May 30, 2003.05.30.03. - love in an elevator [imogen-uaghaihg][atlantic city]
(james)
it was probably the most extensive conversation they've had in two weeks
the.... random.... call from the Kin to explain a certain issue at this hotel
luckily, it coincided with his being in AC to earn some dough
he'd meet her there and grab a ride homethat was supposed to happen ten minutes ago
and Imogen is punctual if anything
for a while he figured that she was delayed by work
though you ever get that itchy feelin'?
the power being out isn't helping
but he supposes those things happen in hotels
they're working to fix it, anyway.... sorta
(lights on, lights off, wax on, wax off)another few minutes strolls ever so slowly by
by then, enough's enough
one Bone Gnawer whips a cellphone out of his trench pocket
(only in AC baby)
Imogen's phone.... hopefully.... rings(imogen)
Her gaze is cold and unforgiving even with the shame faced mutter. Possibly because he's called her bitch, bint, british whore and traitor. "That would be a tribal trait." Not always respectable when drunk.He slings himself into the corner across from her, and she rests her weight further against the wall of the elevator, cool and solid against her back. Her eyes lift as the lights flicker, but power does not quite return. This is not a perfectly timed world.
Her cell phone, does, in fact ring, but it takes a second attempt for it to get through (the first time "the customer you have dialed is..." was the electronic message. The second time, this time, is reassuring ringing and...)
The ringing is a jarring sound, no where near the pleasantry of some of the latest jingle phones. Her attention jerks away from the flicker of the light down her hand reaching automatically into her pocket, pulling out the phone and frowning briefly at the display before bringing the small device to her ear.
New and digital, she rarely hears static, though she hears it now, and certainly so does he. "-Lo?" The beginning of the word cut off, though the Fianna in the elevator with her certainly heard the whole of it, as the redhead's attention flickers down to the elevator ground as she concentrates on trying to hear through the mess that is her cell phone signal.
(ugh)
He thinks things, like, well, 'least it isn't a taint like beating women just 'cause you're a chauvenist bastard (no, it's because you're an alcoholic -- difference!), and, bah, who needs 'er? I could sure use a drink n' -- Oh, are those the lights?Lots of thoughts. Like that. And then her phone rings and his muscles tense. He cants his head (wolfish) and eyes it like it were personally responsible for the elevator breaking down.
Annnny moment he's going to ask why she can't use it to power the elevator... really.
(james)
the first electronic recording gets a decided frown
(stupid piece of technology)
but if anything, the Gnawer is tenatious
and therefore redialshuzzah!
another frown: static
(....-Lo?)"Where are you?"
short and sweet
though he's craning his head around for a bigger signal
just as if this were the portable at home
quite the sight, that, dreadlocked raggedyman in a hotel lobby with a cell
who knows how long the connection will hold(imogen)
A pause, a frown, and she glances up to see Uaghaihg eyeing her, or more specifically her cell phone. Motion comes to live and she stands, as if this might improve reception. More likely, it simply gives her an outlet for restlessness."Between th'third and fourth floor. In elevator four." Said as she glances up at the plates on the front of the elevator, the one that seems to be confused what floor they're on, and the one identifying the elevator.
Like him, she's succinct. "Be down soon, I s'pose." Whenever power comes on. Whenever it's fixed. With the murder, the hotel staff appear to have forgotten to check the elevators.
(ugh)
Uaghaihg half-smirks half-smiles, looking downward with closed eyes in that classic Anime pose... (though he's not thin or pretty enough to pull it off well...) He's scruffy, let's face it. He crosses his legs at the ankles and folds his arms back behind his head, with a little enigmatic "Heh" that could mean nothing, and probably does.The Irish boy opens his eyes after another moment, the smile full of rue still curling his lips...
...And the elevator rumbles.
(james)
the elevator
..... how... nice.
the quizzical look on his face must be priceless
there's a stifled chuckle from a little girl that's sitting on the couch over there
seems she was quite fascinated by this interesting looking fellow
dark eyes slipslide sideways, and he flashes a little grin
(sorry, Jenny, the carnival is not in town)
even something of a wink
though his attention doesn't stray from the phone"I'll..c.m....et ya."
going. going. gone
there's a look at the little piece of machinery as if it personally insulted him
but rather than smash it in a display inherant of his packmates
it's just flipped closed and shoved back into a pocket
(he does have to return it to Rune, anyway)to the stairs, Kato!
(imogen)
The elevator rumbles, jerks. The elevator starts to move, "Wai--" static, and then dead air. The word stops before it's completed, because there's no point in finishing it. Another word added as she shuts the cell phone, succinct and to the point, "Bloody 'ell."A glance at the display on the phone indicates just how likely it is that she'll get a signal (no chance), and she shakes her head sharply, shoving the device into her pocket.
