's ear. "I love you." She meanders into the rave with a soft smile about the place, looking to where she can get something to drink.

Abbey Randelle: *a long exhale through her nose. Grey eyes scanning for her assigned stalker. No sign of Piotr. But she supposed that didn't mean he wasn't hidden under some brass hussy*

Thomas Judge: He watches them walk in. cough in hand. Poor Guy he thinks and suddenly doesn't want to be hear, he knows he can't help them in crisis just as this, he tried when Ouesti was Eli and fucked it up, or as Jarod said Leave it too the muses. So he does pushing off the car making sure all the doors where locked for Amber and walks away from the rave no longer really in the mood if he ever was, there was still work to be done, he will be there when they are both ready.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl takes a lean next to abbey, flicking pretty eyes in search for someone to serve her a drink. She's patient enough, eyeing the other ravers with a hungry interest.

Jarod Freeman: He looks to her, smiling and nodding. "Love you, too." A little chuckle, and he watches her head toward the bar, arms folding over his chest.

Thomas Judge: ((And I'll leave you guys to it, the devil no longer in the mood. *hugs all round* thanks for the scene*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*hugs* thanks judas!)

Abbey Randelle: *abbey glances at the girl breifly. A polite smile to Jarod and Brigitte, before she slips to the dance floor. bottle left behind*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She calls out over the counter "Skyy on the rocks and a rum and coke, love." She casts an amused smile to Abbey. No no.. be good. But.. it's just.. too easy.. She smirks and pays for the drinks.

Jarod Freeman: ((*hugs Judas* See you!))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After scooping up the drinks, she heads back over to Jarod handing the rum and coke off to the man. "Here you are, love. You look like you could use it." She sips her skyy with a loving smile to the man.

Abbey Randelle: *cretins. All in her way. the icy wisp of a woman slides to the dance floor with minimal "accidental" elbowings, and pauses. ... she may be mobbed. BUT.. she was huiighly stressed and irritated.. so let someone touch her tonight. a deep breath, and she begins to move.. nerds "she likes to move" chattering through the speakers*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dancing. dif four: 2,7,10,5,3,10,2,6,

Abbey Randelle: d10: still dancin: 9,3,

Abbey Randelle: *She's used to dancing high above the rabble.. but it will do.. she finds her pace and begins to move like liquid moonlight, stark white in the strobe light*

Jarod Freeman: He smiles to Brigette and takes the drink gratefully. "Thanks." A good, strong draught from the glass follows, his eyes briefly scanning the crowd before looking back to the woman next to him. "I'm sorry about that. I hate being that bitter."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans into the man, curling an arm back around his waist. "Don't be sorry. It's good to get it out. I wouldn't have you any other way." She takes another long sip and leans her head against his chest. Comfortable and at peace. She glances over to the dancing queen a tiny smile forming when she sees its abbey.

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little at Brigette. "Thanks. Again." An arm slips over her shoulder, eyes turning back to follow her gaze toward Abbey...vaguely recognizing her from somewhere.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lets out a tired sigh, watching Abbey from where she stands. "She's one of tansy's friends. She hates me.. and she doesn't even know it."

Abbey Randelle: *she has no shortage of eager dance partners.. and no shortage of down her nose looks to give them. she stop mid dance. stops short. And simply looks at a tall man in leather pants that was attempting to sadwich her between him and his buddy. the musics far too loud to hear her.. but whatever he's saying hasn't impressed the albino any*

Jarod Freeman: ((Abbey...Tansy's friend... *Giggles*)) "Ahh." He sighs. "Remember...you have a new chance with many. Let those hatreds die with Elijah, love. Start anew."

Abbey Randelle: ((*laughs.. ass.. off*)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, watching Abbey in midst of the man sandwich. Brigitte pulls away from Jarod and makes a quick pace that way. She wraps a dainty arm around one of the men with a seductive grin, hoping to draw the attention off the seemingly helpless albino.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*G* no one ever accused ouestucati of being smart..)

