Laurel Hensley: "Ouestucati."

The girl is best described as "cute"...the all-American girl next door sort. Tall and thin, with shoulder-length, dark chestnut hair and cool blue eyes, one would imagine that if she gave a big, bright smile, she'd light up the room, and then some.  However, she doesn't much seem to be the type to give those wide smiles...her expressions are a bit more muted, softer. A pair of simple, unadorned glasses rest on her nose. The rest of her is fit, and well-proportioned enough...certainly not so much to be voluptuous. More athletic, though she seems to have a more scholarly look to her then a sporty look. She gives off a general feeling of being quite approachable, even if there is a keener, more discerning look in her eyes. She's sitting in a park on campus at Mercy College...on a park bench, smoking a cigarette. Dressed in Laurel's clothes...a white T-Shirt and jean jacket, with jeans to match the jacket. "Love, it's me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is sitting in a random alley near staten island. Sobbing. A tiny storm raging around her, soaking the frail shivering girl. Her white sundress drenched. She momentarily ignores the voice in her head.

Laurel Hensley: "Love...Love!" She frowns and looks around, glad that it's late. No one comes to random parks at night on a college campus. "It's Melioth. Talk to me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks, looking up. Her pretty face getting soaked. M.. Melioth?

Laurel Hensley: A soft smile, pained. "Yeah." Her lips rolls nervously between her teeth, and she curls a lock of hari behind an ear. "I'm still here."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: He gives a faint squint, the rain letting up. She runs a tiny hand over a shivering bare arm. I.. I dont..

Laurel Hensley: "Ouestucati." She rises to her feet, looking up. "It's me. I'm here. I'm...not Jarod anymore. But..." She trails off, shrugging a little bit as she chews on her lip. "I'm still here," she repeats.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She continues to sob, a hopeful smile about her. She slowly pushes herself up to her feet. Melioth.. where.. who.. are you? What happened?

Laurel Hensley: "I'm...Laurel. Laurel Hensley." She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Nia...~fucking~ Nia called me. Her boyfriend beat her...caused a miscarriage. I went to take the little shit out once and for all, and..." She sighs helplessly and shrugs, eyes casting guiltily to the ground. "Tougher then he looked. Stronger, too. I'm at Mercy College, in White Plains."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her eyes narrows subtly Nia?

Laurel Hensley: She looks up suddenly, jaw setting a bit. "Miscarriage, love. As in, killed her unborn child." She takes a drag off the cigarette and shakes her head. "Doesn't matter anyway. Should have let him finish it."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Can.. I come see you? I.. She stammers a bit, relief and concern aparent

Laurel Hensley: She nods slightly, the harder expression easing away. "As quick as you possibly can. I'd come there, but Laurel doesn't have a car. Or know how to drive."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stumbles down the alley. She stops to let out a series of sneezes, having caught a cold from sitting out in the rain. I.. The SUVs around here.. somewhere..

Laurel Hensley: She nods slightly. "You ever get out to Nia's home? Mercy College isn't that far away from it."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: No. she says almost bitterly. I never made it out that way. She stumbles into the escalade and starts driving toward the college. Quickly.

Laurel Hensley: She takes her glasses off and rubs at her nose--a Jarod reaction, odd on the girl--and gives directions to the college. "Head to the student union. It's the big building up front. I'm right outside it." A brief pause, and she looks up once more, nervous and tentative. "I love you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her eyes soften, listening to the strange voice. I.. love you too.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles a bit. "I'll see you soon. Eyes on the road." A little wink, and she lets the invocation cut off, sitting back down on the bench to wait.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. Eyes to the road. No more death this week. She makes it there in record time, being a bit of a speed demon as it were. She finds the place alright, having partied on that campus before.

Laurel Hensley: She's keeping her eyes out for the SUV, having gotten up and started pacing. She rolls her shoulders, frowning at her clothes. Definitely need new clothes. When she sees the Escalade approach, she takes a deep breath, waving toward it. Here goes nothing.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She pulls up and comes to an abrupt stop, slinging the door open and nearly falling out of the huge vehicle.

Laurel Hensley: She winces when Brigette stumbles out and hurries to the driver's side door, hands coming up to stabilize her. "Careful, love..." A quick look around the vicinity, before she helps Brigette out of the car. "You're okay. Easy."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: When she hurries to her side, Brigitte wraps weak arms around the girl. Meli... I thought.. I was so worried..

Laurel Hensley: She hugs Brigette back, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "I know. I'm sorry...I was stupid. I just...are you okay? I mean, the pregnancy, are you..." She bites her lip nervously.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks a bit, not having thougt about it. Being the flake that she is. I.. I dont.. I mean.. I think its fine.. I was so worried about you that.. I just.. She clings weakly to the girl.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles weakly and nods. "I know. I'm sorry." She kisses the other girl's cheek and then pulls back slightly, reaching up to reset the glasses on her nose so she can look at Brigette. She smiles to her. "I was worried I wouldn't see you again. But we're here. It's okay."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: He offers a loving smile to the girl. Is.. Nia..?

