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A knock on the door; ->Looking for Church
Topic Started: Saturday, 22. February 2014, 14:44 (612 Views)
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Well, she'd been there once, but she remembered the place. And considering she didn't have a phone number to go on, she'd gone with the more hands on approach of just showing up.
Of course, that might prove to have been a mistake, but, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And she was worried. Funny how that worked, being worried about someone who'd tried to smash her face in. It was also why she was a bit hesitant about knowing on the door at all. Because if Lady Luck decided to give her the finger, it would be Mac opening the door.

Oh God, she could picture that train wreck without having to put much effort into it.

Lucy shifted her weight from one foot to the other, hands tucked into the back pockets of the baggy jeans which just barely clung to her hips, courtesy of a broad studded leather belt in the ever fashionable colour of pink! The boots through her black as was her well used leather jacket, though the laces of said boots were yellow. As if no matter what she refused to let things match up. As such, the long sleeved white shirt she was wearing was covered by a blue and yellow top which made it look like she was wearing the Swedish flag.

She hesitated.

She chewed on her lip.

She glanced over her shoulder and then back to the door.

And then finally slipped a hand out of the pocket to knock on the door, silently praying and hoping that it would be Church opening it up. Or, if not him, that no-one opened it. Heh, that still would beat getting pummeled by Mac again at least.
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I turn and eyeball the door. Holy shit...is someone knocking my door?

Church had been having a relatively quiet evening; between supplying the inhabitants of London with their fix and getting his own with a certain somebody, there was the calm of kicking back and watching old movies. Strange to think I bought the TV solely for masquerade purposes, that if I open the door to a fucking salesman he's not gonna peep over my shoulder and be all 'what the fuck, this guy has no furniture?' But damn if old movies aren't keeping me afloat when I don't wanna deal with the strangers or chaos. There's something in it that takes me back to being a kid again, experiencing something I missed out on with my prick of a deadbeat dad. Not exactly his fault, and not a whole lotta movies to watch back then. But it helps pass the time instead of getting high. When I'm not hungry for blood, be it on my tongue or on my hands. Just a chilled out evening...which is why the door knock worries me.

"I swear to God, if she's brought me a fuckin' head again..." I grumble, muting 'Invasion of the body snatchers' in all its black and white glory before getting on my feet. I'm not sure if most people bother getting dressed before going to answer the door, but thankfully the one piece of clothing I happen to be wearing is the same old cargo trousers that simply will not die. My hair is probably at the peak of its ruffled delight, can't say I've looked in the mirror. And neither can I say I've seen this woman before. I peer through the peep-hole, ever paranoid about people showing up on my doorstep. I probably shouldn't answer to strangers, but I've never had one show up at my door before. It's not gonna be like...a suicide bomber or nothing, right? Luckily I don't need to keep a weapon hidden in the coat stand or nothing, not when you hit like a truck. So I guess I'll open on up, see what's shaking.

"Uh...hi." She don't look no different than through the peephole, but even so I can take in details a lot clearer. More than a full head shorter than me, sort of excessively coloured and styled with the punk chic. One might say she oozes Brujah, if one had any fucking clue who she was. Have I seen her before? I feel like maybe, though I can't place where, especially with the nervous look that seems to be glued on. I look over her shoulder down the corridor, then back at her. "Can I help yah?"
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Nervous, yes, but oddly enough perhaps is the fact that she doesn't in any way seem scared. Which, given if she had any idea who he was, perhaps she should've been. Still, there is that nervousness because damn if she had any idea if he will even listen. But, the blonde was worried and so, she rather try than not.

The big guy, specially compared to her, got a small wiggle of fingers in a sort of greeting.

"Hey, uhm, my name's Lucy. I'm Toran's girlfriend?" she said, sounding as if she was in part asking him if he remembered her. "I was at the Christmas party but I didn't really get a chance to meet you" she did recognize him as the guy who'd carried Mac off while having her dangling off his shoulder, so if anything, her guess was that he was the right guy. Despite that though, the thing was he had no reason what so ever to hear her out. Or even want to hear her out. So it was still up to the flip of a coin really.

"I was wondering if you had a moment to talk? It's about Mac... I'm a bit worried" the blonde said, tucking both hands back into her back pockets but not moving from where she was standing.
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Christmas? Oh Jebus. I didn't do a whole lotta talking that night for good reason, so her throwing names at me doesn't really mean much. Unless she said 'I'm Dove's girlfriend' - not that I would've believed it cause that guy was a fucking fruit basket. His girlfriend was probably a crusty sock at the bottom of his bed. But still, she was at the party, the party that had a real head on the christmas tree and a punch bowl full of blood. So whatever she is, she's aware of the things that go bump in the night, if she isn't one of them bumpers herself.