Abbey Randelle: *whoops. the ..altercation.. has escalated. Apparently Raver thug one and two didn't come alone.. a gothed up girlfriend comes to beak at the pale crature still standing stalk still on the dance floor. Abbey folds her hands in front of her and raises her eyebrow, finishing in a murmer* - and i suggest you learn manners. Thank you. *she looks to brigette as the thug the woman's touched looks to her as well, expression of anger and outrage fading into.. hey pretty lady..*

Jarod Freeman: When Brigette heads off, Jarod smiles and heads off in his own direction, headed for the other man Brigette hasn't grabbed. His hand slides along the shoulders of a particularly fetching young woman as he walks, leaving her bhind. He's already partially dancing as he hits the floor, moving up to the man and leaning in to whisper to him.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey remains standing. waiting for them to run along. she had dismissed them. they should be leaving her to dance now. Her eyes fall on Jarod. a white eyebrow raises. where did she know him from?*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft smile, sipping her skyy. Teasingly she swings her hips to the beat and wraps around the man past abbey and away from the altercation with a come hither curl of the finger.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Manip+Intim. (WP): 5,4,5,4,4,

Abbey Randelle: *irritation wars with amusement well beneath the flawless porcelion mask of politeness. Ice radiates off her palpably as she watches and considers*

Jarod Freeman: He whispers words to the man...face pleasant. Well, he HAS been more intimidating in his time...perhaps he should have cheated, but if the woman is a friend of Tansy's...whatever he says is hardly effective.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: seduction: 4,10,2,2,10,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte curls her arm around the thug and starts dancing a couple of yards away. She leans up and kisses behind his ear, whispering.

Jarod Freeman: ((Ooh, on second thought, you know, they MIGHT fail a WP...what's the average mortal's WP? 3?))

Abbey Randelle: *raver punk A moves to dance with the hottie come hithering him... quite enthusiastic.. Raver punk B looks at Jarod incredulously, and abbey's left with only the snippy girl friend.. who's no longer paying attention to her anyway*

Abbey Randelle: (yep)

Jarod Freeman: d10: WP: 9,7,8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lmao)

Abbey Randelle: ((edit. raver snorts)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After murmering for the punk to meet her behind the building in ten, Brigitte meanders off trusting that he'll no longer be a problem. Not immediately anyway.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey quirks lips to Jarod, moving towards him and murmering* Sir, All is well. I assure you. Thank you however.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl wraps back around behind Jarod, slipping an arm around his waist with a soft smile to Abbey. She simply watches.. hoping that the girl doesn't do something stupid. She always seemed the type.

Jarod Freeman: ((Eesh.)) Jarod gives up on trying to be intimidating, and smiles at the man. A slight nod...he'll deal with the man later. The look is almost a little dark, before it vanishes quickly, looking over to Abbey with a gracious nod. "Of course. Just thought you could use a little aid...not that you didn't have it handled on your own, of course."

Abbey Randelle: Of course. *a slim white hand slips to the strap of her case, a glance at Brigitte. Polite smile.* I am quite capable. I assure you.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a long sip from her skyy, eyeing abbey with a curious intent.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I know." she says simply.

Jarod Freeman: "Point made." He nods to her, taking a drink of his rum and Coke. "We've...met before, haven't we? You do seem familiar..."

Abbey Randelle: *eye brow up ay Brigitte's comment. peculiar. glass grey eyes skate tp Jarod* I beleive so.. *a hand extended with practiced grace* Abbey Randelle. A pleasure sir.

Jarod Freeman: He takes the hand, shaking it. "Jarod Freeman. A pleasure...and this is my good friend, Amber." He looks to Brigette, smiling to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns when Jarod introduces her. Not feeling very Amber-esque right now. She takes a long sip from her vodka before cashing a soft smile to Abbey. "Hello, love."

Jarod Freeman: Hey, the man's not a mind-reader. He doesn't know how Amber-esque or Lela-esque she feels. An apologetic smile goes the girl's way.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses Jarod's shoulder, leaning weakly back against the man. A bit nervous. What if she knows?

Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her head* charmed. Do excuse me. *she slips towards a water vendor*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a releived sigh when she leaves, still leaning against Jarod. "I'm sorry, love.. I must be terrible company nowadays.."

Jarod Freeman: "You're not so terrible," he says with a little smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "If I recall, she's always like that."

Abbey Randelle: (and abbey'd head out of the rave)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, watching Abbey move off. "I think so." She wraps an arm nervously around her chest, taking another slow sip from the vodka.. downing the rest of the glass.

Abbey Randelle: *A man that looks remarkably like a shorter,thinner, more animated version of a certain hungarian moves from the wall, casting rudely aside the pretty brunette sucking on his tongue, and follows the albino out at a discreet distance*

Jarod Freeman: "It's all right, love." He slips an arm around her waist, squeezing a little. "You're okay. I'm here...you're safe."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, looking to the filthy rave floor. "I'm a burden. Everyone would have been better off if Cherry would have just killed me.. Or Tansy.."

Jarod Freeman: "Bullshit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She reaches up to run a dainty hand along her cheek, still with eyes to the floor. "You.. should stay and dance. I think I'm going to.. I don't know. Take a drive or something."

Jarod Freeman: His lips purse, watching her. "Lela...Amber...Ouest. Love. You shouldn't be alone. You had just said you didn't want to be left alone. And I'm not letting you be. Because I care." He leans down, resting his lips against her scalp. "You're trying to help me. Let me help you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, leaning into the man. "I need to find someone who can help me in ways you can't, love. You have Melody. I.. I don't have anybody. It.. bothers me. To feel so unwanted."

Jarod Freeman: "You're...not unwanted." He sighs. "Not at all...and you know that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lets an awkward silence pass.. well.. as silent as it can get with the booming techno in the background. She pulls back wrapping her arms tight around her chest. "She'll never be able to appreciate you, love. Not for who you really are. You know that, right?"

Jarod Freeman: He blinks at that. "What do you mean?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Have you shown her yet? What ~you~ even look like?"

Craig (obfscated): *Smoldering, Dangerous, and Intimidating. Craig is the "brooding tough guy" embodied. He's a hard muscled man... Square jaw, stubble, brown hair in a crew cut. Tattooes snake across his neck and down his back, full colored sleeves depicting all manner of gorgeous women coiled in the rapturous embrace of various multicolored serpents.. a sort of biblical tribute inked with style on a dark tan. A white wife-beater t-shirt clings to a sexy powerful body, baggy cargo jeans are scuffed and worn.. the man cuts an intimidating figure. Grey eyes smolder with a dangerous challenge from behind rose shades. yes rose. wanna fight about it? didn't think so. Full lips turn downward into a vulnerable frown that betrays his "unfeeling hard-ass" demeanor*

Jarod Freeman: "Yes." He nods a little. "The night you told me to, I did."

Craig (obfscated): *Raves. a Nessecary Evil. Craig struts inside with a hard "you wish" grin to a swooning rainbow goth girl, making for the darkened bar*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod. "So she knows everything, then? All of it. You've told her the good as well as the bad?"

Jarod Freeman: "Pretty much." He nods, looking up at the crowd suddenly, eyes scanning the people, falling on Craig for a moment.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She follows his eyes out of curiosity. When he stops on Craig she inches closer, leaning into Jarod's chest again.

Craig (obfscated): *An appreciative glance to the two beautiful people nearby, Craig snorts and growl out a demand for water, voice rocky and impossible to ignore* Got any water in this sweatshop?

Jarod Freeman: He shakes his head at Craig, sighing before looking back to Brigette.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I'm sorry." She mumbles.

Jarod Freeman: "For what?"

Craig (obfscated): *Craig watches the two beside him, growling with a stern look* hey.. this guy bothering you?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She reaches up to rub her face again. "For being jealous. I should speak of her like that. She's only ever been really nice to me."

Jarod Freeman: He opens his mouth to respond, but then looks at Craig, brow raising. "Pardon?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte looks to the floor.

