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Eloi and Id

Jan 25, 2009 18:15

The demon sits quietly on the beach, staring out into the dark horizon where he knows the sea to be. This far out to sea, the stars are a breathtaking sight, but they don't hold much appeal to him. As a hybrid, Caleb used to love gazing at the stars in wonder, and quietly contemplate the future. Sometimes his own, but often something more ( Read more... )

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amelia_z January 25 2009, 23:42:13 UTC

"Nyet!"

In her half-asleep state, Amelia's first reaction to hearing her brother's ringtone this early is to bat the phone off her dresser. Then one hand emerges from under the covers to reach for the phone on the floor, and by extension, the "accept" and "loudspeaker" buttons.

"You realize you're breaking the double digits rule."

caleb_z January 25 2009, 23:44:04 UTC

"Not where I am, Bird."

amelia_z January 25 2009, 23:49:12 UTC

"Oh." There's silence for a second and then the sounds of movement. "It's you."

Amelia scratches through her messy hair and telekinetically turns the thermostat up from across the room. "I was expecting Alexis, to be honest. I got six voicemails full of monkey noises last week."

caleb_z January 25 2009, 23:54:04 UTC

He chuckles on the other end of the line. "He's been a general nuisance around here as well."

"How did you tell the difference?"

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amelia_z January 26 2009, 17:32:12 UTC

Why didn't you go to Metropolis? You could've gone to the grocery store. It's not that much effort, but that would mean leaving the house, wouldn't it? Going to a city Louie would expect you, and you're a coward, so you can't do that. STUPID! So how's this for spending your weekend instead?

Amelia chastises herself the entire time she's getting ready. She wanted to just throw out the note and not tell him, but that was Amelia a year and a half ago, not now. She can't help the thought eventually that being on Outsiders Island means she's safe from her cowardice and paranoia at least, while she's there. And remember you have nothing to hide... you've always been afraid of him.

GODDAMNIT THIS SUCKS! Why is she feeling bad about staying in her own house? It's as much Caleb's as hers, they both grew up there! Why does he have to always bring his dramas into her peace and quiet? She kicks the couch.

Feel better? She didn't, but this wasn't about her, it was about Braat. Here goes nothing... In an hour she's standing outside his door-- ( ... )

caleb_z January 26 2009, 17:38:27 UTC

Lady luck is with her, for the moment at least. Caleb answers the door, and attempts a smile for his guest.

"Bird!" He enthusiastically greets her.

amelia_z January 26 2009, 18:01:42 UTC

His face says one thing and his aura says another. She hugs him maybe a little too long. "Hey, Braat."

She's not going to get right into the letter. That can wait. Instead, she's got a better opener in her bag. Good Granny Smiths are hard to find this time of year, and she hands over the produce bag. "So how's life on the inside?"

caleb_z January 26 2009, 18:49:53 UTC

He wastes no time biting into one of the apples, chewing on it as he carries the bag over to his mini-fridge.

"I've been through worse," he responds. "I can't say I care for my new ... physical limitations. I'm tired and sore a lot, but otherwise my only real complaint is how quickly I get tired when I try to run."

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Cold-Hearted Snake psychic_surf January 27 2009, 07:47:01 UTC

Hank was taking a little time out to enjoy the surf and the sun and the warmth of the beautiful sand beaches that comprised their headquarters. Clad in nothing but a damned-near indecently tiny bathing suit and a pair of sunglasses, he lounged on his beach chair with his iPod earbuds in, soaking up some sun and generally trying to relax.

He was ... definitely cranked up of late. Edgy. Uncomfortably energetic, like the Powerthirst commercials said. Worst - or best! - of all, he was _unbelievably_ aroused of late. It was insane. It was like being sixteen all over again, except that he'd never been like this even when he was sixteen. So far, he'd managed to keep his thoughts (and his hands!) to himself.

Just a little matter of mind over body. That's all. This too would pass.

Re: Cold-Hearted Snake amelia_z January 27 2009, 08:08:33 UTC

"At least this place makes for good scenery, right?" Regional temperatures make a big difference in the no-smoking rules. Amelia's teleported onto the beach a few feet away, clicking her zippo closed after she lights her cigarette.

She glances over at Hank and pulls out her pack again, offering. "I don't figure any of you goodies smoke, but heaven forbid I'm rude."

