This is a hundred years late. TRIN DOESN'T CARE. SHE'S A DEMON. THAT'S ONLY FASHIONABLY LATE FOR HERomnomnomfaceJuly 23 2011, 02:38:35 UTC
Trin's just dancing along the path in the Park. Y'know. Like you do. Her eyes are closed and she's moving to music no one can hear, and even if they can hear her tuneless humming, they wouldn't know the song.
It's pretty obvious where this is going. Trin's not very coordinated with her eyes open, much less with them closed. Her legs find the bench Nikolas is sitting on, and her body finds Nikolas's body and her head finds his lap.
She opens her eyes and stares up at him. And then continues singing "THE HIIIIIIIIIIILS ARE ALIIIIIVE."
I LOVE ALL YOUR TAGS, ESP WHEN THEY ARE FASHIONABLY LATE. <3onethingonlyJuly 24 2011, 01:29:55 UTC
This is the last thing Nikolas expects to find.
His mind is already conjuring up plenty of circumstances in which he can find himself in. Most of them pertain to monsters and being sucked in by another vortex caused through breaks in space and time.
He does not expect a blonde's head suddenly in his lap. And it is singing. Why is it singing?
“WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUUUUUUSIC,” Trin finishes the phrase. There’s a long pause where she looks up into Nikolas’s face, studying it, no real expression except one of pure innocence on her face. She blinks once, twice.
And then she opens her mouth.
“WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG FOR A THOUSAND YEAAAAAAAAAAARS.”
He must know the tune. He must. Maybe this will become a duet!
...It is entirely possible that she’s totally drunk. Actually, the possibility is pretty high at this stage, pushing more and more into the ‘likely’ category. It was just an afternoon sloshfest!, she’ll later protest. It was fine, she was vaguely tipsy and then very tipsy and she dueted with a stranger while laying in his lap!
If he knows the words.
Come on, Nikolas. Next line. “THE HILLS FILL MY HEAAART...”
Oh, God. He has no idea what to do with this person.
Nikolas stares back at her. His expression doesn't exactly hold innocence, so much as utter bewilderment.
He does know the tune, actually.
It was his mother's favorite movie, but this is not what he expected. And while he can likely smell the alcohol on her breath, it's hardly proper to point this out to her. Nikolas is big on manners, Trinity.
He just also doesn't know how to react here.
"Excuse me," he says, and he moves slightly to the side while helping her, or attempting to help her, into an upright position. "Are... you all right?"
Trin blinks at him once. Twice. He's supposed to be singing. He's supposed to be singing and he's not.
"WITH THE... sound of..." she trails all almost sadly. She lays limply in his grasp then veers herself up quickly.
"I'm legal!" she announces. She's not going to clarify what that means, although it means any number of things. She's legal to drink, legal to have sex with... legal to rent a port-a-pottie... She can party all night long, baby.
...And yup, that's her answer to your question, Nikolas. That's all she's got right now.
He often does not do plenty of things others would consider 'fun.' His life is a pit of brooding and despair. Or something. He tilts his head quizzically at her, wondering what she means, knowing better than to expect clarification by now.
"That's... wonderful, congratulations," he says, and he clears his throat.
"Were you with someone? Is someone looking for you?" he asks.
He hopes the answer is yes since he wants to actually get her to where she's supposed to be, instead of just leaving her here on a bench. He hasn't even been here for five hours and it's already proven to be a mind-tripping experience.
Welcome to Chicago, Nikolas Cassadine. Welcome to Chicago.
"Thanks!" she practically cheeps. "I just had my birthday a couple of weeks ago. It was fun! I couldn't even walk by the time it was over. I had to crawl out of the bar."
Yup, this is Trin, over-sharing about everything. "Did you hear about it?" she asks. "It was like the most awesome thing ever and afterwards the building burned down but that was TOTALLY UNRELATED no matter what anyone might try to tell you."
She seems to be sort of swaying as she thinks. "I was with someone!" she cries, poking Nikolas in the chest as she remembers. "I was with a guy. D... Dave! We're friends, y'know, he's super nice and put me in a taxi home and everything. He lives at the Kashtta and I live... nowhere."
She looks off into the distance, suddenly sad as she remembers everything that happened after her birthday. "I didn't actually live at the place I thought I did--I mean, I did but there was this eviction notice and I couldn't read it because I was too DRUNK, y'know? It was my birthday! And now I have nowhere to go
( ... )
"Did you?" Nikolas asks, and as strange as he thinks she is, from what little they have spoken, he does say genuinely, "Happy birthday. May I ask how old you turned or is that impolite to ask a woman?"
He can never be quite sure.
At least he certainly would never ask any of them for their weight. He laughs a little and shakes his head, "No, I didn't hear about it. I only arrived in Chicago hours ago, if you can believe it," he says, and there's no way of knowing she'd just get he was a Wanderer, even if he was warned angels and demons could tell.
