closed ♔ so shame on me for the ruse

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ tired of you - foo fighters

WHO || Kyp & Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Laying low after escaping the castle
WHERE || A motel room, England
WHEN || After all this June 7th (night) onwards [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

[ It's been almost too easy.  Speeding their way beyond London, they stopped to jack somebody's car at one motel right on the edge of the city (something Kyp was appallingly skilled at), and took it out of there to travel to the other end of London.  The motel they've picked is crapalicious, hardly the kind of place anyone would look at twice.  Kyp recommends Elena wait in the car since he can still shift, and he comes back with the keys, tossing her a pair of sunglasses to put on while they head into the room. ]

Comments

[notaroundme]

[Wow a cab and a carjacking are two totally different things but...the fewer people that see her the better.

It's not like stealing a car is the worst thing she's done today, after all. (unsure)

It's the first time she's also been really frustrated with her limitations, which in and of itself is unsettling. This entire ordeal has had her struggling with two very different parts of herself, one of which doesn't know if she'll ever entirely come to terms with.

She catches the glasses (reflex save 16) and puts them on, her dark hair masking the sides of her face as she gets out of the car to follow him inside, making sure the door closes quickly behind them. If the shades aren't drawn shut already, she'll...do that too before she moves to collapse onto whatever moderately soft surface is closest. Couch. Bed. She really doesn't give a fuck right now.]

[imposturing]

[ kyp moves to close the blinds, shifting back to 'himself' as he bolts the door, and dumps the keys on the table. ]

Well. We did it.

[notaroundme]

[With the blinds closed, Elena pulls the sunglasses off, setting them down on the end table nearby and leaning her head back.

She resists the urge to change that we to an I. Barely. He...stole the car, so that counts as helping.]

If only I felt better about it.

[Instead of a giant ball on anxiety.]

[imposturing]

What's done is done now. You can't change the past.

[notaroundme]

I can't change how I feel, either.

[But he's still right, about that at least. It's not like she turned them around or anything.]

[imposturing]

Not as easily as we change faces, no. [ he moves to unplug the phone from the wall. ]

[notaroundme]

I'm still working on that, too.

[She gets tired too easily. It's frustrating.]

How long do you think we should stay here?

[imposturing]

Here specifically? No more than a night. Long enough for you to rest up so you can change again, and then we'll grab a cab further north, and leave the car here.

[notaroundme]

[She just nods, having assumed something like that. Once she can change, the chances of them getting caught goes from slim to essentially impossible.]

So the earlier I crash the better.

[If only just a nap was enough. She glances around for a television remote. Even a cheap ass crappy motel should have a shitty tv, right? (spot 32 lol)]

[imposturing]

[it's in the nightstand drawer with the requisite bible. When she turns on the tv, it's tuned to some cheap cable gardening show. Kyp frowns at the screen. ]

You'll need a good night's rest, yeah. Tell me there's something better on.

[notaroundme]

[She would sleep now, but she's still wired, still anxious. She's hoping watching some stupid movie will calm her down enough, but gardening is too boring even for her.

She starts flicking through the channels, looking for something decent.]

[imposturing]

[ she passes a few crappy programs, before she starts seeing the same special report flick by on multiple channels. That would be

New York. ]

[notaroundme]

[It takes it popping up a few times before she stops to watch it, and as the images and the broadcasters words slowly sink in, it still takes a bit for her to realize what it is she's watching and what it means (wisdom 12).]

...oh my god.

[New York. That's where almost all her friends went. Her stomach feels like it weighs a million pounds inside her gut.]

[doubletake]

[It had been two months. Maybe longer. Elena had stopped counting the days.

London was long gone, and they'd traveled across most of England by now. Tonight they were in Liverpool, at some motel on the edge of the city. At some point, the cash that she'd brought with her had run out, so they'd probably had to get more at some point in less than morally sound means. Not that they hadn't stolen and ditched dozens of cars by now, but more than likely those had gotten back to their owners after their next 'joyride.'

If she was tired, she didn't show it. It was clear to her now that whatever memories she lacked, she was some kind of survivor. Adapting was apparently something she was pretty good at.

How appropriate.

She'd picked up things along the way, watched, learned, practiced. It was a necessity, he'd said, and she'd eventually agreed with him. Skills she'd need if they were going to do what she demanded. She was probably nearly unrecognizable compared to the girl she was six months ago, but given everything that had happened, it was almost expected.

Maybe this was who she was supposed to be. Colder. Harder. How many faces had she used over the weeks, how many identities had blurred together as quickly as she'd made them? It had been almost too easy, falling into this role. Maybe this was what she had been before the Veil had taken her memories.

She couldn't really be sure, could she?

Elena emerged from yet another bathroom, ready to face another day. Sure, she probably wouldn't be keeping this face long, but it was the only thing she still had that was at least kind of hers. Though she'd still done what all girls seemed to do when they went through a major life change.

She'd mixed things up a little bit.]

[imposturing]

[ kyp's become considerably more laid back about all this as time goes by and it becomes clearer that they're going to get away with this, as least as far as the knights are concerned. he's got his feet up on the table as he flips through the tv, but he looks up as she comes out of the bathroom, eyebrows lifting. ] Love the hair.

[doubletake]

[To her credit, she has, too. Laid back about the knights catching up with them, about him in general. You kind of have to when you spend this length of time in close proximity to one other person nearly 24/7.

It's all about taking it a day at a time, moving forward.

She sits down on the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other, giving him a half-hearted smile.]

It came to me in a dream.

[ahahahaha...ha....haaaaa]

[imposturing]

Your dreams have good taste then. [ he looks at her a little oddly, but accepts it, sliding his feet off the table as he flicks off the television ]

[doubletake]

Maybe I'll just have to change up my wardrobe while I'm at it.

[Though there's a hint of sarcasm there. It would be yet another thing to do to waste time, and no doubt there would be more theft involved.

Add it to the long list of things she can never make up for.]

[imposturing]

Might not be a bad idea, you know. The less recognizable, the better for us.

[doubletake]

I'm the furthest thing from recognizable. Every day.

[She's not even sure they're being followed anymore.]

I'm not going to waste time forever, you know.

[She's pretty sure she doesn't have to elaborate. This isn't the first time she's brought it up.]

[imposturing]

I thought we covered the part where this wasn't wasting anything. You need this.

[doubletake]

And what exactly do I have to do to convince you that I'm about as ready as I'm ever going to be? I'm not going to need anything if we get there and Thomas is already dead. Or worse.

[imposturing]

And what good is it gonna do if the two of us wind up dead instead? We can't help him that way.

[doubletake]

[She leans back in her seat, folding her hands behind her head.]

If you're afraid, then just say so.

[imposturing]

Afraid of what?