Craig (obfscated): *aaah.. that would clarify a little, pretty woman getting a lowering of his shades, as though just realizing she's beautiful, he looks to jarod and cracks a hard smirk* thought you were bothering her. No Big deal. If she's not crying, We's Good. Aight?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks up with a pretty smile to Craig. She brushes a strand of naturally blonde hair from a fair cheek, eyes appreciative. It was always nice to see a kind gesture. Even if it was unneeded. She doesn't say anything.

Craig (obfscated): *he looks to brigitte to confirm she's ok, eyes smoldering on her, penetrating* Its alright? You say the word and I'll take this guy outside. *macho.. yes.. but that growl of a voice did things, naughty things in the pit of a person's stomach*

Jarod Freeman: He scowls at Craig a little bit. What the fuck had he done to look threatening, for Christ's sake?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shake of the head. "I'd be upset if you did that, love. He's fine, really. I'm fine." She steps away from Jarod and leans forward against the bar, calling to the person on the other side. "Another Skyy, please?"

Craig (obfscated): *He's still leaning nochalant on the bar, water now in hand, a nod* Right then.. *he jerks his chin at Jarod* see.. we's cool bra.

Jarod Freeman: He stays where he is, staying close to Brigette. His drink is finished up, and he moves to put it down on the bar.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile over her shoulder. "And another rum and coke."

Craig (obfscated): *he does what he's good at, broods, looking sexy and rough, draped in a languid pose against the bar. A blonde is flipping her hair. trying to get either his or jarods attention. Craig gives her a smirk, then waits for her to get brave enough to come to him*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She digs in her pocket for the cash and pays for the drinks, handing jarods off and taking a sip of hers. She blinks over to the blonde and offers a sweet smile. Never know..

Jarod Freeman: He nods to Brigette gratefully, pulling a clove and lighting it up with his Bic.

Craig (obfscated): d10: courage: 7,5,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte meanders back in the crowd. Maybe she could find someone to go home with.

Jarod Freeman: He watches Brigette go, sighing sadly. He shakes his head and takes a drag off the clove, before he picks up the rum and Coke.

Craig (obfscated): *a stiffening at the smoke.. Craig scowls at Jarod*

Jarod Freeman: He flicks his eyes over to Craig, not in the mood. "What?" It's practically an accusation.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips fluidly through the ravers, pretty eyes darting from person to person. shopping it seems.

Craig (obfscated): *Craig just scooooowls* Whats wrong with the chick? *he gravels*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She dances along, hips in full swing hoping to attract her kind of attention. Possibly the wrong kind..

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: boogie: 5,6,5,5,4,5,8,

Craig (obfscated): *his eyes are drawn, hooded. to the dance floor. well. she moved ok for a white girl. so thinks the caucasion.. ahem*

Jarod Freeman: "Nothing you need to be worried about," he says flatly, looking the man up and down. He vaguely considers...Tansy's friend is gone, maybe he can cheat now...

Craig (obfscated): *a gruff snort, he leans back and watches her. damn those lights. were it not for the spastic seizure lights.. he'd dance*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Maybe it's the vodka.. but she certainly isn't in her usual stride tonight. Need to clear your head girl.. can't even keep a decent beat. She wraps behind another female, an average looking glittergoth, and runs a hand around her waist moving along in time.

Jarod Freeman: He sneers a little bit and looks from Craig to the dance floor. His mood is ruined again...he tries to get into the beat, taking a little longer then usual to do so.

Craig (obfscated): *Craig is approached by a brave lace goth, who tries her best to tease him out of his dark miltonian brood. He allows her to do so, only slightly*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: With a hand still around the girl, brigitte looks over her shoulder back to craig and jarod casting a teasing smile in their direction.

Craig (obfscated): thast my cue to dance.. *he gravels, taking lacey by the hand and leading her to the dance floor near Briggite, a determinedly sour look on his face*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a wink to craig before turning back to the girl she was grinding against.

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at Brigette, and manages a little grin, even if it is a little muted. He nods to her, as if to say 'well done,' and then moves out onto the dance floor, heading toward Brigette and her dance partner for a little harmless evocative dancing.

