03.24.2016
The Back Alley
It was a good night, chilly, but good. Keirra sported her normal skinny jeans, hooded jacket outfit, with her beloved boots. They didn't make a single sound when she walked, and though they smelled like death, and were worn to hell, she loved them. The bottom of the bottle had been reached, and Keirra was...strangely glowy. She'd spent the day with Mark, who'd gotten her to smile, and eat, and had branded her with a tattoo on the nape of her neck. The tattoo in question was covered by a bandage beneath the high ponytail that her hair was yanked up in. She might have gone home and gone to bed, but there were some things even Mark couldn't fix. So she walked, and she drank, and she stumbled.
Saila was prone to late night wandering. The girl almost never slept, and for a creature who seemed so social, she spent an inordinate amount of time alone, generally between two a.m. and dawn. Tonight was no different, though her wandering seemed a little more frenetic than normal. She was three bottles in and had only just cracked her fourth, not that it did anything. There was also a sucker that was a deep, brilliant, cerulean blue planted firmly between her teeth and her cheek -- that accomplished a little more. In black jeans slung low on her hips, a black t-shirt with some metal band logo on it that probably wasn't hers and a black leather jacket, Saila walked. The bottle in one hand and a cigarette, of all things, in the other, she'd turned into the alley mostly because she was apparently a glutton for punishment. Not so surprising to find someone she knew within its depths, only surprising that it was Kierra, and not some far more hazardous ghost. A humorless smile touched her lips. "Y'can't sleep either?"
The alley had always made Kierra jumpy, it was the place where she'd first been attacked--the place where she'd lost the ability to die in the first place. So when Saila's voice trailed out to her, those eyes snapped upwards and the grip on the bottle had tightened. Soon, she relaxed, finished it off completely and nodded, "Yeah, sleep doesn't usually like me," said Keirra as she moved closer. The company of a power sucking superhero wasn't something she'd likely turn down, especially since the two of them were friends. "What's going on? What're you doing out and alone so late? I'm not witnessing a walk of shame, am I?" asked Kierra.
For Saila's part, the alley was where she'd first learned even the vaguest hint of desire. Being here conjured images of Kierra, of course, but far stronger were the memories of the way Coilin had lifted her, pushed her against a wall, leaned into her to exchange secrets in a semblance of privacy. The way the things she'd felt had made her panic, say stupid things that had led to nearly a month of miscommunication. What she remembered most, though, was the very thing she wanted least on her mind. Ugh. Her smile was tight, a brittle thing as she lifted the stolen cigarette to her lips, dragging fiercely. Ten minutes a smoker and already she was a pro. "Nope. Not tonight. I almost never sleep, and.. precious little scares me." Except, y'know. Penguins and feelings. "I walk these streets a lot when everyone else is sleeping or.. otherwise occupied." Brows furrowed suddenly, exhale. "What are you doing here?"
What was the point in hiding secrets? Saila took them, chewed them, and swallowed them. "I uh..." There was a nervous laugh, "...back when I'd first arrived here, I came here one night. I'd just slept with Mark, and the whole family found out about it.. I tried to cut through to get home quicker, but I ended up running into trouble," she eyed the cigarette and tested her fate once more. "You got an extra?" Focus was not her forte. "Right uh.. Some jackhole attacked me, and I thought I was going to die that night, but I didn't... After that night, I couldn't die at all anymore," she said, propping herself up against a dumpster. "I come here when I'm feeling reckless, when I wanna test my fate."
Saila gave her a grim smile, shaking her head. No, she didn't have an extra. But she did have this one? It was offered out to her anyway. "I.... yeah. I knew... all of that, actually." Her expression is almost sheepish, at least? "I just. Felt like it was important to ask. Y'reversed that recently, though. Didn't you?" Once the cigarette was handed off, she was prying the cork out of the new bottle. The sucker wasn't working fast enough, so more booze to the rescue!
Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Keirra paled a bit. She coughed, not because she wasn't used to smoke. She'd smoked enough pot in her life to know how to abuse her lungs properly. No. She was surprised that Saila had pulled that from her. "You.. Haven't told anyone about that, have you?" she asked, merely because she didn't want to freak Quinn out if Voodoo's vision would come to light. Another drag was taken and then she handed it back.