There's no way for Nikolas to know she's a demon, in turn. His brows furrow in concern at the rest of what she says. "You haven't thought to live in the Kashtta along with your friend, Dave? From what I have learned, there's free room and board for everyone that would need a place to go."
He has no idea he's the latest victim. But there is a lot of concern in those dark brown eyes, Trinity.
Trin beams. "Thanks!" she says. "I just turned TWENTY-FUCKING-ONE which means as soon as I can get enough cash I gotta go get a legit ID or something because I don't have one and it SUCKS because now I'm LEGAL, BABY!"
She giggles a little bit. "Aw. That's too bad! You should have gotten here earlier, you could have come and it would have been a GREAT TIME. THE BEST TIME." She knows he's a Wanderer, but it doesn't matter to Trin, angel, demon, wanderer, mundane human. THEY'RE ALL THE SAME TO HER.
Trin vigorously wipes her eyes. "Yeah but. It's like. STUFF there and." Really, that thought just hadn't crossed her mind. "Do you think they'd really let me?" she asks, trying not to sound hopeful but totally failing. "Do you think they'd let me live there
( ... )
There is a moment of '...' and he laughs, half-uncertainly, half out of lacking anything else to do. "My apologies for missing out on what clearly appears to be the event of the year," he tells her, smiling back at her when she giggles.
At least she is crying a bit less.
"I see no reason why they wouldn't," Nikolas assures her with the vehement shake of her head. She is... unconventional, of course, but he believes the point of the Tower is that any and all can find refuge there. "It's supposed to be a sanctuary for anyone that needs it, free room and board. You deserve to have that as much as any of us. Everyone should have a roof over their heads."
He opens his mouth and closes it. "I was--actually on my way over there," he lies. Nikolas isn't sure yet if he's planning no living there or not, but he was going to scope it out, just in case. "Will you walk with me? We might get you a room."
The alternative is leaving here here, and he's too much of a gentleman for that. She's young, and she shouldn't be left homeless.
"That's okay," Trin says. "I mean, really in the end it's your loss, so I guess I'm sorry you missed out." Her logic is flawless, really.
Of course, his logic of "Everyone should have a roof over their heads" doesn't make much sense to her. She hasn't really had a stable place of residence since Christmas of the year she got her wings. She looks at him, sort of confused.
But then... if he's willing to take her. "Wo... would you really? Seriously?" she asks haltingly. "That would be."
And then before he has a chance to retract that statement, she throws her arms around him in a massive hug. "Thank you!" she almost yells. The tears are back on the rise. Sorry, Nikolas.
Nikolas bites back an amused and incredulous expression. "I'm terribly sorry for the same thing," he says, with such a deadpanned expression one would be hard-pressed to question the sentiment of it.
It truly is flawless logic.
"Of course I would."
He is not sure what to do in this circumstance. She is unstable, he determines, but something about her makes him helpless to do anything but place his hand at her back soothingly. "You're welcome," he says with a small laugh, and he would not have retracted his statement, Trin.
Nikolas stands back and offers his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
Trin sighs calmly. "Well, there's always next year!" she cries. "Or next week. Or tomorrow. I could arrange a party tonight, if you want. Any time." She beams at him. He could come any time! They could party! It would be awesome!
Trin is so happy to think about the fact that she has a stable place to go if she needs it. And that this man is helping her (that he's rather attractive is like a double bonus). Just. Right when things were looking really bad, now they're looking WONDERFUL. "Yes please," she says, leaning into the touch just a little bit.
It's pretty obvious where this is going. Trin's not very coordinated with her eyes open, much less with them closed. Her legs find the bench Nikolas is sitting on, and her body finds Nikolas's body and her head finds his lap.
She opens her eyes and stares up at him. And then continues singing "THE HIIIIIIIIIIILS ARE ALIIIIIVE."
Yeah. That was the song she was dancing to.
Hi, Nikolas.
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His mind is already conjuring up plenty of circumstances in which he can find himself in. Most of them pertain to monsters and being sucked in by another vortex caused through breaks in space and time.
He does not expect a blonde's head suddenly in his lap. And it is singing. Why is it singing?
"I... beg your pardon?"
Yes, he is very formal-like. He is a prince!
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And then she opens her mouth.
“WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG FOR A THOUSAND YEAAAAAAAAAAARS.”
He must know the tune. He must. Maybe this will become a duet!
...It is entirely possible that she’s totally drunk. Actually, the possibility is pretty high at this stage, pushing more and more into the ‘likely’ category. It was just an afternoon sloshfest!, she’ll later protest. It was fine, she was vaguely tipsy and then very tipsy and she dueted with a stranger while laying in his lap!
If he knows the words.
Come on, Nikolas. Next line. “THE HILLS FILL MY HEAAART...”
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Nikolas stares back at her. His expression doesn't exactly hold innocence, so much as utter bewilderment.
He does know the tune, actually.
