Heart to Heart [Paige]
Posted: 31 Mar 2014, 04:47
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
* Paige was sitting with her eyes closed on a beanbag chair in the game room. The Larch Court residence was often quiet, which meant that it was safe. She had come to meditate after being assaulted by two thieves in one night. The thief problem was getting out of hand. While Paige was fast enough to save her money more often than not, it was still an insult, especially when the thief managed to get away. What if it was the same thief? Paige growled softly at the thought. Being stalked by a thief.
* Jesse Fforde silences the roar of the motorcycle outside of number twelve. He leaves the helmet hanging off the handlebar as he steps up to the door and slides in the key. He had noticed Paige coming and going on the security feed, which he could access from his phone, which alerted every time the sensors were triggered. He realised he should spend more time at Larch Court, so that he might be easier to find for the three girls - the only ones who seemed to care anymore. He knew that Paige was already inside. He stepped in and peeled away the leather jacket, which he leaves hanging by the door. Underneath he's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, a skull painted on the front. He approaches the lounge and drops into one of the armchairs. "Paige. How's life?"
<Paige> She opened her orange eyes and stared at her sire's sire, then closed them again. "Thieves. Everywhere," she whispered in irritation. It seemed that the adolescent could not step foot inside a single building without a thief trying to pick her pocket. To make matters worse, she did not have pockets. She was wearing a unitard and boots, not that that detered thieves. It frightened everyone else away, but not them.
* Jesse Fforde gives half a smirk. Thieves have always been a problem and Jesse assumes they always will be. "They used to piss me off, too," he starts, his voice not as husky as Paige's, but husky regardless. They are quite a pair. "If you start to learn to admire them - and don't carry too much cash around - it makes it easier," he says. "I mean, sure, if it'll alleviate frustration, kill them. Quickly and quietly. But if you can't...." he gives a shrug.
<Paige> If she can't, then there is no reason to be so angry, Paige knew. Jesse always seemed to have his priorities together, even if Paige did not realize his issues beyond seeing a brief vulnerability during the meth lab explosion. It was a moment that she rarely thought about, if ever. She was more excited about the other things that had happened that night. "They are fast," she admitted and tried very hard to smile. It looked more like a lion-fanged grimace.
* Jesse Fforde admires Paige's lion-fanged grimace. There are those who might find it odd or disconcerting, but Jesse likes it. He grins back at her. "Exactly. If they manage to take something from me and get away? I should try to learn from them, really. They have... ninja-like qualities that I envy," he says.
* Paige brooded about that for a moment, which made her lapse into a ponderous silence. She crouched on the beanbag chair still as a spider and finally looked at Jesse again. "I will learn from them," she promised. There was an ominous air to her words, because she planned on learning through capture and interrogation. Not tonight, though. Tonight she wanted to stay inside. It was why she had come to the family compound and not to her cabin or Axel's apartment.
* Jesse Fforde knows, by the weight of Paige's words, that she means it. He watches her, equally ponderous and equally silent, for more than a few moments. Although Jesse may be a man with an ego, sometimes, he's also mature about the way he handles said ego. Watching Paige, he wonders if there's not some things that he could learn from her. "How will you learn from them?" he finally asks, curious.
<Paige> "The first one I catch, I will ask them," she explained with a clenched bony fist. "And if they do not cooperate, I will make them. I am very fast and it is not right that they know how to escape so easily. I should be able to catch them with how fast I am." Dexterity and Strength were her main suits.
* Jesse Fforde nods, knowingly. Ask them? Sure. He has a feeling she'll be asking with that bony clenched fist rather than with so many words. But Jesse isn't going to judge. "You should let me know. If you catch one. Can I watch?" he asks, though he'll respectfully keep his distance if Paige doesn't want him to watch. He's comfortable there, with her - something about her presence, just like Renee's and Ursula's, is soothing.
* Paige blushed and nodded. Normally she was possessive of her "alone time" dealings with others, but Jesse had not laughed at her or scolded her for how she acted at the meth lab. "I will text you as soon as I catch one," she told him, then asked "Would you try to catch one the next time you see it?"