"Mac?" Um ok. I didn't know what this was about but Mac was the furthest thing from my mind. Well, not strictly true, It's been a few nights without getting it on so, y'know. I think of little else. "I used to worry 'bout her too, but I got over it. She chilled the fuck out. If she's threatened to take your head off, I honestly wouldn't worry. She would've done it there and then." I shrug. Ain't that the truth? I mean, I can't think of much else that would warrant concern. Then again, she's damn intimidating, and had I not been all over her like a horny school boy I dunno if I would've got past the fear. Bitch made me shit myself, that she could find me in my sleep and drain me. Till we realised we were two peas in a pod.

"What's she done this time?"
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"Well, no she..." had kinda sorta threatened to set her on fire. And yet, that wasn't at all why she was there.

The Brujah drew her breath and let out a quiet sigh.
"Thing is, I dunno if you recall Toran. He would've been the really big broad guy? Dark hair and beard? One of the few not in the puppy pile" the blonde briefly smile before going back to that worried look.
"Anyway, Mac hasn't done anything" at least not anything Lucy didn't feel she was entitled to. "But I mean it when I say I worry about her. Because Toran... Toran's her friend and he's also part of my family now, through me..." she chose her words in an effort to be as Masquerade friendly as she could be, not feeling like talking about those things all too loudly while in the hallway. So hopefully he would understand.

However, she did nothing to invite herself in.

"Mac's upset, and rightfully so. But the choice was his, and no one else could make it for him. She showed up at my place to ask me to not do it. But, by then it had already been done..." and even though Mac could've probably hit the Brujah's heart strings with little effort, it probably wouldn't have changed much.

"I'm worried she might do something that'll end up getting her hurt. And she sure as Hell won't listen to me, much less be in the same fucking room. But I thought maybe you could, I dunno, just look after her or something?" Lucy said with a slight frown, looking up at the much larger man. Because her worry wasn't for her own safety. She had a feeling that while Mac really did want to tear her limb from limb, she wouldn't risk doing it because of Toran. That she might up and pick a fight with the wrong kind of people while in a drunken rage fuelled stupor however... that sounded like a rather plausible outcome in her mind.
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Big guy at the party? Vaguely. As she so quaintly put it, there were so many people there that looked like they could pass for school kids, it wasn't too hard to visualise a bulk of man who had been stood in the crowd as I announced my intentions with Mrs. Clause. Toran. And he's Mac's friend? Well, he must've been there through Aguirre or Sawyer cause otherwise he wouldn't have been there at all. I don't think Mac would've invited anyone, especially when she'd wrapped herself up like a present for me to tear open. We did very little in the way of actual, traditional 'partying.' Stop thinking, listen. Toran's her friend and now is part of her family? They getting married or something?

Oh wait, I get it.

Oh fuck.

"She...she doesn't tell me these things." A friend. A mortal friend who is now a fanger. The thing she is loathed to ever become. The thing that took away her humanity, innocence, any chance at a life. As much in the dark as I am about this - half through Mac 'forgetting' to mention this, half my own ignorance of most information when we're together - lord knows I'm starting to grasp how the girl thinks. Her view on fangers is one of the first things that I ever did learn. "Come on in for a sec, would'ja?" I motion inside with my head before turning away completely and wandering in the apartment a few paces. I don't really wanna look at Lucy right now. Instead my eyes are fixed to the phone I just pulled out my pocket, typing in one of the few numbers I know along with a message.

@PrincessCT:
Still rocking ten fingers I hope? Whatrya doin? Why arent you here?


I could call but I usually don't and therefore I don't wanna act out of the ordinary. Things could be fine? Then again, the usual time space between booty calls has been violated again. She didn't get pissed off then come to me to work out that frustration. Far be it from any of us to think that she might get hurt or that I can 'look after her.' But I understand the cause for alarm, especially when I don't know everything that's happened and my superghoul has been no showing. I send the message and move to lay it down on the dining table, so I'll know when - if - I get an answer. In the meantime, my eyes return to Lucy. My...displeasure with the situation is clear with my face being all creased up in moody concern.

"You wanna tell me the whole story? What did she do? Say? I dunno how well you know Mac but, suffice to say, she doesn't like us on principle. She kills us on principle. Cause we're fucking monsters and deserve getting killed. They're friends? Define that for me, can you?" My tone might be a little bit pissy, but nowhere as bad as I'm feeling. Talking out loud, saying these things, I begin to realise why this might be something of a serious problem. She never wants to be a fanger, a thought that I can completely get behind. What worries me more is how Mac responds to this sort of thing...how the fuck does she respond to anything that provokes her emotions?