Saila shook her head, tapping her chest with her free hand, that same colorless smile just barely curving pale lips. "Nope. I'm a lockbox, I am." By way of explanation, her expression softens a little. "...To be fair? You were super drunk. I wasn't trying to read you, it just... sorta happened anyway. I'm sorry." Her hand falling back to her side lifelessly, she took a deep breath and let it out again slowly. Irritation crossing her brow, she kicked at an empty bottle laying on its side, sending it skittering -- the sound amplified by the echoing silence of the alley-- into the corner of a metal dumpster, where it broke. Oops. She flinched a little at the unexpected sound of shattering glass. "Whoops. Sorry."
"No, no.. I know, it's cool.. Just, don't want people freaking out or anything.. I didn't do it because I'm suicidal, just did it because.. I don't wanna live forever, y'know?" Then the bottle went sailing and shattering and she smiled. "No, don't apologize. That's like... The best way to get out your frustrations. You just.. Throw them away." Her own empty was sent after it, she hurled it and shattered the glass against the wall.
Saila grinned, and it was a genuine smile. Maybe her first of the night. "...You're right," she conceded. "That's actually pretty cathartic." There was at least one other empty bottle in her bag, she dug through it until she could put her hands on it. Pulling it free, she followed suit, throwing it after the little Rogue's, as hard as she dared. The subsequent crash was strangely satisfying, and she laughed. "That's.... that's great," she says, her laughter threatening to spill over.
Keirra grinned right on back and opened up the dumpster to fish out empties. She collected a few, balancing in a weird way on the lip of the bin. It almost seemed inhuman, the way her hands were so fast, the balance she had. Eyes shifted back to Saila, and she passed over some empties before walking to another part of the can and fishing out a few more. "So, what's got you in a bottle hurling mood?" she asked, hopping down and landing on the tips of her toes.
Saila was used to unusual feats in the people she knew, though she watched in silence, anyway. She was just wondering whether she'd have to fish the pint sized thief out of the dumpster when the girl landed, slick as a cat, eliciting a grin. She might be overwhelmed with Stupid *** Feelings but by god she could still be impressed. "Nicely done." Pondering an answer to that question as she juggled an arm full of empty bottles, Saila took a final drag off the cigarette, offering it out to Kierra one more time. "...Y'ever... made a really stupid decision, because you knew it'd prevent you from making a substantially worse one?"
Taking the cigarette, she killed it and tossed it aside. "Uh...no," answered the rogue honestly, as she brushed herself off and lined up the bottles so that they could be thrown. Then she was fishing out the empties from her own bag, and there were like..****, ten of them in there. "That really has more to do with me being an idiot.. I don't really think about my decisions. I just sorta... Do...things, and deal with **** later. Why, what did you do?" she asked with a wide-eyed glance in her friend's direction and pulled out a full bottle, uncapping it and taking a long pull.
Oh cool, there was more booze. That would come in handy when Saila ran out. She picked up one bottle, turning it over in her hands, nose wrinkling a little at whatever it was that it told her. With a sigh, the teenager shook her head. Educational, anyway. "Mm. I...might.. have gone home with someone I shouldn't have." Rubbing absently at her jaw with her free hand, her gaze focuses suddenly, and she hurls the bottle she's holding into the wall with more force than before. It ricochets, glass shards everywhere. "But I was lonely and feeling reckless, and it kept me from calling... someone else."
"Ahhh.. You **** someone you shouldn't have to keep yourself from knocking boots with Coilin?" she asked, taking a bottle of her own, lifting and hurtling it to try to match Saila's force. "...What's the problem? You were safe, right? ****balls, did.. Did Quinn find out?" she asked with wide eyes.
Saila's laugh was short, and harsh. She shook her head. "Yeah, that's it exactly. And **** no, he doesn't know." A pause, and her brows furrowed more deeply. "****. He didn't know. Now he probably does. Gods I hope he's asleep..." Trailing off, the girl rubbed her forehead, tucking tendrils of purple behind her ear. Her ponytail, perky before, had started to droop with the passing of the hours. Before she picks up another bottle, she rubs at her left wrist, like maybe covering the seal there in an extra layer of skin and bone will somehow prevent the transfer of information. Be asleep, Quinn. Please oh please be asleep. "Nah. He just." Frustration evident in mismatched eyes, Saila shook her head, snagging another bottle from the line and throwing it with yet another satisfying crash. "It was just supposed to be stupid, meaningless fun. Instead it got all... complicated." Saila was reeeeeally beginning to hate that word.