* Jesse Fforde grins again - he can't recall the last time he grinned without it being fuelled by some kind of self-loathing. "Yes. Last one to catch one is a rotten egg," he says, laughing at the childish thought before leaning forward slightly. He cants his head to the side. "Funny. They are living things and yet we talk about them like they're objects. 'Its'," he ponders. It's just one of the ways in which he has changed - some people are just lesser beings.
<Paige> The Russian was not familiar with the last one is a rotten egg joke, so she seemed to take it seriously and nodded with a straight face. Paige thought about what he said, she had never really thought about it like that before. When had humans gone from being he and she, to it? Did it make her feel better about being outfoxed by those thieves. "I can't remember their faces," she admitted finally. "I don't think about any of the humans I see as people. I know that they have families because I have killed families." She preferred to kill families, actually.
* Jesse Fforde gazes at Paige again with the curious stare, as if trying to penetrate the outer edge of her skull to get to the mind underneath. She is cold, but Jesse doesn't quite believe she is unfeeling because of it. And she is deadly serious - about everything. "I was joking. The rotten egg thing," he says.
<Paige> Paige seemed to shrink a little when he looked at her like that. Was he going to ask about the families? It had only been a few. Back when she was a very young vampire, and hadn't been taught how to cover her tracks very well. She remembered everything she had done, and most of all how the families were arranged afterward. They had been perfect in death. Just as she was about to explain that, Jesse mentioned the rotten egg. "A Canadian joke?" she asked and smiled a little.
* Jesse Fforde shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm not sure? Worldwide joke, maybe," he says. "Western World," he adds with the arch of a brow. He's not sure where he first heard the expression or why it got stuck in his head. Maybe it isn't such a well-known expression. Again, he shrugs. It's not all that important. "So you are... Russian?" Jesse asks. He realises that he knows next to nothing about Paige's past, and he's going to take this opportunity to find out, if she's willing to share.
<Paige> She nodded. Just because she didn't talk about her history, did not mean that she would refuse if her sire's sire asked her. "Nobody asks," she said with the same slight smile. Her own sire didn't know where she had come from, only that she was a former paladin he had transformed into a vampire. In the end, was it really important? The girl stubbornly dismissed any misgivings about it. This was one of the few real conversations she'd had with anyone since her capture, and if it expanded past the normal niceties, she would deal with it.
* Jesse Fforde cants his head to the side again. Nobody asks? He knows how he has is with his past. The basics, fine. Although he doesn't much care for small talk, with those that he actually respects, he'll answer the obvious questions. The big things? Not a chance. He recognises that perhaps he's not the only one. Where the majority of the population enjoy blabbing their entire life history, there are the select few who like to keep themselves private. "You'd prefer they don't ask?" he says, as a gesture of good will.
<Paige> Paige considered. There were times when she wanted to talk to someone about the guilt she had carried with her from Russia. She didn't realize what it was, but it was always pressing on her chest like a vice. At times she thought maybe if she had someone to speak to honestly who would not use the information to hurt her, then the pain would ease. This was probably just a futile hope, though. She knew that she did not really deserve to be free from it, when it was her fault. "If they use it to hurt me... there are things... if my sire knew..." She sighed and shook her head. Jesse didn't have a reason to torment her. And he was in a position of power but had not abused it.
* Jesse Fforde frowns at Paige, his hands clasped together in front of him. He'd heard about how Axel had treated Paige, and yet when he'd tried to ask her about it, she'd got defensive. He is confused about whether she actually likes Axel or not. "If Axel knew? You think he would use it against you?" Jesse asks, curious and mildly concerned.
<Paige> She nodded slowly. Her sire already had complete power over her, so in her mind he didn't need to know about certain things. He knew many things, but her upbringing was not something he had bothered questioning. A paladin was nothing more than scum to be erradicated, after all. Who cared where it came from, or if it had loved ones?
* Jesse Fforde growls, a low almost indiscernible sound reverberating in his throat. He supposes it's not his place to question how Axel treats his childer, but he can't help it. Jesse likes Paige. Respects her. Has no reason to use anything against for any reason. "What could he possibly use against you? And why should he? Why could he?" Jesse asks, the anger barely kept from his tone.
