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. ]

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[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.]

[imposturing]

[ kyp had moved into the bathroom to run water in the tub, but he leaves it running and comes back out to look at her exclamation. ] ... The hell am I looking at?

[notaroundme]

[Yeah, she was so caught up in this shit she...didn't even notice tbh.]

New York City. There was a...mass suicide. Hundreds of shadowkind just walking straight into the water, drowning themselves.

[She's wringing her hands together, trying to keep them from shaking.]

I told you all my friends were gone. That's where they are right now.

[imposturing]

Shadowkind, as in non humans, or as in anyone from beyond the Veil?

[notaroundme]

[She just shakes her head, and there's panic in her voice.]

I-I don't know. Does it matter?

[Because she's just thinking of everyone she knows in that city, and most of them fall under both of those categories.

Still, she turns up the volume a bit, to try and see if she can find out. The remote vibrates in her fingers and she nearly drops the fucking thing.]

[imposturing]

It might. There's no word on what prompted this?

[notaroundme]

I said I don't know!

[God she doesn't know anything stop asking her questions. Congrats, Kyp. You have an already high strung now nearly hysterical teenager. Normally she could call and find out, and she can't even do that. She's more focused on the fact that her friends could be drowning themselves.

Speaking of which, her eyes move to the phone, though she isn't actually moving to use it or anything.

The broadcaster goes on to answer his question for him, bringing up the fact that all the victims appear to be non-human, along with the fact that there seems to be no obvious cause for the incident.]

[imposturing]

[ he watches her eyes go to the now unplugged phone on the bed and moves to pick it up, heading into the bathroom with it. ] Bad idea.

[notaroundme]

[She knows that. Really she does.

But newsflash, this whole thing was a bad idea, remember?

She pushes herself to her feet, following him into the bathroom.]

They could be dead.

[imposturing]

And calling them won't make them any less dead, if they are. It might, however, make us more so. Especially since nobody's had a chance to calm down yet. They'll be out for blood tonight. Let's try to limit the tragedies for one day, alright? [ and with no further preamble, he turns off the water on the partially filled tub and drops the phone into it. It sparks a bit, and he puts an arm across the door to keep Elena out. ]

[notaroundme]

[She only reaches the bathroom in time to watch sparks fly, and she slumps against the door frame again, her hands grabbing onto his arm.

She gets it, knows he's right, but it hurts and it sucks and this is literally the worst timing ever.

She's just going to stand here for a second and stare at the tub and try really hard not to cry, okay?

And probably fail miserably (will save 14). At least it's not completely ugly sobbing?]

[imposturing]

[ he looks back at her, and there's a sort of awkward hesitation, as if he would try to comfort her physically if it weren't for... how that might make things worse. so instead, he looks back at the tub, then reaches for the bathroom door and pulls it closed, with them outside of it so she can't... stare at the destroyed phone anymore. ]

Your friends are like cockroaches. I'm sure they'll be fine.

[notaroundme]

[And as much as that might have been uncomfortable for her...all things considered, it would still have been a hell of lot better than what he actually decided on doing.

Which given her mood makes something snap inside her.

Her eyes narrow at him, and she straight up open hand slaps him across the face (atk nat 20, damage 10).]

Don't you dare say something like that again.