Checking in, checking out... (open to Kara and later original_goblin)

[tm_darla]

Once Darla had the name of the hospital, it had not been that difficult to find the motel where a girl of Kara's description had rented a room in. The Immortal's minions were useful that way. However, by the time Darla arrived, Kara had left. This made for several hours of increasing taxi costs and search in every motel and hotel in Lewiston, Maine

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[kara_marie]

Darla would have been waiting hours by the time Kara finally returned to the motel. She stopped at the lobby first to ask if there were any messages for her.

No messages. That filled Kara with relief, although if she was less exhausted and more aware she would have noticed a guilty look thrown her way from the guy at the desk. She'd paid that guy fifty bucks to make sure that he told anyone asking that she most certainly had NOT checked into that motel.

So, her first words upon walking into her room to see Darla on the bed were:

"Ugh," Not quite a word but fitting.

"I paid that bastard fifty bucks!"

Clearly Darla had paid him more. Was there no honour anymore?

[tm_darla]

I guess he saw no reason not to get cash from both of us,

Darla says matter-of-factly.

I don't think he has that many clients.

[kara_marie]

The only consolation was that Darla was (hopefully) out of pocket way more than fifty bucks.

"Did you cry? I bet you cried. You have no shame."

An understatement if there ever was one. How many years did Darla wear that school girl outfit?

And as there seems no use bolting as she'd still have to return for her stuff, Kara closes the door behind her and decides she'll just weather this.

[tm_darla]

I ditched shame back in the 17th century,

Darla says, sitting up but making otherwise no attempt to move.

And of course I cried. There may have been some cleavage evolved as well. Speaking of which, I brought some more of your outfits,

she ends, gesturing towards the closet. Said outfits are nowwhere near the horror worn by Darla in Sunnydale, as Kara has - pink - taste. Darla's feelings regarding that episode put the lie to her having no shame; she still feels a pang when remembering that.

[original_goblin]

Norman doesn't make his presence known until after Kara has left to return to the hospital. The woman, Darla, in beauty reminds him a bit of Emily, yet one look in her eyes and he realizes there is no fragility there. That is a shame. Women should always have a bit of fragility to them. That is what makes them attractive in Norman's opinion.

"Children. They are masters of pushing our buttons to try and gather a reaction, yet I have come to realize very often they dislike the very reaction they were begging for."

[tm_darla]

Darla, who has just been contemplating to go for a quick run now that it's guaranteed Kara won't be back for a while, looks in the direction of the voice and sees, somewhat faded at the edges, a middle-aged man, not unattractive, a bit too sure of himself, who looks vaguely familiar. At least he reminds her of someone. Given her last experience with ghosts, she promptly arrives at the wrong conclusion.

Look, she says, exasparatedly, I've done the whole being haunted by my victims thing, and frankly, it wasn't very exciting the last time around. I might have a soul now, but I don't recall being human means having to trade hallmark wisdoms with one's former dinner.

[original_goblin]

"I was never your victim, dear," Norman says with a bit of distaste in his tone of voice. Yes, he has heard enough about the demon child's parents to know what a formidable creature this woman had been once upon a time, but Norman believes he never would have been her victim.

"I'm confused about this talk of jello in regards to the enhancement drugs. I'm fairly certain the actual effects liquidfies organs, but there is no turning of a jello-like substance."

He's trying to keep his tone light as if he is completely sure there is nothing to worry about. However, knowing that his only son has been poisoned with the very drugs that Norman created is not doing much to reassure Norman that his son will survive. The foolish boys have yet to ask him for his help. What are they waiting for?

[tm_darla]

Darla raises an eybrow while she takes in what he said and revises her opinion as to who he might be. Neither Harry nor Connor ever mentioned the late Norman Osborne to her, but the Immortal had, and given the man's description of the enhancement drugs, that was a likely guess of his identity.

He also has a patronizing tone, and unless someone paid her for being patronized in her first human life, Darla has never stood for it very well.

Yes, I can see now you weren't,

she says sweetly, sitting down on Kara's bed and leaning back on her elbows.

You look like a man who hasn't got laid a long time before he died. Was that the reason for all that research about enhancement drugs? Poor dear. But thanks for the scientific explanation. No wonder Hal thought he was going insane. Now, are you planning to do anything useful about this? I know one is restricted as a ghost, but even so, impotence as a mortal is no reason for endless passivity in death, you know.