Fuck.
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Stepping inside, Lucy closed the door behind her. Both hands finally leaving the pockets though instead she ended up hooking her thumbs into the loops of her belt as she looked to Church once he'd put the phone down and turned back to her.
He didn't exactly sound too pleased, but maybe there was a small comfort in the fact that he, as of yet at least, hadn't pounced on her to try and beat her through the floor like Mac had. Then again, it might just be the guy's temper was building and it would happen later rather than sooner.

"I don't know their whole story. What I do know, is that they're friends. That Torna helps her out with gadgets and stuff" the blonde said. "She said the one good thing she ever did in her life was safe his. And well, I took it away" though she was standing there quietly speaking, not looking like she was going to run even if perhaps that would've been the smarter move.
"Toran spent time in jail, he got out in part because he had developed terminal cancer and by cutting a deal. He bolted from the witness protection though and ended up here" Lucy shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"He was Sawyer's ghoul for a while. I don't know the full details of that but Mac was the one who saw Ghouling him as a way of saving him. But, yeah, not sure Sawyer was the one she ha din mind. Anyway. Iran into Toran by coincidence. We hit off and started spending time together. It was staying over at his place I got to meet Mac the first time. She came in with a gut full of shrapnel" the blonde frowned slightly.

"But, long story short. Toran ended up asking Sawyer to let him be boned to me instead. It was... it was Toran's Christmas gift to me sorta speak.." her voice seemed to fade a little before regaining its strength. "This is, being on my blood he just...he started drifting more and more from himself. We kept working on it, learning him control. But he wasn't happy being in limbo. Wasn't happy with the cancer still in the back of his mind. Specially after having watched how his mother had withered away from it and how his dad had suffered under her loss. So he asked me.. asked me to embrace, to free him. And I cut a deal with the Prince I... I gave him what he wanted" and while she was sure the last part she added didn't make a lick of difference, she added it anyway.
"He was so happy. He looked so free..."

"A few nights later Mac showed up, was gonna beg me not to turn him and I told her it was already done. She... snapped. There was shouting and screaming and" she waved it off, not feeling like mentioning the pummeling. "She said I'd destroyed him. Said I'd taken away his soul. Taken away his life. I get it, I do, she has every right to be mad me, to hate me. But it was his choice and never once tried to tell him what to do. He asked me. And I did what I could to give him what he wanted. Even if, had it been my choice, I would've let him keep the sun just a little while longer"

Okay, getting a bit emotional.

So she bit it back and cleared her throat, fixing her eyes on Church's.
"We parted ways me and Mac when she threatened to set me on fire. And then she walked off... She sounded broken. I tried to get to listen to just, fucking, I dunno... try to understand. Try to give him a chance... Because I know she's not going to give me one. And that's fine. But Toran, Toran needs his friend and you know what? I think she needs him too"
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I don't know what to say. My eyes drift away from hers and I stare across the room at the phone, counting the seconds that pass in my head with a sort of pent up anxiousness that seems to build with every word she says. I can understand to an extent, but still, I don't know these people - the fact that she brought up Sawyer is something of a mind fuck. Wait, hadn't Mac said something before about someone picking bricks out of her stomach? I'm certain of it, the infamous night of no fucking which was more like thirty-five to forty minutes of no fucking. It's difficult to think that Mac could ever care for someone, but in reality, there isn't a reason why she couldn't. Especially a human, because then they aren't already her enemy by virtue of being a fanger. Until now it seems.

I don't know what to say. I listen to all she's got to say before I respond, cause I need to get a firmer grip on the situation and know just how mad this might've made Mac. The description of 'broken' and her don't seem to go together, like odd puzzle pieces that have been smashed together. And that...when I put it like that, it sounds bad. Everything about this sounds bad.

"You got dealt a fine fucking hand, didn't yah?" I grumble, shaking my head while running a hand through my mess of hair. I shift my gaze to her, still shaking my head in disapproval. "Far as I'm concerned, he made that choice, it's not something you should be blamed for. At the same time...you went ahead and did it and that's a poor fucking choice. He was changing before? What you thinks gonna happen now, hmm?" Another calming hand to run through my hair, as if somehow rubbing some sense into my brain. This is fucked.

"I dunno who the fuck you are but...if you're like me I..." I what? Would I do the same? Give someone eternal life with practically no drawbacks to myself. 'Save' someone, like she put it. But all the while, it's death; death of so many parts of the mind and spirit that it makes you a different person. It may not be instantaneous, it might take years...decades...but the person dies and makes way for something different. It's why Mac would never allow me to turn her, even if she was on deaths door. It's why I would never want to do it to anyone. I never wanted it. I take mindless steps around the room, close to pacing but I'm starting to tense up way to much with the thoughts of a Mac on the loose, completely snapped and determined to burn all vamps. All vamps including these two which, I did happen to notice, are now the Princes lapdogs. Someone's gonna end up getting killed and, despite what's happened, I think Lucy knows it's likely gonna be Mac.