The Back Alley
It was a good night, chilly, but good. Keirra sported her normal skinny jeans, hooded jacket outfit, with her beloved boots. They didn't make a single sound when she walked, and though they smelled like death, and were worn to hell, she loved them. The bottom of the bottle had been reached, and Keirra was...strangely glowy. She'd spent the day with Mark, who'd gotten her to smile, and eat, and had branded her with a tattoo on the nape of her neck. The tattoo in question was covered by a bandage beneath the high ponytail that her hair was yanked up in. She might have gone home and gone to bed, but there were some things even Mark couldn't fix. So she walked, and she drank, and she stumbled.
Saila was prone to late night wandering. The girl almost never slept, and for a creature who seemed so social, she spent an inordinate amount of time alone, generally between two a.m. and dawn. Tonight was no different, though her wandering seemed a little more frenetic than normal. She was three bottles in and had only just cracked her fourth, not that it did anything. There was also a sucker that was a deep, brilliant, cerulean blue planted firmly between her teeth and her cheek -- that accomplished a little more. In black jeans slung low on her hips, a black t-shirt with some metal band logo on it that probably wasn't hers and a black leather jacket, Saila walked. The bottle in one hand and a cigarette, of all things, in the other, she'd turned into the alley mostly because she was apparently a glutton for punishment. Not so surprising to find someone she knew within its depths, only surprising that it was Kierra, and not some far more hazardous ghost. A humorless smile touched her lips. "Y'can't sleep either?"
The alley had always made Kierra jumpy, it was the place where she'd first been attacked--the place where she'd lost the ability to die in the first place. So when Saila's voice trailed out to her, those eyes snapped upwards and the grip on the bottle had tightened. Soon, she relaxed, finished it off completely and nodded, "Yeah, sleep doesn't usually like me," said Keirra as she moved closer. The company of a power sucking superhero wasn't something she'd likely turn down, especially since the two of them were friends. "What's going on? What're you doing out and alone so late? I'm not witnessing a walk of shame, am I?" asked Kierra.
For Saila's part, the alley was where she'd first learned even the vaguest hint of desire. Being here conjured images of Kierra, of course, but far stronger were the memories of the way Coilin had lifted her, pushed her against a wall, leaned into her to exchange secrets in a semblance of privacy. The way the things she'd felt had made her panic, say stupid things that had led to nearly a month of miscommunication. What she remembered most, though, was the very thing she wanted least on her mind. Ugh. Her smile was tight, a brittle thing as she lifted the stolen cigarette to her lips, dragging fiercely. Ten minutes a smoker and already she was a pro. "Nope. Not tonight. I almost never sleep, and.. precious little scares me." Except, y'know. Penguins and feelings. "I walk these streets a lot when everyone else is sleeping or.. otherwise occupied." Brows furrowed suddenly, exhale. "What are you doing here?"
What was the point in hiding secrets? Saila took them, chewed them, and swallowed them. "I uh..." There was a nervous laugh, "...back when I'd first arrived here, I came here one night. I'd just slept with Mark, and the whole family found out about it.. I tried to cut through to get home quicker, but I ended up running into trouble," she eyed the cigarette and tested her fate once more. "You got an extra?" Focus was not her forte. "Right uh.. Some jackhole attacked me, and I thought I was going to die that night, but I didn't... After that night, I couldn't die at all anymore," she said, propping herself up against a dumpster. "I come here when I'm feeling reckless, when I wanna test my fate."
Saila gave her a grim smile, shaking her head. No, she didn't have an extra. But she did have this one? It was offered out to her anyway. "I.... yeah. I knew... all of that, actually." Her expression is almost sheepish, at least? "I just. Felt like it was important to ask. Y'reversed that recently, though. Didn't you?" Once the cigarette was handed off, she was prying the cork out of the new bottle. The sucker wasn't working fast enough, so more booze to the rescue!
Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Keirra paled a bit. She coughed, not because she wasn't used to smoke. She'd smoked enough pot in her life to know how to abuse her lungs properly. No. She was surprised that Saila had pulled that from her. "You.. Haven't told anyone about that, have you?" she asked, merely because she didn't want to freak Quinn out if Voodoo's vision would come to light. Another drag was taken and then she handed it back.
