♪ A spade's a spade ♪ (Closed)

[Skylar]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Skylar: *Rings Elliot, waits for him to answer and immediately starts talking* **** you! If you didn't want me around you could just say it to my face. Go on. Say it. Admit it! You wish I was dead.

Elliot: *Answers and is immediately confused.* Whoah, whoah, calm down. What the hell would give you that impression?

Skylar: You! You did. Your girl threatens to shoot me in the head and you don't defend me or nothing! You ******* hate me. Admit it. Just admit it and then I'll hang up and you'll never have to see me again.

Elliot: She threatened but she's not going to follow through. Jesus, you really think I'd let her?

Skylar: Yes. Yes I do. And so does everyone else in your stupid ******* family. I'm not stupid Elliot. It's not hard to read between the lines. You didn't even attempt to defend me.

Elliot: *There's a growl, then, as Elliot gets up to pace* What the **** is that supposed to mean? They all think I'm weak and will do whatever she tells me to? You don't think I know that? I'm attempting to get Doc to back the **** off because he's no good for anyone, and I don't want you mixing with the likes of him. THAT'S how I feel. Pi won't touch a hair on your head if I have anything to do with it, and she is nothing, nothing in comparison to that ******** snake.

Skylar: I’m not talking about him Elliot. And he didn’t threaten to shoot me. Your woman threatened me in front of your entire family and you didn’t say a word. You know what that says? To them. To me? That you couldn’t give a **** about me. Might as well go hand myself over to Doc, let him have me. I’ve thought about it you. I have. He said he had an incinerator. All I have to do is ask him to shove me in it and I’m gone. Out of your life. No more worries. No more vampires. I’ll get the death I deserve. *She’s angry and talking quickly but she sounds almost serious about the idea*

Elliot: That's just highly melodramatic, Sky. Get that **** out of your head. Why the hell would I have saved you if I didn't want you around?! There's one thing you have to learn about this life. It's violent. And people talk violently. It comes as second nature. I'm sorry, okay? You have no idea how sorry I am... to have slipped, to have seen that as nothing. You know how much I hate being what we are? I loathe it. I wish I had never come to this goddamned city, because it's changed me. Don't go killing yourself because I'm a bad person. That's just fucked up.

Skylar: Ha! So you admit it. You hate this life. You'd change it if you could. So you'd change me. And saved me? Saved me? I'm not stupid enough to think you did that for me. For **** sake Elliot you didn't even know me. You did that to keep the cops from your door. I'm a ******* mistake and we both know it.

Elliot: *Elliot groans and hangs his head* Now you’re just twisting my words! Don't do that. Just don't do that. The mistake I made was giving you a dodgy guitar. You should be out there living your life in the sunshine and I took that from you. I'm the goddamned mistake. That's the rub. I regret turning you NOT BECAUSE I HATE YOU. But because otherwise, you'd be happy and free and alive. If you'd never met me, your life would be better off.

Skylar: No **** Sherlock. I'd be free from all this crap. From people wanting to kill me. I was doing just fine till I walked into your ******* bar. Then in less than 2 weeks I die and someone threatens to shoot me. And for what? For trying to actually make some sort of connection with you.

Elliot: You already have a connection with me. You don't have to go walking into bear traps. If I apologise to you every day for the rest of eternity, will you believe me? What can I do to convince you? Why don't I give you a gun and you can shoot me. Will that make you feel better?

Skylar: **** no! And I do but I don’t. I’m connected to you through your rash decision making. There’s nothing between us but blood. And that’s not enough Elliot. I’ve already disappointed and fucked up my relationship with my birth parents. I just hoped this would be different. You don’t know me from Adam. And if this is the thanks I get for making an effort. A bullet in the ******* brain. Well I give up all right? I don’t want any of it.

Elliot: *Elliot digs the heel of his palm into his left eye, and a helpless growl-like groan can be heard* That's your prerogative. If you want to hate me, than so be it. I won't argue with you. I won't give you reasons why you shouldn't. You have every reason to hate me. I am so sorry. I can't take it back. I can't change anything - but you're stuck with me now. I'm not going to give up on you and I'd really prefer if it you didn't give up either.