Craig (obfscated): d10: slimetime!: 9,6,3,10,10,

Craig (obfscated): *he's a smooooooooth operater.. He dances like rough sex and fast cars, Muscles rippling artfully as he moves behind his lace goth, making her seem all the more delicate in comparison to his predatory grace, he watches Brigitte over his shades, eyes almost shut*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte blinks back over her shoulder to jarod, letting a girlish grin creep across her face. She abandons the glittergoth and turns to Jarod, reaching a dainty hand in his direction.

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles and takes her hand, sliding up close to her with that odd sort of look he gets when he gets out on the dance floor...that strange etherealness in his eyes. Closer to his element. He slips an arm around her waist, pulling her close to dance.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She's easily pulled, draping a delicate arm over his shoulders she begins moving along with the man following his motions with a loving smile.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Dancing (Abil. Apt.): 10,6,5,4,10,2,4,

Jarod Freeman: d10: Specialty: Music: 3,5,

Craig (obfscated): *Whoa hello.. he looks down at the lace goth trying to get his attention with wandering hands. an eyebrow raises as he growls* well.. lace doesn't make a lady anymore.. my kind of girl.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: shimmy: 9,7,6,5,3,7,10,

Craig (obfscated): *He'd get a response.. but she's staring at something.. and..oh look..its the pretty boy... Craig's eyes narrow*

Jarod Freeman: Oooh, yes. Completely in his element, moving with her, eyes locked on hers. The man understands the beat, moving with it, or perhaps it moves with him. All the bitterness and anger is gone, blasted away by the music. Nothing's there but the song, her, and him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl casts a soft smile looking to Craig from over jarod's shoulders, hips swinging wildly to the beat in near flawless time with pretty boy. She blows craig a kiss and continues to dance.

Craig (obfscated): *He's idly stroking a slavering lace goth and watching them, moving casually behind his partner*

Jarod Freeman: He's either so completely absorbed in his dancing and Brigette that he doesn't notice the look to Craig, or he just doesn't care. He certainly isn't paying attention to the many looks the skillfully dancing duo is getting. Why would he? He's not dancing with them...

Craig (obfscated): *he's among several that are basically just swaying, watching the pair with hungry eyes. the question was.. was he up for two?*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Caught up in the sensual fluidity of their movements, Brigitte leans in to lay a passionate kiss to Jarod's lips. Maybe he wouldn't notice.. worth a shot at least.

Jarod Freeman: He seems a little caught off-guard by it. It's only a moment, though...he actually finds himself returning the kiss, much to Jarod's surprise, way in the back of his head.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: This brings a sly grin to her face. She continues kissing the man, still swinging wildly to the beat with a hand wandering down to the small of his back.

Craig (obfscated): *kissing. Well. that ruled that out. He concentrates on the goth at hand, rumbling something into her ear and waiting for that glazed look of chemical lust. ... oh. there it is!*

Jarod Freeman: He finds himself completely absorbed in kissing the woman, in the dancing, in the music. He pulls her closer, still moving expertly, his motions becoming a little bit more sensual. Perhaps somewhere, back in his head, he's saying that this isn't right, but he's too wrapped up in it to hear it now, drowned out by the pulsing beat of the music.

Craig (obfscated): *he draws away from the two of them.. directing missy petite behind a speaker and kissing down her neck*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans sensually against the man, taking every opportunity she can to let her hands wander his form. When she hears the nearing of the end of the song, she pushes him back harshly with a shocked look on her face. Her bright green eyes sadden with a pained stare before she spins around and rushes away from the man, toward the bathroom.

Jarod Freeman: He blinks as she pushes him away, stunned...staggering a bit. First time he's ever done THAT on a dance floor...the creature that was dancing and kissing recedes, Jarod returning. He stares off after Brigette, shocked and guilty. Almost immediately, he starts to follow behind. He goes to call out, but stops as he realizes he doesn't know what to call her.

Craig (obfscated): *ah.. raves.. he clutches her too him.. passionate as all hell, and just as damning, absorbing her into him as he lets her slump against the speaker, noise blaring out deafeningly*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lets out a dry sob, pushing her way clumsily to the bathroom.

