Oh, hey, who'da thunk that Dee would be right there. Wow. Girl is obsessed. Just a little.
She bolts into the office/lobby after him, calling his name.
"Ramon! Ramon! Hey, where the hell have you been, I was worried about you. I heard a shot at the meeting last night, and then you vanished! I thought..."
Good thing Ramon just equates that to being friendly. Or eager to be with someone. Because he knows NOTHING about getting clingy with an individual you want to be friends with, right, St. John?
When he hears his name being called, it's also a good thing that he recognizes the voice. Ramon turns around and might have attempted a smile, but it sort of dies when he hears what she was talking about.
Scripted reaction, last resort, 19. Just Can't Help Myself Hug.
She throws her arms around his middle and hugs him tightly, noticing how very weirdly nice that feels. She usually never hugs people. This is what she does if a john just loves to think he's a hero. Saving her. His little princess whore. Fuck you, Julia Roberts.
Hugging worries her. This was getting out of control. Fast. WHY?
"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm glad you're okay."
Oh, good, she doesn't want to think about it! Neither does he. Obviously. He lets out a sigh and then give a very careful hug back. Man, he's touching more people in this past week than he has in his entire life.
"Mm, th-thanks. Glad you're...okay too." Not sure if she was ever in the way of danger, but still. It's the nice thing to say and it's what he's feeling. He wouldn't like it if he heard that one of his new friends got hurt or scared from all of that last night.
"Did you come here just to...check up on me?" People being concerned for his welfare this closely is a new sensation too. Not a bad one, mind. Much like the new thing that is 'friendly, physical contact'. Which is still going on with this hug.
She ducks her head, which leaves her face buried in his chest.
He smells good. Why would she notice that. Why.
"Hey, c'mon, let's go for a walk. This place gives me the creeps, I hate it. Let's go out. Please?"
Really, she just doesn't want the desk clerk to recognize her. She REALLY hates the Dam Site. Stupid fucking...wait, maybe he's dead! She perks up a bit.
"...O-Out? Ummm." There's a wary glance at the window, as though scoping for anything unpleasant that could be lurking. It looks clear enough. And the weather is nice too! But...
"The c-creeps? Why?" If this place he now considers a safe haven is creepy to her, how can he not be giving her the willies as well? He's always seemed to gather the impression he makes people uncomfortable for a variety of reasons.
Totally unaware of how this is going to hit him, she lays down the 'local who knows the town' card.
"Oh, everybody says this place is haunted. Apparently some broad hanged herself back in the seventies when her sewing shop went out of business here. Up on the second floor. They only found out when the smell got to be too much."
This is probably bullshit. Like all urban legends, it's gotten totally spun out of proportion. But she lays it down like fact, in a half 'ooh spooky' and half 'matter of fact' voice. Like all good urban legends should be imparted.
His eyes go huge at that story, and the fact that it was on the second floor doesn't help. That's where he is, goshdarnit! The seventies was a long time ago, of course. Maybe she's fully passed on since then. But if she hasn't, then she is truly going to be a horror to behold.
Ramon gulps and looks even more nervous than before, if that's possible. "R-Really? Oh...Oh boy. Um. I-...I guess we can. Um. Go get some f-fresh air. I guess. J-Just a short walk or-or something."
Taking his hand, she firmly leads him out of the Inn and into the big wide world.
Only when they hit the main road, she turns right, down a small dirt road that seemingly leads to nowhere.
While they walked, she kept that grip on his hand, not wavering or hesitating or letting him go. She didn't talk at all, either, waiting for him to break the silence.
It's funny, how well she can use and manipulate someone when she puts her mind to it. She has a feeling that silence is hard for him, he needs to talk. So she waits for him to do so.
Besides, if he talked, then she could get more to use against him.
...WITH him. No. Against him. No. Wait. This is weird and confusing...
Yeah, he can be one to sit through a good deal of awkward silence. He's often the one who CAUSES it. But lately, oppressive lack of words and sounds make him nervous. They always have; it leaves you with that jittery expectation that something horrible and loud is going to break it soon and scare the living daylights out of you.
Although he's a little distracted with where exactly they seem to be going. He has to look around in confusion before he eventually pipes up, "...Wh-Where are we going...?"
"There's some woods just over that hill. They're really pretty. I go there when I'm sick of being around too many people."
She looks up at him and smiles. As always, there's that unwholesome undertone to it, but it's LESS than before. She seems almost genuinely happy to just be walking this road with him.
He doesn't even have all that much money. Why. Why.
That word echoes through her head even as they keep walking and chattering, and she becomes increasingly more conscious of her hand clasping his.
He's growing more and more aware of it too, just because...wow, they've been holding hands for a long couple of minutes now, haven't they? Wow. And she's not letting go anytime soon either. Be still, mine heart.
"A-Ahh. I see. That-...That sounds nice." And he's not seeing any dead people, which is a pleasant surprise. They always seem to stick around where the living are, though. Or are drawn to it. Not always, but a good deal of the time. Like they're trying to recapture what they're no longer a part of.
The sun hits him just right, just from behind his head, and she swears she sees a halo around him. Her heart skips a beat and she blinks up at him, helplessly.
She wants to pull him out of the sun, into the forest, make that halo vanish.
Why.
Finally that subconscious desire is fulfilled, and they're at the edge of the woods, and the shade makes his 'halo' disappear. The forest isn't huge and thick, nor is it sparse. Just in between. Just trees, sort of clumped together.
