All night, all I hear, I hear is your heart

[mustardwithat]

Fritz has been absent for quite some time. Well, mostly she's just been intentionally scarce. If she does her job with as little interaction as possible, it means that Vincent won't get a chance to ask her about the letters she's been getting with increasing regularity from various locations in South America.

Currently, she's sitting in a tree in

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[crashiscoming]

Scout's in the basement as well, humming to herself while she wipes her nose on her sleeve. She's not doing much of anything, just wandering around poking at things. She's managed to acquire a hammer somehow, and she's casually tapping the walls with it while she walks. As she passes Adrian's door she hears the destruction and raps on his door with the hammer, hard.

"OPEN UP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" she cries, using the exact same inflection and intonation as the man on TV who she saw say it. "Crash crash bang bang the cavalry arrive, yeah?" she says, a little more softly, mostly to herself.

[crimeatthetime]

He stops in the middle of ripping a chair to pieces at the pounding on the door. "Who's there?"

Not he really thinks the cops are down in the Conrad. They wouldn't be. Would they?

[crashiscoming]

Scout giggles. "Who's there who's where no one out here but me and no one in there but you silly thing now come on out, wanna play yeah?" That is not an answer. Even Scout knows that. But she wants to play, not do introductionary shit. "Wanna play?" she repeats.

[crimeatthetime]

What the fuck? "Who are you?"

He snarls at the door, resisting the urge to just tear the door open and rip apart whoever is standing on the other side. "Go away. Now."

[gotbottle]

Rachel has wandered down to Adrian's room for... well. No real reason, actually, apart from wanting to see him, and talk at him for a bit. The prospect of him moving here to the Conrad had excited her for just that reason--knowing she'd have him close at hand, and she could see him more often.

She pauses at his door, and raps smartly on the wood with her knuckles. She waits... but there's no reply. She frowns a little frown, and figures the construction noise is too loud, and he didn't hear. Because she's sure she hears footsteps inside.

So she tries again, knocking more loudly this time. There's another long pause, and once more, her knock goes unanswered. She scowls, and presses an ear to the door. And realizes all the noise isn't coming from out here. There's something going on in there, too. She hears footsteps again, yes, but also thumping, and tearing.

"Adrian?" she calls out, all but pounding on the door, this time. "Adrian. It's me. Can I come in?"

[crimeatthetime]

The noise stops, momentarily, mostly because Adrian has just frozen in place.

"...Rachel?" Fuck. Fuck fuckity fuck. He knows it's an illusion, the idea that he can feel body heat through the door. But he'll be damned if he's going to get any closer.

[gotbottle]

Rachel blinks, leaning against the door a bit, one palm splayed across the wood for balance.

"Yes, mijo. It's me. Are you okay?"

[crimeatthetime]

"It's fine. I'm fine. Please, mija, leave."

He winces. That, he knows, is not going to work. In fact he probably just made his problem worse.

[designed2kill]

Luka is in Grant Park today, for the first time since the Carnival came to town. She'd stayed away even after coming back from LA out of a sense of guilt and a need to prove herself, but she's been feeling a lot better since having that conversation with Arlin a couple of days ago. She's been feeling content and at peace, almost, though she doesn't have the words to express that.

She's been wandering around the park with no particular destination in mind when she feels Fritz's headfeeling. It feels like that guy she met once, the one who told her what angels were. She walks over to Fritz's tree and looks up at her. "You feel different in my head. Are you an angel?"

[mustardwithat]

Fritz blinks down at her. "Fuck, kid, don't we get any foreplay?"

It's not like she gets asked that a lot, outside of attempted pick-up lines, and sooomehow this girl doesn't strike her as the type to go propositioning people in trees. Usually saying 'Yes' is enough to get people to back off--either you're crazy or you're a jackass, and either way no one wants to deal with that--but Fritz also gets the feeling this girl means the question. "Who wants to know?"

[designed2kill]

"Oh...I'm Luka. Luka Petrovic," Luka says. "I can feel people inside my head, except sometimes some people feel different from the other people. I met someone once who felt like you and he said it was maybe because he was an angel, so I was wondering if you were too," she tries to explain in a somewhat more coherent fashion. She looks up at Fritz hesitantly. It didn't seem like Fritz was angered by her question, but looks sometimes could be decieving and she didn't want to be caught off guard if she was.

[mustardwithat]

"Yeah I am. Shit, cool." She pats the branch next to herself. "Come on up, Sylvia Browne. I'm Fritz. You a wanderer, or does that talent come natural?"