No Matter What.
Posted: 12 Aug 2015, 02:14
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Velveteen: The nights had become one long blur of confusion as they passed slowly. The amount of people angry at her was growing much like the pile of crushed cigarette butts that piled up and overflowed from the ashtray that could no longer contain them. All trying to tell her **** she didn’t need or want to hear. Some were rude about, others not so much but all Velveteen really wanted was to be left alone. Left to look after her husband and nurse him back to health but more and more she was getting the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. It clawed at the already frayed edges of her sanity and danced danced along her spine with all the grace and eloquence of a three legged gorilla in tap shoes but still she struggled to pinpoint the source.
Velveteen sat on the end of the bed in darkness, not having worried about repairing or replacing the lights that Rion had destroyed. She had a candle nearby if she really need it. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her knees were pulled up and hugged to her chest with one arm. The other rested across her knees allowing her hand freedom to move as she idly tugged at her lower lip and stared out of the large windows and into the night. It seemed that Micah had taken to sleeping more and talking less which not only left her feeling uneasy but also meant the woman spent longer periods of time on her own. And when it was quiet...was when those feelings of angst and uncertainty would permeate her discombobulated psyche. In the silence she was forced to confront the visceral fear that writhed like a living beast within her, searching for an escape through the cracks that formed in her constructed reality. But why and where it sprang from were the answers she needed most. The vital keys to all that she felt and understood escaped her reach but she knew they were drawing closer. Like a pendulum building momentum and soon enough...soon enough the tendrils of her mind would curl about them …and that scared her.
Her own thoughts were becoming frightening as the darkness gathered at the fringes. She had felt this once before. Not again. Not now. All too suddenly Velveteen realised that she didn’t want to be alone. Not now. There was only one other person she could share such a moment with that wasn’t her husband. While they didn’t always see to eye to eye and their current relationship was tenuous at best the did share the exact same DNA. If anyone could understand or even begin to explain what she was feeling it would be her sister. It was a long shot but right now Velveteen would have appreciated the company of a grizzly bear...Satine’s claws weren’t quite as sharp. Not yet anyways. It would be the first time since they met that Velveteen would actually reach out to her twin. Apprehension made her pause. The overwhelming despair of loneliness shoved her forward.
She should ring. She should. But if Satine was busy or couldn’t come she wasn’t sure she could stand to hear it right now. Velveteen made the decision to risk it. Worst case her sister would be pissed. Her anger would be a distraction. They would fight and no longer would the feelings that threatened to engulf her be a problem. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the woman, summoning to her, almost afraid to open them when she felt the others presence.
Satine:The last seventy two hours or more had been one huge cluster of fires, storms and near catastrophes for the young and pretty much clueless necromancer. Satine was finding more fights erupting around her than she knew what to do with. everytime she thought she was gaining ground and getting ahead she was in worse shape than before. It didn’t end there.
The club was a mess. A huge disaster. She won the lotto way back on the first of April doing the nun on the run bit. She was always broke so the windfall was saved and then some. She found out it was for sale and she was looking for an investment. One of those quick deals where you don’t think twice...until after the fact. The interior was gutted the electric had never been turned on. The floor was appearing to have a life all its own and seemed all but possessed. She got a citation for the lighting beneath the public feet that was impossible to shut off. The electrician ashe contracted under the table suffered a seizure and was threatening to to take her to court unless she paid some ridiculous amount. That only proved to her that the man wanted to have more reason than a few blinking lights to dance around like a fish out of water. She added him to her list of problems to deal with once he was out of the hospital. If he took too long then she would do the ‘Juice Extraction’ method as she was starting to refer to it. Juice always got a job done. The man was as cool as dry ice being released in a room that needed his skill.
As for the rest of the turmoil presenting itself in spades to Satine’s waking hours...that was pretty much a boiling pot threatening to boil over. The King & Queen of Hearts paid her a visit at the club. How they found her was not even worth figuring out. Those two could find anyone. Which is sort of why they arrived to begin with. It all started with the smack down they gave bad boy Bugsy. He misbehaved and got his *** handed to him. It wasn’t like that was a surprise. Being the gangster he was and running with Carlo Facchiano pretty much made him a magnet for conflict and gunfire.