* Paige was sitting with her eyes closed on a beanbag chair in the game room. The Larch Court residence was often quiet, which meant that it was safe. She had come to meditate after being assaulted by two thieves in one night. The thief problem was getting out of hand. While Paige was fast enough to save her money more often than not, it was still an insult, especially when the thief managed to get away. What if it was the same thief? Paige growled softly at the thought. Being stalked by a thief.
* Jesse Fforde silences the roar of the motorcycle outside of number twelve. He leaves the helmet hanging off the handlebar as he steps up to the door and slides in the key. He had noticed Paige coming and going on the security feed, which he could access from his phone, which alerted every time the sensors were triggered. He realised he should spend more time at Larch Court, so that he might be easier to find for the three girls - the only ones who seemed to care anymore. He knew that Paige was already inside. He stepped in and peeled away the leather jacket, which he leaves hanging by the door. Underneath he's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, a skull painted on the front. He approaches the lounge and drops into one of the armchairs. "Paige. How's life?"
<Paige> She opened her orange eyes and stared at her sire's sire, then closed them again. "Thieves. Everywhere," she whispered in irritation. It seemed that the adolescent could not step foot inside a single building without a thief trying to pick her pocket. To make matters worse, she did not have pockets. She was wearing a unitard and boots, not that that detered thieves. It frightened everyone else away, but not them.
* Jesse Fforde gives half a smirk. Thieves have always been a problem and Jesse assumes they always will be. "They used to piss me off, too," he starts, his voice not as husky as Paige's, but husky regardless. They are quite a pair. "If you start to learn to admire them - and don't carry too much cash around - it makes it easier," he says. "I mean, sure, if it'll alleviate frustration, kill them. Quickly and quietly. But if you can't...." he gives a shrug.
<Paige> If she can't, then there is no reason to be so angry, Paige knew. Jesse always seemed to have his priorities together, even if Paige did not realize his issues beyond seeing a brief vulnerability during the meth lab explosion. It was a moment that she rarely thought about, if ever. She was more excited about the other things that had happened that night. "They are fast," she admitted and tried very hard to smile. It looked more like a lion-fanged grimace.
* Jesse Fforde admires Paige's lion-fanged grimace. There are those who might find it odd or disconcerting, but Jesse likes it. He grins back at her. "Exactly. If they manage to take something from me and get away? I should try to learn from them, really. They have... ninja-like qualities that I envy," he says.
* Paige brooded about that for a moment, which made her lapse into a ponderous silence. She crouched on the beanbag chair still as a spider and finally looked at Jesse again. "I will learn from them," she promised. There was an ominous air to her words, because she planned on learning through capture and interrogation. Not tonight, though. Tonight she wanted to stay inside. It was why she had come to the family compound and not to her cabin or Axel's apartment.
* Jesse Fforde knows, by the weight of Paige's words, that she means it. He watches her, equally ponderous and equally silent, for more than a few moments. Although Jesse may be a man with an ego, sometimes, he's also mature about the way he handles said ego. Watching Paige, he wonders if there's not some things that he could learn from her. "How will you learn from them?" he finally asks, curious.
<Paige> "The first one I catch, I will ask them," she explained with a clenched bony fist. "And if they do not cooperate, I will make them. I am very fast and it is not right that they know how to escape so easily. I should be able to catch them with how fast I am." Dexterity and Strength were her main suits.
* Jesse Fforde nods, knowingly. Ask them? Sure. He has a feeling she'll be asking with that bony clenched fist rather than with so many words. But Jesse isn't going to judge. "You should let me know. If you catch one. Can I watch?" he asks, though he'll respectfully keep his distance if Paige doesn't want him to watch. He's comfortable there, with her - something about her presence, just like Renee's and Ursula's, is soothing.
* Paige blushed and nodded. Normally she was possessive of her "alone time" dealings with others, but Jesse had not laughed at her or scolded her for how she acted at the meth lab. "I will text you as soon as I catch one," she told him, then asked "Would you try to catch one the next time you see it?"