Skylar: Fine. Whatever. But then you have to remember that I don’t like violence and that I’m new to this ******* world. So when some random *****, that I don’t know and now don’t care to know, says she’s going to shoot me, that you’ll at least defend me a little. Show you actually give a crap. Even if that ***** is your wife or whatever. You dragged me into this life and if you don’t take care of me, I have no-one. No-one Elliot. *her tone has started to change and she now sounds all self-pitying*

Elliot: *Elliot grinds his teeth* Of course I'm going to take care of you. Whose couch are you on now? I'm not going to leave you out in the cold, not now or ever. She is my ... my ... I am very attached to her and she is to me. Don't call her a *****. She's not a *****, she's just easily jealous and she's different to you or I. Her and violence go hand in hand. I should have defended you. I should have, but... she called me something that I'm not and it confused me. Okay? It shouldn't have been the first thing for me to react to but it was. And I am sorry.

Skylar: Actually I stayed at Dillon’s last night. I was pissed. You’re lucky I didn’t burn the place down or something. And I don’t care who she is or what her reasons are. There’s no good reason to threaten to shoot someone in the head. Especially someone who’s new to all this and doesn’t even know you. I couldn’t even pick her out in a line-up. *huffs* And I call a spade a spade Elliot. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a ******* duck. What she said was bitchy, hence she’s a *****.

Elliot: *Again, he's standing. He holds the phone by his side for a few seconds as he breathes. A few wrong words and any good would be undone. When he speaks again, his voice is calm.* She overreacted. *He pauses* I overreact. I do it all the time. It makes me violent, when I don't want to be. I have beaten a man to death. His name is Lex. He no doubt hates me, too. I have skewered Doc with a sword. Because I hate that ******. You should understand this now, before it happens to you. No, she shouldn't have threatened you. I agree. I should have defended you. Yes. I don't ever expect your forgiveness.

Skylar: Hey Ellie… Something changed last night. Between Dillon and me. Thought you might want to know. Since you say you care and all that.

[Lancaster]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Elliot: ******* hell. Quit acting like a goddamned child, will you? I do care. I care a whole ******* lot. Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to keep sulking?

Skylar: I’m 11 days old Elliot. I can act like a frickin baby if I wanna. And you know what happened. Or you can probably guess. And no. I didn’t sleep with him. But I woke up and I think I kind of spelled him something. I can feel him in some way. And he didn’t argue with me as much as he usually does. And he’s looking at me more than normal. It’s odd. I don’t like it. How do I make it stop?

Elliot: *Elliot laughs. A short laugh, not entirely mirthful. But a laugh none the less. He massages his temple.* You can't make it stop. I told you it's permanent - but you can trust him now. You can tell him not to tell a damned soul about who you are or what you are, and he has no choice but to do as you say.

Skylar: Permanent? So I’m stuck with him for life? Well the rest of his life? ****. So if I tell him not to look at me… Does he have to do that too?

Elliot: *Elliot leaned back in the chair, a little calmer now.* Yes. He has to do, and will do anything you tell him to. Think... Dracula and his wives.

Skylar: Cool! My first useful super power. You aren’t going to tell me I have to use this power wisely or something are you?

Elliot: You've already told me you don't like violence. I'm not sure what evil you could do with it. Go nuts.

Skylar: Oh yea of little faith. There’s much I can do that doesn’t involve violence. *laughs* Ellie… You don’t mind my teasing do you?

Elliot: *The expression on Elliot's face - a mixture of anxiety and dubiousness - might have made Skylar laugh. Instead, he focuses on the latter half of her response.* What teasing?

Skylar: You know. The kind of easy banter we have on the forum. And in person. I say inappropriate things. You respond or ignore them. That kind of thing.

Elliot: The... like the ... like what Pi responded to? Or the David Bowie thing? You have to realise that I grew up in a culture where to be inappropriate, you have to be pretty fuckin' crude.

Skylar: Both. And see. I know you can take it. And I like playful banter. So yeah… I haven’t upset you with anything I’ve said have I? Besides the ***** comment. And pretty much the entire first half of this call.

Elliot: The entire first half of this call is not anything I'll ever forget. And why should I care? You've made it rather obvious you think I'm too old. I can't be uncomfortable when I know you've got no interest.