Increasingly on her own efforts so was Satine. Especially when the brother-in-law-sire and her sister came strolling in ready for a showdown over her recently taking a shot at Bunny in the hotel elevator. The gum chewing blonde had it coming and then some more when she had the chance to get around to it.Micah shot what was hers so she shot what was his on her way out of Pandemonium. Made sense to her. She was pretty sure it made sense to him too...even if he was less than pleased. Finding Krepsi with her in da club was not a point in favor of resolution. In short the scene was bloody, threats and expectation were issued again. Bugsy was pretty much told he was squirrel climbing the wrong tree and could lose his nuts. It didn’t phase him. He proved several times he could lose them and still be all bad *** going down.
For the moment as she stood there she was increasingly distracted from all the issues that needed her attention. She was like a slow growing volcano about to explode as she pulled the blouse over her shoulders and finished the task of buttoning the series of small beaded buttons down the front.. A slide of her second shoe in place over her ankle said the night was going to begin again and so was that urge to break a vein and perhaps a neck in a dark corner when the fires in her head couldn’t calm her down. There was an increasing anxiety buzzing through her and giving her a sense of apprehension she did not like at all. It usually brought on those nightmares she had been given a reprieve from since the turning. Something was building in the air around her and just when she was about finally take the time to figure it out she was pulled from her room and looking at her sister in the dark.
This was not good. One look at Velveteen and Satine felt like she was slammed by a wrecking ball but still was on her feet to talk about it. As misplaced as it would appear to be to anyone else a reserved smile oddly formed to her lips. Not a happy or smug expression but a gentle one that tried to convey to the woman her eyes were on that whatever was going on it would be okay now.
Satine felt better already as she stepped forward a few steps then paused when she felt the energy between them give her the signal that it was close enough. This explained what she had been trying to sort out. Nothing in the world could stand a chance when Satine felt like she did around her twin. The world instantly dissolved and the universe was no threat. Velveteen surely had to feel that way too. If she didn’t she was not going to leave until the woman did.
With a step forward it became that much more intense. What was surging through Vel found her as well. Loss gripped Satine so deep that her gut was writhing in torment. If she didn’t have a set of silver orbs piercing her she would have winced and clutched her chest which now was hurting like a ***********. Loss was taunting her head and she was overwhelmed with the signs of that rage that could rise without notice. She felt like there was an edge she was dangling off of and if she stepped again she may just drop into the abyss that was pulling at both of them. It was powerful and it was gripping her. Her eyes hooked on her sister in the shape she was visibly in and she was set on being strong enough for both of them.
Satine looked slowly around her and found the clues in the damage evidently left behind. She swallowed hard and dry. Her mind knew it was not a permanent type of loss but what the hell was it? That is when her eyes shifted and went over to Micah. The giant was never far from her sister. However, the fact he was sitting there propped up not moving an inch was interesting. He wasn’t saying anything and by now she expected in the very least some sharp words. Something at her arrival that would give her warning to watch herself in his presence. Nothing came. Her eyes stayed on him waiting then it hit her. Something was not right and she looked back going with what her instincts were telling her to do. She nodded a silent greeting to Micah. She could do this. If it backfired though she was incredibly fucked.
“I guess this isn’t about wanting your Uggs back is it?” Satine was opening the conversation while her insides were slowly burning up.
Satine darted her attention quickly to the place Micah was behind Velveteen. She would try something and if that didn’t get a “**** you, Satine.” she knew that her sister was looking like the world was caving in because with Micah unreachable for whatever reason it was. It was clear that she had been holed up for awhile where she was.
“Unless…” She smirked towards Micah. “You want them.” After getting no response that she expected she nodded. “No thanks. But since we are all here do you think it would be possible to get a loan? My contracted electrician had a seizure and **** on finishing the job of pulling up that floor you guys are digging. I need to lift it or deal with a citation. Hundred thousand sound unreasonable?” A grin surfaced on her lips. “Thanks!”
Velveteen: The arrival of her sister quieted the emotional monster that threatened to rip her apart from the inside. The only thing currently keeping it bay was not knowing what it was. Had she known that giving it a name would invite it forth and leave her vulnerable to its destruction she might have not tried so hard to work it out. For now it skulked about in the shadows of her subconscious, waiting. Velveteen was thankful for that small mercy as she mirrored the slight twist of her twin’s lips.