Jarod Freeman: His lips press together, teeth gritting. He picks up the pace, to try and catch up.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Dex+Athletics: 5,4,4,5,9,7,

Craig (obfscated): d10: wp: 6,9,5,2,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: dex+ath: 9,6,7,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte downs the rest of the vodka and drops the glass to the nasty rave floor on her way to the bathroom. Sobbing.

Craig (obfscated): *a hiss muted by the thump of bass as he feels her try and get into his head, he draws away and spits something back at her.. before making his way for the door, leaving her.. exhausted? behind a speaker. Bitch*

Jarod Freeman: Fuck. He stares after her helplessly as she hits the bathroom before he can get to her. Well, he damn well can't follow her into the ladie's room...so he heads toward the men's room, slipping inside. Enough people are stoned, hallucinating, and generally high...several probably speaking to themselves already. He heads toward a stall and slips inside. "Ouestucati," he murmurs almost inaudibly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips into an empty stall, leaning back against the door. She looks up to the ceiling, running a hand under her eyes. "Melioth.." she shakes her head with another sob. "You're terrible.."

Craig (obfscated): *he twitches his lips, stalking out the door and sheilidng his eyes against the sudden strobe as "Closer" plays. Good. A crowd favorite.. no one would find her until he was gone. He moves towards the door*

Craig (obfscated): (moves out the club rather)

Jarod Freeman: "I..." He sighs, leaning back against the wall of the stall. In the one next to him, a snorting sound comes, as someline does a line. "You kissed me, love. I'm sorry...I should have stopped right there. When I'm on the dance floor..." He shrugs, helplessly. "I'm more the old me then Jarod. I'm sorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives another sob, looking down to the dingy toilet "You were asking me to.. you kept touching me.. and.. the way you were looking at me.." She sniffles and shakes her head "This isn't fair.. you know how I feel about you.. I mean.. it's one thing to play with my feelings, love.. but now you're aiming to hurt Melody as well?"

Jarod Freeman: He winces. "I was dancing," he offers lamely, then gets a little more serious, more heartfelt. "I didn't mean to do anything, or ask for anything. I was just...sorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "It's not fair for you to tease me like this.. It's.. cruel."

Jarod Freeman: "I wasn't teasing you, love." He gets a frustrated look on his face. "Not on purpose, at any rate. Certainly not consciously."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slumps down the stall, sitting in a weak pose in the bathroom floor. "I changed my mind. It's better if I were left alone."

Jarod Freeman: "God dammit! I didn't do anything on purpose!" He slams his head back on the stall, drawing a startled yelp from the cokeheads next door. He ignores them and the pain shooting up the back of his skull.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sits there sobbing with her eyes to the nasty floor. Unable to think of anything appropriate to say. She cuts the invocation.

Jarod Freeman: A strangled sound of frustration from the man, and he shoves the door open, angrily pushing aside, much rougher then intended. It's not his fucking fault. She kissed him...he didn't mean to entice her. He pauses, shooting a glare at the women's bathroom, before stalking his way toward the door. Too many people pressing in. His sanctuary of the dance floor, his one truly safe place, has been defiled. A bitter, harsh sort of chuckle at that thought. Makes sense. I am a Defiler.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After letting about ten minutes pass, she mumbles softly through her sobs. "Melioth.. I love you. More than anyone else. You were always my favorite." before cutting it again.

Jarod Freeman: He's already a block away at that point...he's walking. She drove, after all. He stops, leaning against the wall, quickly glancing to make sure no one's around. "Ouestucati...were? What the hell does that mean?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She doesn't respond.

Jarod Freeman: "Oh, for fuck's sake..." He looks back, high-tailing it back toward the car and the club. "Don't do anything stupid, love. Please." Moderately pleading there, a hint of fear in his voice. She didn't cut it, so he knows it's still active.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She still sits silently on the floor in the stall of the ladies room. Sobbing.

Jarod Freeman: Car's still there. He pushes his way back into the club, looking around. Seeing no one, he heads for the woman's bathroom. Maybe the mortals'll be so stoned, they won't notice. Or care.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Under the door of her stall you can see the tail of her white sundress and can faintly hear the woman sniffling. She doesn't say anything.

