Icon of Coil: feel live a drive? [vos]

August 25, 2002

feel live a drive? [vos]

[north jersey | the apartment]
asher - vos

a step, a knock
it's all a rhythm when you boil it down
bone rhythms
he had spent the evening tracking another (the hunter becoming the hunted) and a decision gleans in mismatched eyes to pay a visit
not announced
........ but who was these days?

(v0s)
*he srugs and sips his sherry and eats the food he cooked. Looking over at Christian* The garlic is mostly cooked down ya know.

(christian)
*he doesn't move a muscle as the female leaves, instead, he just stares right at the ceiling as if all the mysteries of the world were unfolding before him... His voice is distant when he speaks, but he's obviously speaking to pretty-boy, since he's the only one left, and Christian isn't the type to hold a conversation with himself very often*
You get into her head, you know... Well, I'm sure you do know, but, I'd like you to know also that it's uninvited from here on out, so you'd be wise to treat it as such...
*he stands, slowly, almost catlike in his movements and paces across the room to the table, glancing at the food prepared there... Hell, why the fuck not. Fair is fair, maybe they won't kill eachother this way. He reaches down and picks up one slice of the cooked organ and slides it gently into his mouth, making sure to get the oils from his fingers as he does so... He chews quietly for a few moments, and then nods, flashing something that could almost be considered a smile*
You're right, the garlic is almost cooked down... It's not bad, I'll give you that.
*that is officially the biggest compliment any cook has ever recieved this man, that's saying something. But, just as Gaby left, Christian regards the pretty man for a few moments, then nods, turning to make his way right out the front door, preferring to leave by conventional means at this hour of the night*
Just keep your shit to yourself, and we'll all be better off for it...
*BLAM... The door shuts behind him, leaving the man inside to think about what ws just said, although nothing will probably penetrate his feigned innocence, of course, it's not truly expected to*

fingers (talons) tap on Gaby's door, ears (can you feel them swivel?) perked to hear the voices inside (Vos) though backpedaling as a strange man explodes outwards

is that a snarl in the Galliard's (uneven, unnatural) eyes?
you betcha

either way, the young man (monster) makes use of the door bouncing back from the frame and lets himself into the apartment

(v0s)
*he smiles as he takes another bite of the sweetbreads.
Oh no.. he wouldn't leave it alone. He'd just make it better.*
Hello asher.
* he gestures to the plate across from him. on it are slices of a meat cooked in a garlic sauce. Yummy to the smell.
Vos smiles*
Figured you'd show up. Sit. Eaat. Be in a better mood than the rest of this fucking town tonight?

there's a chortle curving the blond's lips

"Fancy meeting you here" a brow lifts "What's in it?"

he remembers the beg for Malcom's brains, sliding into the chair across from the fomor

"I intend to be so far.... where's Gaby?"

(vos)
Sweetbreads. Butter. Garlic. A touch of sherry.
*he chews thoughtfully*
She went to meet with some red neck parinoid. * he srugs* Christian warned me of the perils of messing with peoples minds.
* he srugs as if he's clueless to that*
Wish I knew what he ment.
* he popints with his foirk * It's still warm. Just finished cooking about 5 minutes ago.

once more a brow lifts, though he plucks a morsel from the plate (indulgence) thoughtful a moment as it settles across his palette

"Christian the Bulldozer?" another short chuckle "Redneck paranoid? Tell me more Vos......"

(v0s)
*he srugs as he sips the sherry*
Went to play pool this afternoon. Walked in on a meeting of theirs apperently. Gabby and this guy... Decker.
I didn't even know she was there. I just went to play pool. Well I walk in and before I can even screw my cue together the dude freaks the fuck out and is slaming stuff around and raising 3 levels of hell.
*He srugs and leans back in the chair*
Seemed her gig so I played not even knowing her but the guy was tripping out on something. THey left. I played pool.
Well I come back here. Christian steps from the umbra, Such a dramatic entrance lemme tell ya
* his scarcasim thick*
Goes about trying to scare me some more.
Gaby shoes up and he acts like he needs to talk to her alone. So I go and cook. I come out. They are all quiet like and Gaby leaves for her meeting. Christian is creeped out so he bails to. You must have passed him in the hall?

"Decker....."

the name rolled off his tongue as another tender bite of food spills its tastes, thoughful...

"Do you know what he was freaking about? And how long ago did she leave?"

Christian not quite as important

(v0s)
Um... 10 minutes before you got here?
he just seemed a parinod sort. Said she'd "Set him up"

"Any idea of where she was going?"

a brow lifts, slyly with his smile, he knows there's something more to Vos'.... awareness..... than normal

"I'd hate for things to get clusterfucked and messy again.... she's such a pretty girl."

(v0s)
*he chuckels* Well she's on foot. We could go driving around lookin' for her if you wanna but she's already pissed. Probly wouldn't be too keen on gate crashers at this party.. then again... Seeing you rip this guys head off could be fun.

* He seems to ponder it*

(ash)
there is little to ponder, and it only brings a smile

"I've a car down the block..... unless you prefer to drive..."

(v0s
*He finishes his plate and stands* You can drive. I'll look.

(ash)
he waits, shortly (no open doors, no dirty dishes) before leading Vos to the hallway and to the (stolen) ride below

but something stops him
a twitch
a tug
a slight lean in one direction
like a lover's coital scent

a grin flashing to his companion before sinking into the driver's seat (I stole your choice, I made you dance...... you cannot hide from me.....)

(v0s)
*he arks a brow and follows along. His hands in his pockets. Watching the man absently and joining him in the car*

[cont'd in meeting in the umbra]

Posted by asher at August 25, 2002 12:00 AM

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