Silence engulfed them as each assessed the other. It was like that scene in the movies where the hero would cut the one wire on the ticking time bomb and watch the clock count down to zero as everyone waited for that moment of truth. Time would come to a standstill as you half closed your eyes and held your breath against the impending explosion that promised it would be your last. That was how it was with her sister. The pair had shared a rather short but volatile history up til this point but the one thing neither could deny was the bond they shared. Wanted or not. The pair were inevitably tied to each other and no amount of wishing it away would ever change it. Velveteen had come to accept this fact.
The Necromancer chuckled softly at her sister’s opening remark and shook her head. “Nah. You can keep ‘em.” Her voice raspy as air hissed its way along dry vocal cords and she welcomed the shroud of denial that once again soothed her disturbed mind. Unfortunately for her that pleasant safehold was weakening and was not going to protect her against the beast of her own divination for much longer.
She looked over her shoulder at Micah when Satine spoke and a sliver of hope sparked and fizzled almost immediately. There it was again. That feeling. Clawing at her insides. Velveteen scowled and turned back to face her sister who was still talking. Perhaps Satine was more out of her mind than Velveteen had anticipated, though it was dark, perhaps it wasn’t that obvious. She acquiesced and offered her twin the benefit of the doubt. “You think asking him while he is asleep will improve your chances? Though you know ...money is something I have plenty of. You could ask me directly.”
Satine:She looked back to Velveteen and her dark head didn’t miss a beat and shaking slowly. “He told me to ask him if I ever needed anything.” She looked past Vel to Micah. “I know right?”
Satine shrugged her shoulders. “So, you guys fixed the place up really nice. I like the lighting. You don’t have to tell me…” Her stomach hurt. She hoped that she was doing the right thing. If not she was pretty sure she would hear the one who brought her to the point she was now at in the room taking full advantage of the other not rising to her defense. “Yeah... what I thought.” Satine looked back at Velveteen. “He gives you full credit.”
Satine looked at the door as if she was prompted by Micah to do so then turned a little to make it more obvious what she was attempting to do. Another twirl of her head sent her hair back around to meet her as she nodded slowly. She pointed to the door behind her.
“She won't be sticking gum in my hair will she? Fed her her supplements and all that right?” Satine of course was referring to Bunny. “I have no issues with her at the moment. And I don’t want to start now.”
Velveteen: The nights had become one long blur of confusion as they passed slowly. The amount of people angry at her was growing much like the pile of crushed cigarette butts that piled up and overflowed from the ashtray that could no longer contain them. All trying to tell her **** she didn’t need or want to hear. Some were rude about, others not so much but all Velveteen really wanted was to be left alone. Left to look after her husband and nurse him back to health but more and more she was getting the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. It clawed at the already frayed edges of her sanity and danced danced along her spine with all the grace and eloquence of a three legged gorilla in tap shoes but still she struggled to pinpoint the source.
Velveteen sat on the end of the bed in darkness, not having worried about repairing or replacing the lights that Rion had destroyed. She had a candle nearby if she really need it. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her knees were pulled up and hugged to her chest with one arm. The other rested across her knees allowing her hand freedom to move as she idly tugged at her lower lip and stared out of the large windows and into the night. It seemed that Micah had taken to sleeping more and talking less which not only left her feeling uneasy but also meant the woman spent longer periods of time on her own. And when it was quiet...was when those feelings of angst and uncertainty would permeate her discombobulated psyche. In the silence she was forced to confront the visceral fear that writhed like a living beast within her, searching for an escape through the cracks that formed in her constructed reality. But why and where it sprang from were the answers she needed most. The vital keys to all that she felt and understood escaped her reach but she knew they were drawing closer. Like a pendulum building momentum and soon enough...soon enough the tendrils of her mind would curl about them …and that scared her.
Her own thoughts were becoming frightening as the darkness gathered at the fringes. She had felt this once before. Not again. Not now. All too suddenly Velveteen realised that she didn’t want to be alone. Not now. There was only one other person she could share such a moment with that wasn’t her husband. While they didn’t always see to eye to eye and their current relationship was tenuous at best the did share the exact same DNA. If anyone could understand or even begin to explain what she was feeling it would be her sister. It was a long shot but right now Velveteen would have appreciated the company of a grizzly bear...Satine’s claws weren’t quite as sharp. Not yet anyways. It would be the first time since they met that Velveteen would actually reach out to her twin. Apprehension made her pause. The overwhelming despair of loneliness shoved her forward.