Saila shook her head, tapping her chest with her free hand, that same colorless smile just barely curving pale lips. "Nope. I'm a lockbox, I am." By way of explanation, her expression softens a little. "...To be fair? You were super drunk. I wasn't trying to read you, it just... sorta happened anyway. I'm sorry." Her hand falling back to her side lifelessly, she took a deep breath and let it out again slowly. Irritation crossing her brow, she kicked at an empty bottle laying on its side, sending it skittering -- the sound amplified by the echoing silence of the alley-- into the corner of a metal dumpster, where it broke. Oops. She flinched a little at the unexpected sound of shattering glass. "Whoops. Sorry."
"No, no.. I know, it's cool.. Just, don't want people freaking out or anything.. I didn't do it because I'm suicidal, just did it because.. I don't wanna live forever, y'know?" Then the bottle went sailing and shattering and she smiled. "No, don't apologize. That's like... The best way to get out your frustrations. You just.. Throw them away." Her own empty was sent after it, she hurled it and shattered the glass against the wall.
Saila grinned, and it was a genuine smile. Maybe her first of the night. "...You're right," she conceded. "That's actually pretty cathartic." There was at least one other empty bottle in her bag, she dug through it until she could put her hands on it. Pulling it free, she followed suit, throwing it after the little Rogue's, as hard as she dared. The subsequent crash was strangely satisfying, and she laughed. "That's.... that's great," she says, her laughter threatening to spill over.
Keirra grinned right on back and opened up the dumpster to fish out empties. She collected a few, balancing in a weird way on the lip of the bin. It almost seemed inhuman, the way her hands were so fast, the balance she had. Eyes shifted back to Saila, and she passed over some empties before walking to another part of the can and fishing out a few more. "So, what's got you in a bottle hurling mood?" she asked, hopping down and landing on the tips of her toes.
Saila was used to unusual feats in the people she knew, though she watched in silence, anyway. She was just wondering whether she'd have to fish the pint sized thief out of the dumpster when the girl landed, slick as a cat, eliciting a grin. She might be overwhelmed with Stupid *** Feelings but by god she could still be impressed. "Nicely done." Pondering an answer to that question as she juggled an arm full of empty bottles, Saila took a final drag off the cigarette, offering it out to Kierra one more time. "...Y'ever... made a really stupid decision, because you knew it'd prevent you from making a substantially worse one?"
Taking the cigarette, she killed it and tossed it aside. "Uh...no," answered the rogue honestly, as she brushed herself off and lined up the bottles so that they could be thrown. Then she was fishing out the empties from her own bag, and there were like..****, ten of them in there. "That really has more to do with me being an idiot.. I don't really think about my decisions. I just sorta... Do...things, and deal with **** later. Why, what did you do?" she asked with a wide-eyed glance in her friend's direction and pulled out a full bottle, uncapping it and taking a long pull.
Oh cool, there was more booze. That would come in handy when Saila ran out. She picked up one bottle, turning it over in her hands, nose wrinkling a little at whatever it was that it told her. With a sigh, the teenager shook her head. Educational, anyway. "Mm. I...might.. have gone home with someone I shouldn't have." Rubbing absently at her jaw with her free hand, her gaze focuses suddenly, and she hurls the bottle she's holding into the wall with more force than before. It ricochets, glass shards everywhere. "But I was lonely and feeling reckless, and it kept me from calling... someone else."
"Ahhh.. You **** someone you shouldn't have to keep yourself from knocking boots with Coilin?" she asked, taking a bottle of her own, lifting and hurtling it to try to match Saila's force. "...What's the problem? You were safe, right? ****balls, did.. Did Quinn find out?" she asked with wide eyes.
Saila's laugh was short, and harsh. She shook her head. "Yeah, that's it exactly. And **** no, he doesn't know." A pause, and her brows furrowed more deeply. "****. He didn't know. Now he probably does. Gods I hope he's asleep..." Trailing off, the girl rubbed her forehead, tucking tendrils of purple behind her ear. Her ponytail, perky before, had started to droop with the passing of the hours. Before she picks up another bottle, she rubs at her left wrist, like maybe covering the seal there in an extra layer of skin and bone will somehow prevent the transfer of information. Be asleep, Quinn. Please oh please be asleep. "Nah. He just." Frustration evident in mismatched eyes, Saila shook her head, snagging another bottle from the line and throwing it with yet another satisfying crash. "It was just supposed to be stupid, meaningless fun. Instead it got all... complicated." Saila was reeeeeally beginning to hate that word.