Throughout the hotel, lights are coming back on. Whatever mistake that had been made has been corrected. In a room several floors up, the bloody formed mess of the body, not yet cleaned up, because of the lack of light, is brought back into sharp relief. Ironically enough, those who had been sitting waiting for electricity to finish their work, suppress a cheer at the grisley sight.
The descent is jerky. The descent is slow. It is a descent, nonetheless.
(ugh)
At least they aren't plummetting to her grave and his... well...At least there's that, and in these old buildings, even when they're gone over constantly, you just never know.
Uaghaihg (trying saying that -- dare ya) doesn't, as is perhaps expected, ask who that was. Instead, he maintains his silence. Not an icy silence but... silence.
Till finally, "Yer right, I'm not fra around 'ere. There anythin' else y'think I should know nae t'paw?"
(james)
he's heading towards the stairs
luckily, one must pass through the elevator foyer to get to the apporpriate stairwell
(why walk farther than he has to)
and that's about when the lights flicker on
dark eyes lift to the ceiling, as if to double-check they stay on
focus pans left, towards the quiet doors of shaft four
(4... 3..................000000000...2....)well then
if that isn't convenientweight shifts then
pivoting on the heel of his right boot
dull and worn and faded on top of shining polished floors
hands slide into the pockets of patchwork trench
and attention settles on the doors of number fourwhen it finally slides open he's wearing one of those "see? said I'd come get'cha" half grins
(imogen)
Silence answers for a moment as the elevator jolts, and the lights flicker, but stay on. Power it appears, is resumed for now. "Go south, and y'll find th'Pine Barrens. There're some more ...forest minded Garou and kin there. No Fianna, though there are some kin. This is territory o' the Silent Striders, last I checked. Go north, where y'saw me first, and that's th'territory o' the Eagles. I know of no other packs." It's stated by rote, as she answers his question.The elevator comes to a jerking stop at the ground floor but it's a beat or two before the doors open again, complaining every inch of the way, still battered from Uaghaihg's attempt to get out earlier.
James has a half grin, and by now, he can't be surprised not to see it returned. "Glad y'didn't have to walk the stairs, are you?" amusement, perhaps, though more automated than felt. Hands slide into her jacket pockets as she steps out of the elevator (it will be the stairs from now on).
(ugh)
"I meant..." but he lets whatever he meant unravel and go. He'll stick one fist out to hold the elevator for the autumn haired kin. Then he'll follow, a hooded glance cast towards James. (Mental image: -that's- the Fenrir? Well why not... she's got Fianna blood n' she's th' enemy sleepin' wit' th' enemy. This is New Jersey, silly Uaghaihg.) A jerk downward of his chin. "Thanks."(james)
that would be why it was a half-grin
not anything near a full, trademark, easy grin
because he didn't expect anything in return
in fact, he probably expects little if nothing, at all
which would explain his slight surprised at the call earliera brow lifts
and his chin follows
bit of a nod up at the strange guy holding the door open for Imogen
(looks like he's been degloved, poor guy.)
then the movement seems to slow as it reaches apex
and he's feeling that pent up Rage washing out of the enclosed area..... interesting.
hands pull out of his pockets
(subtle, Jamey-boy, subtle)
and dreads drag over broad shoulders"Was a far sight easier this way."
half-quipped, half-stated
glance back towards Uaghaigh
but he's following the Kin(imogen)
Her head turns as he thanks her, her shoulders lifting in a vague shrug, "S'nothing," she answers, before turning away from her ex-tribesmate without farewell to look at the Gnawer (who Uaghaihg must think is Fenrir, and don't think she cannot put two and two together), "Still need a lift?"(ug)
And... s'nothing. Uaghaihg quirks an auburn brow at the 'Fenrir' n' dips his chin in a faint nod... before, yep, bucket o' rage that he is... stalking away. All stalk-y.(james)
the little bucket o' Rage that was trapped in an elevator with his packmate's mate.... stalks away
that doesn't slips the Gnawer's attention
just as surely as Uaghaihg's ascertation doesn't escape hers
(must've been degloved)
he doesn't do anything about it
but he certainly makes a mental note"'Preciate it."
this time, his chin dips in affirming nod
hands slip back into his pockets on the stroll towards the front lobby
and they're quiet for awhile
the nervous buzz of anticipation from the presence of the authorities still weaves through the patrons
perhaps there's something beneath his skin (predator) that reacts to it (prey)
the earlier phone call was the most they've spoken in two weeks
and he doesn't do much to break the trend
she offered him the ride home (twice now) and he's taking it at face valueonce outside beneath the city's neon glow
Posted by james at May 30, 2003 12:00 AM
there's a glance that swings towards the Kin
(anything I need to know about that guy?)
but he doesn't vocalize the query
if it's important enough, she'll fill him in once in the car
but he's learned his lesson about asking questions
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