She should ring. She should. But if Satine was busy or couldn’t come she wasn’t sure she could stand to hear it right now. Velveteen made the decision to risk it. Worst case her sister would be pissed. Her anger would be a distraction. They would fight and no longer would the feelings that threatened to engulf her be a problem. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the woman, summoning to her, almost afraid to open them when she felt the others presence.
Satine:The last seventy two hours or more had been one huge cluster of fires, storms and near catastrophes for the young and pretty much clueless necromancer. Satine was finding more fights erupting around her than she knew what to do with. everytime she thought she was gaining ground and getting ahead she was in worse shape than before. It didn’t end there.
The club was a mess. A huge disaster. She won the lotto way back on the first of April doing the nun on the run bit. She was always broke so the windfall was saved and then some. She found out it was for sale and she was looking for an investment. One of those quick deals where you don’t think twice...until after the fact. The interior was gutted the electric had never been turned on. The floor was appearing to have a life all its own and seemed all but possessed. She got a citation for the lighting beneath the public feet that was impossible to shut off. The electrician ashe contracted under the table suffered a seizure and was threatening to to take her to court unless she paid some ridiculous amount. That only proved to her that the man wanted to have more reason than a few blinking lights to dance around like a fish out of water. She added him to her list of problems to deal with once he was out of the hospital. If he took too long then she would do the ‘Juice Extraction’ method as she was starting to refer to it. Juice always got a job done. The man was as cool as dry ice being released in a room that needed his skill.
As for the rest of the turmoil presenting itself in spades to Satine’s waking hours...that was pretty much a boiling pot threatening to boil over. The King & Queen of Hearts paid her a visit at the club. How they found her was not even worth figuring out. Those two could find anyone. Which is sort of why they arrived to begin with. It all started with the smack down they gave bad boy Bugsy. He misbehaved and got his *** handed to him. It wasn’t like that was a surprise. Being the gangster he was and running with Carlo Facchiano pretty much made him a magnet for conflict and gunfire.
Increasingly on her own efforts so was Satine. Especially when the brother-in-law-sire and her sister came strolling in ready for a showdown over her recently taking a shot at Bunny in the hotel elevator. The gum chewing blonde had it coming and then some more when she had the chance to get around to it.Micah shot what was hers so she shot what was his on her way out of Pandemonium. Made sense to her. She was pretty sure it made sense to him too...even if he was less than pleased. Finding Krepsi with her in da club was not a point in favor of resolution. In short the scene was bloody, threats and expectation were issued again. Bugsy was pretty much told he was squirrel climbing the wrong tree and could lose his nuts. It didn’t phase him. He proved several times he could lose them and still be all bad *** going down.
For the moment as she stood there she was increasingly distracted from all the issues that needed her attention. She was like a slow growing volcano about to explode as she pulled the blouse over her shoulders and finished the task of buttoning the series of small beaded buttons down the front.. A slide of her second shoe in place over her ankle said the night was going to begin again and so was that urge to break a vein and perhaps a neck in a dark corner when the fires in her head couldn’t calm her down. There was an increasing anxiety buzzing through her and giving her a sense of apprehension she did not like at all. It usually brought on those nightmares she had been given a reprieve from since the turning. Something was building in the air around her and just when she was about finally take the time to figure it out she was pulled from her room and looking at her sister in the dark.
This was not good. One look at Velveteen and Satine felt like she was slammed by a wrecking ball but still was on her feet to talk about it. As misplaced as it would appear to be to anyone else a reserved smile oddly formed to her lips. Not a happy or smug expression but a gentle one that tried to convey to the woman her eyes were on that whatever was going on it would be okay now.
Satine felt better already as she stepped forward a few steps then paused when she felt the energy between them give her the signal that it was close enough. This explained what she had been trying to sort out. Nothing in the world could stand a chance when Satine felt like she did around her twin. The world instantly dissolved and the universe was no threat. Velveteen surely had to feel that way too. If she didn’t she was not going to leave until the woman did.
With a step forward it became that much more intense. What was surging through Vel found her as well. Loss gripped Satine so deep that her gut was writhing in torment. If she didn’t have a set of silver orbs piercing her she would have winced and clutched her chest which now was hurting like a ***********. Loss was taunting her head and she was overwhelmed with the signs of that rage that could rise without notice. She felt like there was an edge she was dangling off of and if she stepped again she may just drop into the abyss that was pulling at both of them. It was powerful and it was gripping her. Her eyes hooked on her sister in the shape she was visibly in and she was set on being strong enough for both of them.