Laurel Hensley: "I don't know." She shrugs a little bit. "I heard her die as I was fleeing from the house. I haven't looked for her yet. Had to get my head in order...then I contacted you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, wet hair sticking to her pretty face. Why would she.. I dont understand why shed put you in that kind of a situation..

Laurel Hensley: Laurel frowns a little bit. "I have an idea. Because she knew I'd kill Gunther. And I don't think she had the spine to do it herself. She wanted to be the good little angel who didn't fall, she tripped." That last sentance has a mocking tone to it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte runs a loving hand along Laurels jawline. Trying to get used to the new face. I never trusted her.. She says quietly. Not wanting to sting anymore than it already must

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little bit, eyes dropping guiltily. "Should have listened. I'm sorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Dont be. She says sweetly. Lets get you home.

Laurel Hensley: "Home." She says the word softly. Her eyes rise back up to meet Brigette's, and she smiles faintly, nodding a bit. "Yeah...yeah, I'd like that." She takes a step back, arms spreading out from her sides a little bit. "So...what do you think? How's the new me?" A little grin, slightly nervous.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She offers the same loving smile. Beautiful as always, my love. Those glasses are simply adorable..

Laurel Hensley: She smiles a little bit, instinctively reaching up to adjust them. "Not so much a fan of the glasses myself. Or the fashion sense. But we can work on those. I'm glad you like." She moves to slide around the front of the SUV, to get into the passenger's side.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte climbs back into the driver seat and takes a breath before starting it up. The music is off for a change. At the offchance that she was invoked while drivin.g

Laurel Hensley: She takes a deep breath and sighs, leaning back in the seat...revelling in the touch of something familiar to the soul, as opposed to the body. "Is everyone...err, how is everyone?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny frown. I.. Im not sure. After I heard the news.. I.. I didnt really talk to anyone. No one seemed to want to talk to me either..

Laurel Hensley: "Sorry it took so long, I just..." She shuts her eyes and leans her head forward, hands rising to run through her hair. "Confusing. I'd forgotten how damned confusing it was. And it...almost seemed worse this time. Jarod's still sort of there, now Laurel...I wanted to contact you immediately, but..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod. Love.. I understand.. remember? You faired better than I did.. Im assuming you werent chased by an overly concerned medical staff out of a security laden mental institute..

Laurel Hensley: "Point." She can't help a little grin with a side of bitterness. "Though there is a music teacher who's probably still very freaked out about the thing trying to possess his secret lover on the side."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Oh.. so you have a lover now? She asks, unable to hide the hint of jealousy in her tone.

Laurel Hensley: She snorts. "Please, love. I...she did. And he ran all sorts of screaming scared while I tried to push my way in. Hell, you're lucky I have taste, or I'd be a middle-aged jerk with a wife."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, eyes on the road. Id still love you. She says quietly.

Laurel Hensley: "And I'd still love you." She sets her hand lightly on the other's arm. "And I do."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gains a content smile, making the drive back to staten island. After a long pause she says quietly. Ill.. get to the doctor tomorrow.. just in case.

Laurel Hensley: "Probably a good idea," she says with a nod. "Better safe then sorry. You mind if I come with?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: You know I dont mind. Though.. what are we going to tell Doctor Ross? Concerning.. who you are?

Laurel Hensley: "Hmmm..." She frowns thoughtfully and considers that. "Just a friend? Say, Jarod had to...I don't know. Something. He's missing, he hasn't been around or something, and you're distraught and worried, so I've come to help you through it?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns. It was all over the news, love...

Laurel Hensley: She blinks. "It...I haven't been watching for it. Figured another murder in this city wouldn't be noticed. It was?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She purses her lips. Aparently Eugenia had made a name for herself with her little sculptures.. and.. with your past.. There are all sorts of stories printed up. Look in the glovebox.. I clipped a couple..

Laurel Hensley: She frowns and opens up the glovebox, pulling out the clippings to look through. She scowls a little bit. "You know...you do one or two scat films to make a quick buck pre-possession, and suddenly, your ingominious death in a seemingly random woman's house is newsworthy. What the fuck?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. Its a bitch...

Laurel Hensley: "Apparently. That makes sense." She sighs and tosses the clippings back in the glovebox, shutting it. "Last time I make that mistake."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a deep breath, trying to let it all sink in. Going quiet for the time being.