It was his mother's favorite movie, but this is not what he expected. And while he can likely smell the alcohol on her breath, it's hardly proper to point this out to her. Nikolas is big on manners, Trinity.
He just also doesn't know how to react here.
"Excuse me," he says, and he moves slightly to the side while helping her, or attempting to help her, into an upright position. "Are... you all right?"
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"WITH THE... sound of..." she trails all almost sadly. She lays limply in his grasp then veers herself up quickly.
"I'm legal!" she announces. She's not going to clarify what that means, although it means any number of things. She's legal to drink, legal to have sex with... legal to rent a port-a-pottie... She can party all night long, baby.
...And yup, that's her answer to your question, Nikolas. That's all she's got right now.
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He often does not do plenty of things others would consider 'fun.' His life is a pit of brooding and despair. Or something. He tilts his head quizzically at her, wondering what she means, knowing better than to expect clarification by now.
"That's... wonderful, congratulations," he says, and he clears his throat.
"Were you with someone? Is someone looking for you?" he asks.
He hopes the answer is yes since he wants to actually get her to where she's supposed to be, instead of just leaving her here on a bench. He hasn't even been here for five hours and it's already proven to be a mind-tripping experience.
Welcome to Chicago, Nikolas Cassadine. Welcome to Chicago.
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Yup, this is Trin, over-sharing about everything. "Did you hear about it?" she asks. "It was like the most awesome thing ever and afterwards the building burned down but that was TOTALLY UNRELATED no matter what anyone might try to tell you."
She seems to be sort of swaying as she thinks. "I was with someone!" she cries, poking Nikolas in the chest as she remembers. "I was with a guy. D... Dave! We're friends, y'know, he's super nice and put me in a taxi home and everything. He lives at the Kashtta and I live... nowhere."
She looks off into the distance, suddenly sad as she remembers everything that happened after her birthday. "I didn't actually live at the place I thought I did--I mean, I did but there was this eviction notice and I couldn't read it because I was too DRUNK, y'know? It was my birthday! And now I have nowhere to go ( ... )
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He can never be quite sure.
At least he certainly would never ask any of them for their weight. He laughs a little and shakes his head, "No, I didn't hear about it. I only arrived in Chicago hours ago, if you can believe it," he says, and there's no way of knowing she'd just get he was a Wanderer, even if he was warned angels and demons could tell.
There's no way for Nikolas to know she's a demon, in turn. His brows furrow in concern at the rest of what she says. "You haven't thought to live in the Kashtta along with your friend, Dave? From what I have learned, there's free room and board for everyone that would need a place to go."
He has no idea he's the latest victim. But there is a lot of concern in those dark brown eyes, Trinity.
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She giggles a little bit. "Aw. That's too bad! You should have gotten here earlier, you could have come and it would have been a GREAT TIME. THE BEST TIME." She knows he's a Wanderer, but it doesn't matter to Trin, angel, demon, wanderer, mundane human. THEY'RE ALL THE SAME TO HER.
Trin vigorously wipes her eyes. "Yeah but. It's like. STUFF there and." Really, that thought just hadn't crossed her mind. "Do you think they'd really let me?" she asks, trying not to sound hopeful but totally failing. "Do you think they'd let me live there ( ... )
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At least she is crying a bit less.
"I see no reason why they wouldn't," Nikolas assures her with the vehement shake of her head. She is... unconventional, of course, but he believes the point of the Tower is that any and all can find refuge there. "It's supposed to be a sanctuary for anyone that needs it, free room and board. You deserve to have that as much as any of us. Everyone should have a roof over their heads."
He opens his mouth and closes it. "I was--actually on my way over there," he lies. Nikolas isn't sure yet if he's planning no living there or not, but he was going to scope it out, just in case. "Will you walk with me? We might get you a room."
The alternative is leaving here here, and he's too much of a gentleman for that. She's young, and she shouldn't be left homeless.
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Of course, his logic of "Everyone should have a roof over their heads" doesn't make much sense to her. She hasn't really had a stable place of residence since Christmas of the year she got her wings. She looks at him, sort of confused.
But then... if he's willing to take her. "Wo... would you really? Seriously?" she asks haltingly. "That would be."
And then before he has a chance to retract that statement, she throws her arms around him in a massive hug. "Thank you!" she almost yells. The tears are back on the rise. Sorry, Nikolas.
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It truly is flawless logic.
"Of course I would."
He is not sure what to do in this circumstance. She is unstable, he determines, but something about her makes him helpless to do anything but place his hand at her back soothingly. "You're welcome," he says with a small laugh, and he would not have retracted his statement, Trin.
Nikolas stands back and offers his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
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Trin is so happy to think about the fact that she has a stable place to go if she needs it. And that this man is helping her (that he's rather attractive is like a double bonus). Just. Right when things were looking really bad, now they're looking WONDERFUL. "Yes please," she says, leaning into the touch just a little bit.
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