Satine looked slowly around her and found the clues in the damage evidently left behind. She swallowed hard and dry. Her mind knew it was not a permanent type of loss but what the hell was it? That is when her eyes shifted and went over to Micah. The giant was never far from her sister. However, the fact he was sitting there propped up not moving an inch was interesting. He wasn’t saying anything and by now she expected in the very least some sharp words. Something at her arrival that would give her warning to watch herself in his presence. Nothing came. Her eyes stayed on him waiting then it hit her. Something was not right and she looked back going with what her instincts were telling her to do. She nodded a silent greeting to Micah. She could do this. If it backfired though she was incredibly fucked.
“I guess this isn’t about wanting your Uggs back is it?” Satine was opening the conversation while her insides were slowly burning up.
Satine darted her attention quickly to the place Micah was behind Velveteen. She would try something and if that didn’t get a “**** you, Satine.” she knew that her sister was looking like the world was caving in because with Micah unreachable for whatever reason it was. It was clear that she had been holed up for awhile where she was.
“Unless…” She smirked towards Micah. “You want them.” After getting no response that she expected she nodded. “No thanks. But since we are all here do you think it would be possible to get a loan? My contracted electrician had a seizure and **** on finishing the job of pulling up that floor you guys are digging. I need to lift it or deal with a citation. Hundred thousand sound unreasonable?” A grin surfaced on her lips. “Thanks!”
Velveteen: The arrival of her sister quieted the emotional monster that threatened to rip her apart from the inside. The only thing currently keeping it bay was not knowing what it was. Had she known that giving it a name would invite it forth and leave her vulnerable to its destruction she might have not tried so hard to work it out. For now it skulked about in the shadows of her subconscious, waiting. Velveteen was thankful for that small mercy as she mirrored the slight twist of her twin’s lips.
Silence engulfed them as each assessed the other. It was like that scene in the movies where the hero would cut the one wire on the ticking time bomb and watch the clock count down to zero as everyone waited for that moment of truth. Time would come to a standstill as you half closed your eyes and held your breath against the impending explosion that promised it would be your last. That was how it was with her sister. The pair had shared a rather short but volatile history up til this point but the one thing neither could deny was the bond they shared. Wanted or not. The pair were inevitably tied to each other and no amount of wishing it away would ever change it. Velveteen had come to accept this fact.
The Necromancer chuckled softly at her sister’s opening remark and shook her head. “Nah. You can keep ‘em.” Her voice raspy as air hissed its way along dry vocal cords and she welcomed the shroud of denial that once again soothed her disturbed mind. Unfortunately for her that pleasant safehold was weakening and was not going to protect her against the beast of her own divination for much longer.
She looked over her shoulder at Micah when Satine spoke and a sliver of hope sparked and fizzled almost immediately. There it was again. That feeling. Clawing at her insides. Velveteen scowled and turned back to face her sister who was still talking. Perhaps Satine was more out of her mind than Velveteen had anticipated, though it was dark, perhaps it wasn’t that obvious. She acquiesced and offered her twin the benefit of the doubt. “You think asking him while he is asleep will improve your chances? Though you know ...money is something I have plenty of. You could ask me directly.”
Satine:She looked back to Velveteen and her dark head didn’t miss a beat and shaking slowly. “He told me to ask him if I ever needed anything.” She looked past Vel to Micah. “I know right?”
Satine shrugged her shoulders. “So, you guys fixed the place up really nice. I like the lighting. You don’t have to tell me…” Her stomach hurt. She hoped that she was doing the right thing. If not she was pretty sure she would hear the one who brought her to the point she was now at in the room taking full advantage of the other not rising to her defense. “Yeah... what I thought.” Satine looked back at Velveteen. “He gives you full credit.”
Satine looked at the door as if she was prompted by Micah to do so then turned a little to make it more obvious what she was attempting to do. Another twirl of her head sent her hair back around to meet her as she nodded slowly. She pointed to the door behind her.
“She won't be sticking gum in my hair will she? Fed her her supplements and all that right?” Satine of course was referring to Bunny. “I have no issues with her at the moment. And I don’t want to start now.”