Friday, Day, Fandom Town Jail
Angelus sat in the back of the cell. He whistled a chipper song to himself and thought fond thoughts of some of his best kills.
Not that he was contemplating how he would use some of those earlier techniques to thank the people who'd put him in here.
Rory was just glad for the convenient timing, really. Nice of everything to fall apart after finals.
She bit her lip as she approached, kind of not really believing it. He'd probably be able to fix that for her pretty quickly.
Angelus gave her his best smile. "Hey sis."
"Hi," she said quietly, watching him and taking in his surroundings.
"Miss me?" He got up and held his arms out. "How about a hug?"
"Thanks, but I'm good," she replied, crossing her arms around herself. "Kind of still sporting the scar from the last time you and I hugged. So to speak."
"I can see," Angelus said. "Gotta say, mortal wound is an excellent look for you. Goes with the pale skin."
"Yeah, thanks for really improving my look there. I appreciate it." She rolled her eyes, shifting and trying everything she knew to mask how scared she was, just being back in the same room. "So. Having fun?"
"Wouldn't turn down a magazine," Angelus replied. "How 'bout you, Ror? Enjoying school? Family okay? Getting it good from the Jedi?"
"School's done for the semester, my family is far and away in Connecticut, and that's none of your business," she said evenly. "You stay away from Anakin."
"Awww, that is so cute." Angelus clasped a hand over his unbeating heart. "Seems like only yesterday you gave that kind of crap about Logan."
She shrugged. "Not as though I particularly want you going after Logan, either. Or anyone. Really fond of your new digs, I must say," she replied, getting a better look.
"Just saying it's a trip down memory lane," Angelus said. He strolled around the perimeter of the cell, such as it was. "You. Logan. Freaking squirrels. Next you'll be telling me Beka's around the corner waiting to give me the clap."
"Not last I checked," Rory remarked as dryly as she could manage. "Want me to spit at you? Maybe we could all brawl in someone's bedroom. Mmm, nostalgia. Makes me crave an IV, really."
"Makes me crave some annoying gullible chick who won't shut up and has a bad boy co-dependancy," Angelus replied. "Oh, wait, you're already here."
She smiled, but it didn't get to her eyes. "You're not my type. I forgot how fun you could be. Totally missed this. Really."
"S'okay," Angelus assured her. He patted his stomach. "You ended up repeating on me something fierce. Turns out you taste as bad as you look."
"Which begs the question of why you went after me to begin with," she replied. "I mean, charming guy like you with such good taste and all."
"Means to an end," Angelus said with a shrug. "Not that I'm proud of it, considering the end."
"Mmm." She nodded, her arms tightening around herself. "You're not very good at all this, huh?"
"Not interested in you anymore, Ror," Angelus said. "Oh, sure, soul boy's got his whole thing about relationships only existing to act like hairshirts. But not me. Been there, done that, moved on. You should try it."
"No, I meant the not getting caught part," she replied, feeling some confidence come back. "Sure, you're great at talking big, and you did some damage, but you got caught, just like last time. And when it comes down to it, you're just a guy in a cage now. You're not very good at this whole scary badass thing, are you?"
"I'm not dust and I'm not souled," Angelus said, ever-cocky. "Sounds to me like you goody types aren't doing so great either."
"Matter of time," she replied, smiling a little. "And in the meantime, no one's died, and you're stuck in a cage. You're right, you totally have the upper hand. There, in your cage. I feel totally helpless and scared of you out here, really, I do."
Really, she kind of did, but she was starting to warm to her bravado.
"Good," Angelus said. "So that's one of your many issues down. Need some help with the whole wondering if Anakin is capable of loving you thing?"
"No," she said dismissively, shifting from foot to foot. "So, tell me. When'd you lose the soul? Awhile ago? Is that why you decided that you should come out here and mess with kids in Mr. Winchester's class?"
"No, that was all soul boy actually," Angelus said. He leaned against the front of the cage. "Guess he got tired of pretending to give a damn."
"No," she corrected, taking a step back instinctively, "because...no. He wanted to help. He would wholly approve of this," she added, gesturing at his cage. "No, I take that back. Self-sacrificing dumbass would want us to stake you."
"You're not wrong," Angelus had to admit. "'course you're not. Which means that if he comes back, he's not gonna be happy with you."