Re: Cold-Hearted Snake psychic_surf January 27 2009, 08:22:16 UTC

Hank reached out for the smoke and lit it telekinetically before bringing it to his face. Ever since Raven's little mishap during Thanksgiving he hadn't felt the need to light up to steady his nerves but these days he wasn't up to denying himself much of anything at all.

"Thanks." he said with a small smile. "And I thought Heaven'd already denied you. Still, not being rude is good." he told her without turning his head or looking at her. "Besides, bad people have more fun in the end." he observed.

~Ease down, Hank.~ he told himself. ~It's not like that and you know it. For fuck's sake, man, stop being such a teenager!~

Re: Cold-Hearted Snake amelia_z January 27 2009, 08:30:51 UTC

Admittedly she's a little surprised. She gives him a lingering look and then shrugs. "Heaven can eat me," she chuckles around her cigarette. She stopped worrying about God and heaven a long time ago.

"And I guess that depends on what your definition of 'bad' is. Thin line between 'fun' and 'bad' and all that."

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Hours later in private quarters amelia_z January 27 2009, 11:55:27 UTC

Amelia flops back on the bed, pushing sweaty strands of hair out of her face. Her gaze is glancing lazily around the room as she catches her breath. Admittedly, this place is a lot nicer than she's used to at Red's place. Posh. Furnished. Decorated. Neat.

Well, it was. Not that she'll be apologizing. She curls under the blankets comfortably. Silk sheets; nice. Guess I was wrong about everybody around here being a stick in the mud.

Re: Hours later in private quarters psychic_surf January 27 2009, 12:02:33 UTC

Hank stepped out of his shower and, towelling his hair dry, walked back into his room. "Good morning." he said with the slow lazy smile of the Truly Satisfied. "Feeling well?" he asked, losing the towel to a hamper and sliding back beneath the silk sheets.

Oh, the things they'd been up to the night before. Inspired, if he did say so himself. Of course, with the common thread of both their fantasies to draw upon, satisfaction was an easy road to walk.

Re: Hours later in private quarters amelia_z January 27 2009, 12:42:15 UTC

Until now, Amelia had never been with someone who could read her as well as she could read them. Telepathy did indeed have its fun applications, as did teleportation to insure interesting backdrop changes. Add in telekinesis from them both... well, mortals probably weren't meant to ever have that much fun.

She'd been way too stressed out recently, and all of that stress might as well have been pulled out to sea. This is a very different place than she'd expected to be from over a year and a half ago, when Hank nearly ruined all her plans to betray the team. This was definitely more fun. "Better today than yesterday," she says with a low chuckle. "You?"

Re: Hours later in private quarters psychic_surf January 27 2009, 13:48:38 UTC

Hank just grinned at her. An errant thought did cross his mind, but he dismissed it.

Everyone deserved another chance. Even if she had the knives out aimed at Outsider backs, that was then and this was now.

After all, by that logic he should still be rotting in Alan Scott's little one-man asylum.

"Looking good so far, but the day's still young." he said. Then sent her a mental image and waited for her response.

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More suprises in the kitchen caleb_z January 27 2009, 14:52:53 UTC

Caleb had been sound asleep when Alexis appeared in his room, sitting atop a nearby dresser. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Alexis prods, telekinetically pulling back the human's sheets.

"Whu .. . what are you doing, Alexis?"

The demon waves his hands as one might expect an excited child to, a giggle fighting it's way through his throat. "I know something you don't know," he sing-songs.

"Oh, bloody hell," Caleb remarks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he props himself up on an arm. "Could you be more childish ( ... )

Re: More suprises in the kitchen sand_hawkins January 27 2009, 15:07:37 UTC

Sand's already there. He had trouble sleeping, so he decided to make enough apple-stuffed french toast to feed a family of 12. Or the closest thing thereof.

The aroma was not unlike apple pie.

Re: More suprises in the kitchen amelia_z January 27 2009, 15:09:39 UTC

Bird is up to no trouble at all. She pauses in the doorway; in yesterday's clothes, no less, lacking her usual pristine look.

"Hi." She continues on past Sand towards the coffeemaker. Alexis is on his way. She can 'see' it already.

Re: More suprises in the kitchen sand_hawkins January 27 2009, 15:15:56 UTC

"Ummm....good morning." Sand said, a little surprised. But he went with it - figured she was with Caleb. Or Alexis. Or Whoever.

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