* Jesse Fforde grins again - he can't recall the last time he grinned without it being fuelled by some kind of self-loathing. "Yes. Last one to catch one is a rotten egg," he says, laughing at the childish thought before leaning forward slightly. He cants his head to the side. "Funny. They are living things and yet we talk about them like they're objects. 'Its'," he ponders. It's just one of the ways in which he has changed - some people are just lesser beings.
<Paige> The Russian was not familiar with the last one is a rotten egg joke, so she seemed to take it seriously and nodded with a straight face. Paige thought about what he said, she had never really thought about it like that before. When had humans gone from being he and she, to it? Did it make her feel better about being outfoxed by those thieves. "I can't remember their faces," she admitted finally. "I don't think about any of the humans I see as people. I know that they have families because I have killed families." She preferred to kill families, actually.
* Jesse Fforde gazes at Paige again with the curious stare, as if trying to penetrate the outer edge of her skull to get to the mind underneath. She is cold, but Jesse doesn't quite believe she is unfeeling because of it. And she is deadly serious - about everything. "I was joking. The rotten egg thing," he says.
<Paige> Paige seemed to shrink a little when he looked at her like that. Was he going to ask about the families? It had only been a few. Back when she was a very young vampire, and hadn't been taught how to cover her tracks very well. She remembered everything she had done, and most of all how the families were arranged afterward. They had been perfect in death. Just as she was about to explain that, Jesse mentioned the rotten egg. "A Canadian joke?" she asked and smiled a little.
* Jesse Fforde shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm not sure? Worldwide joke, maybe," he says. "Western World," he adds with the arch of a brow. He's not sure where he first heard the expression or why it got stuck in his head. Maybe it isn't such a well-known expression. Again, he shrugs. It's not all that important. "So you are... Russian?" Jesse asks. He realises that he knows next to nothing about Paige's past, and he's going to take this opportunity to find out, if she's willing to share.
<Paige> She nodded. Just because she didn't talk about her history, did not mean that she would refuse if her sire's sire asked her. "Nobody asks," she said with the same slight smile. Her own sire didn't know where she had come from, only that she was a former paladin he had transformed into a vampire. In the end, was it really important? The girl stubbornly dismissed any misgivings about it. This was one of the few real conversations she'd had with anyone since her capture, and if it expanded past the normal niceties, she would deal with it.
* Jesse Fforde cants his head to the side again. Nobody asks? He knows how he has is with his past. The basics, fine. Although he doesn't much care for small talk, with those that he actually respects, he'll answer the obvious questions. The big things? Not a chance. He recognises that perhaps he's not the only one. Where the majority of the population enjoy blabbing their entire life history, there are the select few who like to keep themselves private. "You'd prefer they don't ask?" he says, as a gesture of good will.
<Paige> Paige considered. There were times when she wanted to talk to someone about the guilt she had carried with her from Russia. She didn't realize what it was, but it was always pressing on her chest like a vice. At times she thought maybe if she had someone to speak to honestly who would not use the information to hurt her, then the pain would ease. This was probably just a futile hope, though. She knew that she did not really deserve to be free from it, when it was her fault. "If they use it to hurt me... there are things... if my sire knew..." She sighed and shook her head. Jesse didn't have a reason to torment her. And he was in a position of power but had not abused it.
* Jesse Fforde frowns at Paige, his hands clasped together in front of him. He'd heard about how Axel had treated Paige, and yet when he'd tried to ask her about it, she'd got defensive. He is confused about whether she actually likes Axel or not. "If Axel knew? You think he would use it against you?" Jesse asks, curious and mildly concerned.
<Paige> She nodded slowly. Her sire already had complete power over her, so in her mind he didn't need to know about certain things. He knew many things, but her upbringing was not something he had bothered questioning. A paladin was nothing more than scum to be erradicated, after all. Who cared where it came from, or if it had loved ones?
* Jesse Fforde growls, a low almost indiscernible sound reverberating in his throat. He supposes it's not his place to question how Axel treats his childer, but he can't help it. Jesse likes Paige. Respects her. Has no reason to use anything against for any reason. "What could he possibly use against you? And why should he? Why could he?" Jesse asks, the anger barely kept from his tone.