"Sorry, Angel," she said, shrugging. "When you're back, I'll make it up to you. In the meantime, I like the cage a lot more than I liked almost dying. Pretty sure I get that one."
"I'm serious, Ror," Angelus said, his voice low, and confident. "He'll claim he hates himself, say it's his fault for all the evil, nasty things I do or - " Angelus gave a nod to the bars " - would like to do. But deep down he'll be thinking he couldn't trust you. You betrayed him. And he'll swear you're just as close as you ever were but... you'll know it's not true."
Rory knew he was trying to manipulate her. She wasn't stupid, by any means.
But damn if he didn't know how to play exactly on her insecurities.
"I'm not staking you. If nothing else, you're in the cage and I'm not going in there to do it," she said flatly. "Please, you'd snap me like a twig before I knew what hit me. It'd be a useless move, and all it'd accomplish would be your escape. And don't call me Ror."
"Darn. You're on to me." Angelus leaned right up against the bars, looking her in the eyes. "Sis."
"Don't," she said, very quietly.
"Hey," Angelus said, his voice an imitation of gentle. "That night together, you and me... maybe if you were pretty enough I would've loved you like a sister. Just like Angel thinks about..."
Rory wrinkled her nose. "Guess we're all lucky I'm not really a looker, then," she said softly.
She'd let it get to her later.
Angelus pretended not to hear her. "All he ever thinks about is holding you, feeling your soft skin, hearing your heart beat, pretending that he's not feeling those - " He wrapped a hand around the bars and gave it a suggestive squeeze " - urges."
"No, he doesn't," she sighed, playing it off and trying to hide that she was kind of starting to feel a little sick.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, kiddo." Angelus shrugged, moving further back in his cell. "Me? I don't care."
"Why would you tell me that if you don't?"
She was honestly curious.
"I don't care about your issues," Angelus clarified. "Spilling secrets soul boy'd rather keep to himself? That's just fun."
"And messing with my head's a bonus, too," she said with a bright, fake smile. "You're a sick fuck, Angelus. Enjoy your cage."
And with that, she walked out.
[NFI, OOC-AOK. Preplayed with auroryborealis]
Not that he was contemplating how he would use some of those earlier techniques to thank the people who'd put him in here.
Rory was just glad for the convenient timing, really. Nice of everything to fall apart after finals.
She bit her lip as she approached, kind of not really believing it. He'd probably be able to fix that for her pretty quickly.
Angelus gave her his best smile. "Hey sis."
"Hi," she said quietly, watching him and taking in his surroundings.
"Miss me?" He got up and held his arms out. "How about a hug?"
"Thanks, but I'm good," she replied, crossing her arms around herself. "Kind of still sporting the scar from the last time you and I hugged. So to speak."
"I can see," Angelus said. "Gotta say, mortal wound is an excellent look for you. Goes with the pale skin."
"Yeah, thanks for really improving my look there. I appreciate it." She rolled her eyes, shifting and trying everything she knew to mask how scared she was, just being back in the same room. "So. Having fun?"
"Wouldn't turn down a magazine," Angelus replied. "How 'bout you, Ror? Enjoying school? Family okay? Getting it good from the Jedi?"
"School's done for the semester, my family is far and away in Connecticut, and that's none of your business," she said evenly. "You stay away from Anakin."
"Awww, that is so cute." Angelus clasped a hand over his unbeating heart. "Seems like only yesterday you gave that kind of crap about Logan."
She shrugged. "Not as though I particularly want you going after Logan, either. Or anyone. Really fond of your new digs, I must say," she replied, getting a better look.
"Just saying it's a trip down memory lane," Angelus said. He strolled around the perimeter of the cell, such as it was. "You. Logan. Freaking squirrels. Next you'll be telling me Beka's around the corner waiting to give me the clap."
"Not last I checked," Rory remarked as dryly as she could manage. "Want me to spit at you? Maybe we could all brawl in someone's bedroom. Mmm, nostalgia. Makes me crave an IV, really."
"Makes me crave some annoying gullible chick who won't shut up and has a bad boy co-dependancy," Angelus replied. "Oh, wait, you're already here."
