[closed : i'd like to laugh at all the things that led me on somehow the stigma still remains]

[girl_unlocking]

Who: samianscar & girl_unlocking
When: Just after this conversation.
Where: The alley of horror.
Format: Action.
What: Dawn's had some changes. Knows some things about Spike.
Warnings: Angst. Language. Tears. Bitchiness?

Comments

[samianscar]

[Tough. A rustle of leather down a fire escape ladder, followed by a clumnpkh of boots hitting asphalt, and he's standing a few feet away from her. He starts forward and stops at the edge of the blood spatter. For whatever reason: Lilly's influence of not wanting to further disturb the scene, general instinct trying to take it all in… or sensing the wall suddenly between them.]

[girl_unlocking]

[She looks up. Knows him by the whooshclumnpkh before he hits ground. There are whooshers, even clumnpkhers here, but none have that particularly recognizable combination that's tethered itself to her subconsious.

Whatever. That's not the issue.

The issue is, for the moment, the dark, questioning and fairly accusatory look she gives him before breaking the silence.]

What are you doing? Why are you back here?

[Making me face you. Making me talk to you. You're going to make me ask you and (not now Spike) I don't want to know.]

[samianscar]

[blinks at her, incomprehension rendering him flippant]

Well… probably something to the tune of you may not want be alone at a murder scene-no, you may want to, but maybe shouldn't; with a theme of it's of someone we both liked, and a chorus of it's a murder scene, in the city where such things tend to go in rounds.

[Are they falling into patterns? And is he being Buffy in them?!]

[girl_unlocking]

[Still staring. Less of a glare, but just as intense. She stands up (yeah, she's gained a few inches in this last day. Looks a little different around the edges. Maybe familiar, maybe not.]

I'm fine.

[Looks down. Blood on her shoes. No. Looks back up.]

And I'm not really in the mood for a chorus, or a tune, or any kind of spontaneous musical combustion [yeah, she remembers that now. Interesting, maybe, because she didn't before.]. Unless it's instrumental. Maybe a solo, huh?

[samianscar]

[Given that he'd lived with this Dawn, too, the incongruity here doesn't initially--]

Don't give me that "Fine." You couldn't possibly be fine. None of us are fine. It's Riza. Why are you even...

[--register--]

...Hang on.

[girl_unlocking]

[She's fighting back a sniffle, and the fact that she even has to - it's pissing her off.]

Fine, then.

No. I'm not fine. You're right. Go you.

Did you ever think that maybe I want to be by myself? That maybe I can take care of myself for a couple of hours without...

Ugh.

Just ...go back to fighting the good fight or solving crime or whatever the hell it is you do, anymore.

[There's hurt beneath this, a fearful glance for just a moment before she looks away.]

[samianscar]

[but his brain is backing up with an audible tick, and he looks at her still more oddly.]

Dawn. What's happened?

[girl_unlocking]

You know everything, why don't you tell me?

[No sooner does she spit that out - the guilt follows, fast on her heels. And then the sickness that comes in waves that just don't stop.]

Riza died here. I just left her. Her...

...body. W-with ...Colonel Mustang.

She wasn't even heavy to carry, you know? I wonder if I should have moved Tara. If I could have lifted her off the floor. Put her on the bed or...

[Her head is in her hands now, and she's turning away.]

Please go.

[samianscar]

[He kneels down next to her and starts to put out his hand. But Spike's got nothing if not instincts. The hand pauses in air, then drops back down without touching her.

He looks hard at her for a few minutes. Scents the air, takes in the surroundings. Waits for any different sign from her, which doesn't come.

And with a similar flaprustle, he does as she asks and is gone.]

[girl_unlocking]

[ooc: and not long after, Malfatto arrives. /SOB]