"Listen, she says she's gonna set fire to you, I don't doubt her. Maybe she'll see sense and realise you're not too blame...and go after him. Before he becomes one of the monsters who ruined her life. If she doesn't, she'll lose her fucking mind for letting him go. God fucking dammit...fucking dammit Mac!" The frustration is building the longer that phone doesn't get a response. I don't know if this Lucy chick wants to be here even if, in my mind, she's just the bearer of bad news. She could have said no...but clearly there's something more to it all. Which is why it's so fucking annoying to have this dropped in my lap, and for it to be my god damn flame that's threatening to burn down London.

"I'll do what I can to, I dunno, calm her down...but I dunno what she's thinking. But she's fucking dangerous, if you didn't already know that, and I don't know you or Toran from Adam. She comes for you, I'm letting her, so I suggest you find somewhere else to sleep for a while." My words turn into a snarl as I shoot her a look of somewhere between anger and disgust before I turn my attention back to the phone, fists on the table as I lean over it. It's not a threat so much as the truth, cause my relationship with Mac is one of the few things I care about, that I actually enjoy in this miserable fucking existence. Maybe Lucy will understand that I'm desperate to hear something, cause no response could already mean it's too late. Come on baby, talk to me.
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"Everyone changes, given enough time..." and humans could be just as monsterous as any damn vampire. But, there was no point arguing, she hadn't come there to argue. And she hadn't really come there to defend herself either. She'd come there for one reason, and that reason...

"I wasn't expecting you stop her..." the blonde sighed, shoulders sagging a little as she shook her head and turned towards the door. "I don't wanna hurt her and I don't wanna see her hurt Toran... She can beat me to bloody pulp again and I won't fucking care, but if she lays a hand on him... all bets are off. Even if the last thing I want is to come between the two of them..." she just... God damn it, she'd just wanted to warn him. To maybe, just maybe have him, as the only person she knew about that Mac might listen to, do something to look after her.

"You can think what you want of me... I just want her to be safe..." the Brujah muttered, because killing her? Heh, Lucy wasn't ready to die. And she sure as Hell wasn't letting anything do any harm to her lover. She would sooner break every bone in their body and run them through a meat grinder along with the shreds of her humanity than allow him to come to harm.

"I'll go back to being a naive rainbow shitting baby vamp now..." and apparently she was going back to tell Toran they needed to relocate for a while. Possibly, they'd need to leave the city.
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I don't flinch; just keep hunched over the table and keeping an eye on the phone. What the fuck just walked through my door? A shitstorm of emotion that's fucking my Princess' head, making her the kinds of stupid that even I don't wanna touch. Or at least that's what I'm figuring in my head, putting together a horrid image of Mac losing her shit in public and, what with her freakish thirst and capability to spill blood...to think if the Capes got involved. Not something to great to think about considering ones stood in the room with me.

Still no fucking response.

I'm not so worrisome that I believe what I'm imagining is somehow true, that she's actually in trouble. She's far too tough for that, and knows how to look after herself better than me. It's pissing me off though, just thinking of that stupid face of hers as she read the message and decided to ignore it. Tell me to fuck off at the very least, y'know? But no. Fucking stubborn twat, don't need anyone my ass. I shake that face out of my mind before I break the table, even if that would be an insanely Brujah thing to do. No, instead I'll look back at Lucy and grit my teeth, let those muscles in my jaw get worked for a while. Was I listening to the shit she said? Hell yeah, but it don't change things does it? I shrug at her, cause really, what's done is done. Time to see if it was worth it.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, really. But I might not in five minutes time." This ain't her fault, whoever this guy was had made the stupid choice all by his lonesome. But ultimately, she might be the unintentional cause of ruining something that actually made this shitty existence worth living. Through no fault of my own, that's the son of a bitch. If I'd somehow caused this, I could at least accept her not answering my message. This though, this is just...unfair. I know where she lives but hell if I can get in there. She could hide in her bunker all she wanted, but she's a self-certified flighty bitch. So for me to look this cunt in the eye with the sick feeling that Mac has skipped town...

"Get the fuck out."
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Yeah, get out. There wasn't really much else to do.

She had done the one thing within her power in hopes of keeping Mac safe. Though as far as friends? Well,s he wasn't making a whole damn lot of those in the city. And while a part of her was sad that that was how it was going to be, she rather have done the right thing and maybe, just maybe, have kept someone from needlessly dying.

So the Brujah didn't say anything, she merely opened the door and existed, closing it behind her as she disappeared from Church' sight, knowing it was likely the last time she'd see him. Just as she had a feeling she had seen Mac for the last time as well.
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