Laurel Hensley: She looks out the window quiet for a moment. "If she's made it back, I think she's probably going to assume I'm still ready to run to her rescue, and still like her. Think it's about time we started to use that assumption in our favor."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gains a tiny smile. I like your line of thinking, love.

Laurel Hensley: "Thought you might." She smirks a little bit. "Little bitch sent me in to do her dirty work. Now it's time for her to return the favor."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gains a wildly amused smile. Anything I can do to help?

Laurel Hensley: "Still formulating. And waiting to see if she makes contact. But if she does..." She grins a little bit. "We'll see what we can find fo her to do for us."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a happy little sigh. Sweet lucifer, I love you.

Laurel Hensley: "I love you, too." She leans over to kiss Brigette's shoulder, then jaw, before settling her head on the other's shoulder.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She eventually pulls into the club parking lot. Finally home. She stays there with the key in the ignition for the time being. Just.. sitting.

Laurel Hensley: She lifts her head to stare at the front of the club a moment. Home. Her eyes turn to Brigette, watching her curiously a moment. A bit of worry for the woman showing on her face. ((Laurel: d10: Per+Emp: 3,7,7,7,1,2,)).

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She makes no effort to hide her feelings from the girl. Theres a hint of betrayal, bitterness possibly at his involvement with Nia. Confusion, hurt. Also the obvious love and relief.

Laurel Hensley: "I was never...with her, love. Not beyond the one time. Before you and I..." She smiles a bit and reaches out to run her hand over Brigette's cheek. "I cared about her a lot. I was worried about her. I felt...guilty. Because she said she'd gone to that...to Gunther, because I had chosen you. She kept loading all this crap on me about how she just wanted it to be better for all of us. And I was stupid. I bought into it. But never once, throughout all of that, did I ever consider being with her over you. Or at all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks out the window with a tiny frown. Thinking to herself.

Laurel Hensley: "I'm sorry." It's about all she has left to say. "I should have listened to you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shake of the head. It.. doesnt matter, love. Its fine. She moves to take the key out of the ignition and opens her door with a weak hand.

Laurel Hensley: A hand reaches out, across Brigette's body to catch her far shoulder, and Laurel turns Brigette toward her. She leans in and kisses her, hard. Passionate...desperately loving.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte returns the gesture with an equivilent passion. Reaching up to run a frail hand along the other womans jawline. Enjoying the moment.

Laurel Hensley: She shivers a moment, sighing into the kiss, and after a long, long moment, pulls away. She smiles, a little dazed, and brings a hand up to bruch over Brigette's hair. "Never thought i'd think you weren't driving fast enough. I've been waiting to do that since I saw you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans forward toward the woman. A loving smile. I would have pulled over.

Laurel Hensley: "Yeah..." She chuckles softly. "But then we might have gotten arrested, because I don't know if I would have been able to stop. And besides...it's somehow...more right here. Home."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to the woman. Lets get you to bed. Youve been through a lot..

Laurel Hensley: "Bed sounds very good. Especially if it's not a damn dorm cot."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte starts to climb out again. Carefully this time, as not to worry her. Same bed as always, love.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles and slips out the other side of the Escalade, shutting the door behind her, before she moves to follow Brigette inside. Things are starting to feel right again.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips her arm weakly around Laurel, leading her in. Shell stop at the door and have words with William, introducing him to Laurel and promising to explain later before making her way up.

Laurel Hensley: William nods a little bit, looking Laurel over briefly, and perhaps a bit confused by the familar smile Laurel gives, as if she knows him. Laurel just shrugs a little bit and lets her eyes wander the club as they pass through, leaning a bit on Brigette the whole way up.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leads her down the hall. Did you want me to run you a bath?

Laurel Hensley: The look she gives Brigette is positively adoring. "A bath would be amazing, love. Only showers on-campus."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives her a soft kiss to the cheek before meandering off to do just that.

Laurel Hensley: Laurel looks after Brigette with a little smile and then looks around the hallway with a sigh. Things looked surprisingly taller from a mere inch or two shorter. She slides off the jean jacket, following along behind Brigette.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The clubs been busy. She says quietly. Downstairs and above. Urians crew are making themselves comfortable.

Laurel Hensley: "I imagine they are." She says it with a slightly dry tone as she drops the jacket nearby. A little shrug. "That's what it's here for, though. Sanctuary." The rest of the clothes follow, and she rolls her neck around, trying to work the tension out a bit. "We should get together with Victor. Alister too, if we can...talk about where our efforts would best be directed."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. Get everyone together, love. We need to have a nice long talk.

Laurel Hensley: "Yeah." She nods. "And we'll do it right this time. No half-assing it...no falling off track. We can't afford to anymore." She comes over to the top, lifting a leg and settling it into the water...a joyous smile, eyes closing, before the other foot joins, and she settles in for a long bath.