4 months & 2 weeks after Fandom
Isabel had sung, she'd recited poetry, and in desperation, bad dialogue from Wendy the Werewolf Stalker episodes, anything to distract herself from thinking about what was going to happen when Kivar got bored with letting her wait. She had no idea how much time had passed. The single light in the cell would switch off and on at irregular intervals, making her dread the darkness and oppressive silence of the cell. There was no schedule to the arrival of the meager food that would sometimes appear, when, despite her nerves, she'd doze off into an uneasy sleep. She almost wished something would happen, just to break the monotony.
"It's up to you to make something happen," a familiar voice said.
The voice was so unexpected, Isabel jumped. "Who's there?"
"Did you miss me?"
The lights came up suddenly and she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the painful glare. "Parker? The hell? No. You're not here."
"Like it matters. Jesus, this place is a dump." Parker kicked the wall, and examined the edge of her shoe with distaste. "Not exactly the honeymoon suite. Then again, Kivar isn't exactly love's young dream, is he?"
She knew this wasn't real, knew there was no way Parker could be here but it was still such a relief to see a familiar face. "No, far from it," Isabel said, watching her closely. "I suppose he thinks that he'll win by keeping me here."
"Shyeah. His approach? Needs work." Parker cocked her head, and pulled out her cigarette case, carefully lighting one with an oversize lighter. "So. When does the cavalry get here?"
"You mean you're not it?" she asked wryly. "I'm sure they'll be here soon." Although Isabel was beginning to doubt it. She knew Max would push to find her, but she wondered if the others would want to spend the time and energy or if they would just write her off.
"MMmm. You going to be able to hold out?" Parker asked, looking concerned. "I mean, I know there's no way you'll fall for Kivar, but physically-- are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Isabel said. "Miss you guys mostly."
"Well, of course." Parker flashed her wicked smile, then frowned a little, tapping ashes off her cigarette, looking thoughtful.
"So that's it?" Isabel asked. "No words of wisdom? No pep talk? No threats about introducing him to your gun?" She leaned her head back against the wall, watching what she was sure was Kivar's creation carefully.
Parker waved the cigarette, smoke trailing behind it like a banner. "The gun is the least of his worries. I figured I could tie him to a chair and you could blow it up multiple times. But we have to get you out of here, first." She started pacing the cell, checking the floor, and the ceiling, and all of the walls.
"You think I haven't crawled over every inch of this cell? If there was a way out, I would have found it," she said.
Parker nodded slowly. "Tell me, what exactly did Laughing Boy say would get you out of here? What does he want from you?"
"It doesn't matter," Isabel said firmly. "Because I'll rot here before I say it."
Parker snorted. "Is that what you want to do? Isabel, think." Parker stood in front of her, looking impatient but concerned. "It's just words. Why does it matter if you say them, if you know you're lying?"
"Because it's more then words and you know it. I won't give him. Give you," she said, ignoring the Parker facade and speaking directly to Kivar who she was certain was listening or observing somehow, "That kind of legitimacy."
Dismissively she turned her back, reaching for the pillow and blanket. "It was nice of you to drop by. But you can go now."
"You know I'm right," Parker said. "You can't last forever. You wouldn't be the first person to take vows and not mean them. And at least that way, you'd have a shot at escape." She took another drag off her cigarette and sighed. "Don't die in here before I get to see you again, Isabel."
Isabel said nothing, just waited as the room grew dark and silent once more.
[NFB due to distance. Pre-played with the wonderful mparkerceo No IC interaction possible. OOC comments are always welcome.]
"It's up to you to make something happen," a familiar voice said.
The voice was so unexpected, Isabel jumped. "Who's there?"
"Did you miss me?"
The lights came up suddenly and she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the painful glare. "Parker? The hell? No. You're not here."
"Like it matters. Jesus, this place is a dump." Parker kicked the wall, and examined the edge of her shoe with distaste. "Not exactly the honeymoon suite. Then again, Kivar isn't exactly love's young dream, is he?"
She knew this wasn't real, knew there was no way Parker could be here but it was still such a relief to see a familiar face. "No, far from it," Isabel said, watching her closely. "I suppose he thinks that he'll win by keeping me here."
"Shyeah. His approach? Needs work." Parker cocked her head, and pulled out her cigarette case, carefully lighting one with an oversize lighter. "So. When does the cavalry get here?"
"You mean you're not it?" she asked wryly. "I'm sure they'll be here soon." Although Isabel was beginning to doubt it. She knew Max would push to find her, but she wondered if the others would want to spend the time and energy or if they would just write her off.
"MMmm. You going to be able to hold out?" Parker asked, looking concerned. "I mean, I know there's no way you'll fall for Kivar, but physically-- are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Isabel said. "Miss you guys mostly."
"Well, of course." Parker flashed her wicked smile, then frowned a little, tapping ashes off her cigarette, looking thoughtful.
"So that's it?" Isabel asked. "No words of wisdom? No pep talk? No threats about introducing him to your gun?" She leaned her head back against the wall, watching what she was sure was Kivar's creation carefully.
Parker waved the cigarette, smoke trailing behind it like a banner. "The gun is the least of his worries. I figured I could tie him to a chair and you could blow it up multiple times. But we have to get you out of here, first." She started pacing the cell, checking the floor, and the ceiling, and all of the walls.
"You think I haven't crawled over every inch of this cell? If there was a way out, I would have found it," she said.
Parker nodded slowly. "Tell me, what exactly did Laughing Boy say would get you out of here? What does he want from you?"
"It doesn't matter," Isabel said firmly. "Because I'll rot here before I say it."
Parker snorted. "Is that what you want to do? Isabel, think." Parker stood in front of her, looking impatient but concerned. "It's just words. Why does it matter if you say them, if you know you're lying?"
"Because it's more then words and you know it. I won't give him. Give you," she said, ignoring the Parker facade and speaking directly to Kivar who she was certain was listening or observing somehow, "That kind of legitimacy."
Dismissively she turned her back, reaching for the pillow and blanket. "It was nice of you to drop by. But you can go now."
"You know I'm right," Parker said. "You can't last forever. You wouldn't be the first person to take vows and not mean them. And at least that way, you'd have a shot at escape." She took another drag off her cigarette and sighed. "Don't die in here before I get to see you again, Isabel."
Isabel said nothing, just waited as the room grew dark and silent once more.
[NFB due to distance. Pre-played with the wonderful mparkerceo No IC interaction possible. OOC comments are always welcome.]