Skylar: *grins to herself* No interest… Unless you count when you use that power on me. No interest is a little harsh though Ellie. It’s not like you’re unattractive or anything. If I’ve had enough drink or you did that thing again, I probably wouldn’t say no. *laughs* It’s you that has absolutely no interest in me. I should feel insulted or something.

Elliot: That thing that you'll soon be capable of, if you aren't already. You forget that I have been called husband; that I have a pseudo wife. There are perfectly legitimate reasons why I have absolutely no interest in other women.

Skylar: Pfft. Like most guys give a crap if they are taken or not. most window shop and other take long *** vacations inside another woman. Guess that's kinda nice though. That you're like a legit good guy.

Elliot: I try to be a legit good guy, yes. It doesn't work out so well sometimes. I mean... in other ways, not in the ... vacationing in other women ways.

Skylar: Is that the real reason you made me what I am. Cos you’re a good guy. I still don’t really understand why you didn’t just let me die.

Elliot: Because sometimes, when things happen suddenly, we are forced to act on instinct. My instinct was to pick you up and save you, not to let you die. You can decipher that how you want.

Elliot: The jury is out on that though, isn't it? You tell me. Am I a good guy or would you really have preferred to die?

Skylar: Does it really matter? You could be a good guy and I could still have preferred to die. Right? As for the other thing. *laughs* You need to be careful now. Cos we’re back to banter again. I could easily decide that you fell madly in love with me the moment you saw me and gave me that dodgy guitar on purpose cos you wanted to keep me in your life.

Elliot: It matters to me. It happens a lot. I try to do the right thing and I only make things worse. It's a common theme. And as I said - you can think what you like but that doesn't mean any of it is true. *He says it with a sigh, lacking much amusement.*

Skylar: Oh come on Ellie. Don’t be a sour puss. Laugh with me. I like when you play back. You at least have to admit I’m pretty. Right? I’m like what. 100 years younger than you. How can you not find a young thing like me attractive? You answer mine, I’ll answer yours.

Elliot: Do you think I'm some kind of pervert? Do you think all men are perverts? Older men should only lust after younger women because they're lusting after their own youth. But they can't have it back, so they should forget about it. How old are you, anyway? One hundred years is a bit of a stretch...

Skylar: You have a great way of saying much and not answering the question. You know that right? I’m twenty-eight. And guys can appreciate woman for the beautiful pieces of art they are. I don’t much rate my own looks but I don’t have much trouble finding a guy if I really want one.

Elliot: It's always been a special talent of mine. You learn these skills over time. Twenty-eight? I remember twenty-eight. I think I was in Ireland at twenty-eight. I lived in a farmhouse and milked the cows. Trotted down to the local every night. Or.. maybe I'm not remembering correctly. Maybe I was in Japan at twenty-eight...

Skylar: Hello! Earth to Elliot. *snaps her fingers down the phone* Back on track please old man. Do you think I’m attractive. Yes or no answer. No side-tracking. And how old are you? Milking cows. What the ****.

Elliot: Of course you are attractive. And according to you I have to be one hundred and twenty eight, yeah? I am... well ****. I look thirty six but I suppose if we're counting years, I'm thirty-eight. Thirty-nine? I don't know how old I am anymore.

Skylar: There now. *laughs* Was that so hard? And ‘kay. ‘Kay. So yeah. You’re an old man. *laughs again* You act one hundred. Just saying. As for your question from before. I don’t much know what I wish. I mean yeah. Laws of nature say I should be dead. Yet here I am. It kind of plays on your mind. There’s a lot of things I don’t know about all this. Stuff I never suspected was real. I’m still trying to get my head round it all. And you know. *shrugs to herself* I guess I could have got a worse sire or whatever. We at least have **** in common. Right?

Elliot: We do. And you could have. You could have ended up with Doc. I mean it. Don't get friendly with him. He's nothin but bad news. He might answer your questions and he might act like he's some gentleman, but he's not. Not one bit. If you need something, anything - if you have any urgent questions, just come to me, okay? Any time.

Skylar: ‘Kay. ‘Kay. I can do that. I’ve kind of calmed down now…So I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Love you papa bear. *makes a kissing noise and waits for his reply before hanging up.*