"S-Sure." Still holding onto her hand (and noting that even if he DID see a dead person out here, it wouldn't be nearly as bad so long as he's still got ahold of her), he watches his step carefully as they make their way over a bunch of twisted tree roots.
"It's n-nice here." Since he feels like he needs to say something, just like she figured. "Really, um, peaceful."
As they walk, the sunlight is dappled and green through the leaves above them, even though it's still early spring. There's a newness to this forest right now, even as the skeletons of the leaves from last fall swish and crackle under their feet.
Whoop! He's surprised, of course, making a little yelp of such before he attempts to grab ahold of Dee, catch her before she falls down. It's a fumbling hold, but he manages...and winds up, yup, holding her pretty much right against him.
Wow, just like in the movies. Including being scripted and everything.
"Uh..."
This would be a long moment of just staring down at her face. Her eyes sure are pretty.
She bolts into the office/lobby after him, calling his name.
"Ramon! Ramon! Hey, where the hell have you been, I was worried about you. I heard a shot at the meeting last night, and then you vanished! I thought..."
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When he hears his name being called, it's also a good thing that he recognizes the voice. Ramon turns around and might have attempted a smile, but it sort of dies when he hears what she was talking about.
"Y-Yeah. It was...pretty bad."
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She throws her arms around his middle and hugs him tightly, noticing how very weirdly nice that feels. She usually never hugs people. This is what she does if a john just loves to think he's a hero. Saving her. His little princess whore. Fuck you, Julia Roberts.
Hugging worries her. This was getting out of control. Fast. WHY?
"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm glad you're okay."
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"Mm, th-thanks. Glad you're...okay too." Not sure if she was ever in the way of danger, but still. It's the nice thing to say and it's what he's feeling. He wouldn't like it if he heard that one of his new friends got hurt or scared from all of that last night.
"Did you come here just to...check up on me?" People being concerned for his welfare this closely is a new sensation too. Not a bad one, mind. Much like the new thing that is 'friendly, physical contact'. Which is still going on with this hug.
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She ducks her head, which leaves her face buried in his chest.
He smells good. Why would she notice that. Why.
"Hey, c'mon, let's go for a walk. This place gives me the creeps, I hate it. Let's go out. Please?"
Really, she just doesn't want the desk clerk to recognize her. She REALLY hates the Dam Site. Stupid fucking...wait, maybe he's dead! She perks up a bit.
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"...O-Out? Ummm." There's a wary glance at the window, as though scoping for anything unpleasant that could be lurking. It looks clear enough. And the weather is nice too! But...
"The c-creeps? Why?" If this place he now considers a safe haven is creepy to her, how can he not be giving her the willies as well? He's always seemed to gather the impression he makes people uncomfortable for a variety of reasons.
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"Oh, everybody says this place is haunted. Apparently some broad hanged herself back in the seventies when her sewing shop went out of business here. Up on the second floor. They only found out when the smell got to be too much."
This is probably bullshit. Like all urban legends, it's gotten totally spun out of proportion. But she lays it down like fact, in a half 'ooh spooky' and half 'matter of fact' voice. Like all good urban legends should be imparted.
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His eyes go huge at that story, and the fact that it was on the second floor doesn't help. That's where he is, goshdarnit! The seventies was a long time ago, of course. Maybe she's fully passed on since then. But if she hasn't, then she is truly going to be a horror to behold.
Ramon gulps and looks even more nervous than before, if that's possible. "R-Really? Oh...Oh boy. Um. I-...I guess we can. Um. Go get some f-fresh air. I guess. J-Just a short walk or-or something."
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Only when they hit the main road, she turns right, down a small dirt road that seemingly leads to nowhere.
While they walked, she kept that grip on his hand, not wavering or hesitating or letting him go. She didn't talk at all, either, waiting for him to break the silence.
It's funny, how well she can use and manipulate someone when she puts her mind to it. She has a feeling that silence is hard for him, he needs to talk. So she waits for him to do so.
Besides, if he talked, then she could get more to use against him.
...WITH him. No. Against him. No. Wait. This is weird and confusing...
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Although he's a little distracted with where exactly they seem to be going. He has to look around in confusion before he eventually pipes up, "...Wh-Where are we going...?"
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She looks up at him and smiles. As always, there's that unwholesome undertone to it, but it's LESS than before. She seems almost genuinely happy to just be walking this road with him.
He doesn't even have all that much money. Why. Why.
That word echoes through her head even as they keep walking and chattering, and she becomes increasingly more conscious of her hand clasping his.
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"A-Ahh. I see. That-...That sounds nice." And he's not seeing any dead people, which is a pleasant surprise. They always seem to stick around where the living are, though. Or are drawn to it. Not always, but a good deal of the time. Like they're trying to recapture what they're no longer a part of.
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She wants to pull him out of the sun, into the forest, make that halo vanish.
Why.
Finally that subconscious desire is fulfilled, and they're at the edge of the woods, and the shade makes his 'halo' disappear. The forest isn't huge and thick, nor is it sparse. Just in between. Just trees, sort of clumped together.
"C'mon. This way."
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"It's n-nice here." Since he feels like he needs to say something, just like she figured. "Really, um, peaceful."
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As they walk, the sunlight is dappled and green through the leaves above them, even though it's still early spring. There's a newness to this forest right now, even as the skeletons of the leaves from last fall swish and crackle under their feet.
Scripted ploy 7. Trip. Stumble into him. Oops.
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Wow, just like in the movies. Including being scripted and everything.
"Uh..."
This would be a long moment of just staring down at her face. Her eyes sure are pretty.
"...Y-You. Um. You...okay?"
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