She smiled, but it didn't get to her eyes. "You're not my type. I forgot how fun you could be. Totally missed this. Really."
"S'okay," Angelus assured her. He patted his stomach. "You ended up repeating on me something fierce. Turns out you taste as bad as you look."
"Which begs the question of why you went after me to begin with," she replied. "I mean, charming guy like you with such good taste and all."
"Means to an end," Angelus said with a shrug. "Not that I'm proud of it, considering the end."
"Mmm." She nodded, her arms tightening around herself. "You're not very good at all this, huh?"
"Not interested in you anymore, Ror," Angelus said. "Oh, sure, soul boy's got his whole thing about relationships only existing to act like hairshirts. But not me. Been there, done that, moved on. You should try it."
"No, I meant the not getting caught part," she replied, feeling some confidence come back. "Sure, you're great at talking big, and you did some damage, but you got caught, just like last time. And when it comes down to it, you're just a guy in a cage now. You're not very good at this whole scary badass thing, are you?"
"I'm not dust and I'm not souled," Angelus said, ever-cocky. "Sounds to me like you goody types aren't doing so great either."
"Matter of time," she replied, smiling a little. "And in the meantime, no one's died, and you're stuck in a cage. You're right, you totally have the upper hand. There, in your cage. I feel totally helpless and scared of you out here, really, I do."
Really, she kind of did, but she was starting to warm to her bravado.
"Good," Angelus said. "So that's one of your many issues down. Need some help with the whole wondering if Anakin is capable of loving you thing?"
"No," she said dismissively, shifting from foot to foot. "So, tell me. When'd you lose the soul? Awhile ago? Is that why you decided that you should come out here and mess with kids in Mr. Winchester's class?"
"No, that was all soul boy actually," Angelus said. He leaned against the front of the cage. "Guess he got tired of pretending to give a damn."
"No," she corrected, taking a step back instinctively, "because...no. He wanted to help. He would wholly approve of this," she added, gesturing at his cage. "No, I take that back. Self-sacrificing dumbass would want us to stake you."
"You're not wrong," Angelus had to admit. "'course you're not. Which means that if he comes back, he's not gonna be happy with you."
"Sorry, Angel," she said, shrugging. "When you're back, I'll make it up to you. In the meantime, I like the cage a lot more than I liked almost dying. Pretty sure I get that one."
"I'm serious, Ror," Angelus said, his voice low, and confident. "He'll claim he hates himself, say it's his fault for all the evil, nasty things I do or - " Angelus gave a nod to the bars " - would like to do. But deep down he'll be thinking he couldn't trust you. You betrayed him. And he'll swear you're just as close as you ever were but... you'll know it's not true."
Rory knew he was trying to manipulate her. She wasn't stupid, by any means.
But damn if he didn't know how to play exactly on her insecurities.
"I'm not staking you. If nothing else, you're in the cage and I'm not going in there to do it," she said flatly. "Please, you'd snap me like a twig before I knew what hit me. It'd be a useless move, and all it'd accomplish would be your escape. And don't call me Ror."
"Darn. You're on to me." Angelus leaned right up against the bars, looking her in the eyes. "Sis."
"Don't," she said, very quietly.
"Hey," Angelus said, his voice an imitation of gentle. "That night together, you and me... maybe if you were pretty enough I would've loved you like a sister. Just like Angel thinks about..."
Rory wrinkled her nose. "Guess we're all lucky I'm not really a looker, then," she said softly.
She'd let it get to her later.
Angelus pretended not to hear her. "All he ever thinks about is holding you, feeling your soft skin, hearing your heart beat, pretending that he's not feeling those - " He wrapped a hand around the bars and gave it a suggestive squeeze " - urges."
"No, he doesn't," she sighed, playing it off and trying to hide that she was kind of starting to feel a little sick.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, kiddo." Angelus shrugged, moving further back in his cell. "Me? I don't care."
"Why would you tell me that if you don't?"
She was honestly curious.
"I don't care about your issues," Angelus clarified. "Spilling secrets soul boy'd rather keep to himself? That's just fun."
"And messing with my head's a bonus, too," she said with a bright, fake smile. "You're a sick fuck, Angelus. Enjoy your cage."
And with that, she walked out.
[NFI, OOC-AOK. Preplayed with auroryborealis]