Jarod Freeman: He comes in, pushing a couple of giggling "sk8tr punk" girls out of the way, and coming up to the stall. He knocks a couple times, doing his best to be gentle about it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She doesn't answer. The door stays latched with a rickity hinge.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs. "Love...let me in. Please."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sniffles and lets out another weak sob. "Just leave me alone.."

Jarod Freeman: He leans against the door, ignoring the ogling looks of some of the girls in the bathroom. "Why? Why do you think I would leave you here, in the bathroom of a random rave? Do you think I care that little for you?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I.. I don't know anymore, love. You hurt me.. on more than one level tonight." She wraps her arms tightly across her chest, staring to the nappy floor.

Jarod Freeman: "I didn't mean to do anything!" He clenches his jaw. "Jesus fucking Christ, love. I'm sorry!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I know you are.." she responds weakly "You're sorry that you lowered yourself to a simple a thing as kissing me. You're sorry that a peice of you.. wanted it."

Jarod Freeman: "No!" He's trying REALLY hard not to hit something in utter frustration. "I'm sorry because it fucking hurt you!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "You're denying yourself, Melioth. Inhibition is a tool of the host. He uses it to control his sheep. If you were really that adamantly against the idea.. you would have acted much differently. I didn't make you kiss me. It hurts my feelings that you'd imply that I did." She pauses "Maybe Jarod was opposed. But YOU.. weren't."

Jarod Freeman: "I'm not denying that." A baneful glare is tossed at a woman who enters, making her leave right quick. "I'm not denying it at all. I've never denied that. I wasn't saying no to the fact that I wanted it. I was saying no to that idea that that was why I was sorry. And that I was lowering myself by...that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stands slowly and opens the stall down with a pained look to the tile floor. She sniffles, not sure what to say to the man. "Why are you denying yourself of what you want?" She asks innocently, blinking up to meet his gaze. "We have an obligation. To lead by example, love. How can we inspire.. if we cant even give into our own feelings?"

Jarod Freeman: He looks at Brigette, sighing. Frustrated, angry, sorrowful, guilty. "Because I love Melody. She's...I don't know what I'd do without her, love. She's made me a better person. She's helped me inspire. She's everything that gives me hope in humanity."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "If she's all that grand.. why do you find yourself wanting another woman? Is there something you need to tell me, love? You know I'm always here for you.." She reaches out a loving hand to the man's shoulder.

Jarod Freeman: "I can't help who I am." He shrugs a little bit. "Do I find you attractive? Of course. Christ, yes. Do I love you?" He nods slightly. "Yes. We've been through so much...and yes, there's a lot that you can understand that Melody can't. There's things I can't tell her, because of who she is and what she does. Things I can tell you. There's even certain things she knows...but you truly understand." He shrugs again, helplessly. "I don't know what to say."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs her hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck pulling him close for a gentle hug. She murmers in his ear "I just want you to be happy. Everything that made me happy was ripped away from me.. I'm a mother who'll never see her children.. A muse that's failed to inspire.. in a world where I'll only ever been seen as a useless whore."

Jarod Freeman: He hugs her back, tightly. "You're not a useless whore, Ouestucati," he murmurs quietly, but heartfelt. "You're very much not either of those. And you have inspired. Thomas...myself. Others. Don't look only at your failures. It's easy to hate yourself for your faults, but difficult to love yourself for your strengths. You have them, and they're many. Love yourself, the way I love you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sniffles again and lays a gentle kiss to the man's neck. "We should get home.. it's been a long night."

Jarod Freeman: He nods slightly. "Yeah...I think home is a good idea." He pulls back a little, smiling a bit to her. "Enough excitement for one night. C'mon."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and wraps an arm around his waist, moving to slip out of the bathroom. (aaaaand i need to go to bed before i pass out. *G* i think she's done enough damage for one night.)

Jarod Freeman: ((Cool cool. *G* Thanks for the scene, hon. G'night!))