lost
Submitted by daimona_discordia on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 22:15.
who: eris and benny
where: the park
when: wee hours
Eris was lost. She'd been lost for quite a long while. And she was wandering, trying to find her way back home, but it wasn't happening. So, she was wet, freezing, in a terrible mood, and didn't know how to find her way home. Really, all in all it was a bad, bad night.
She swore softly as she tripped over a rock she didn't see which sent her stumbling a little. Then she looked down at her shoes. One of her heels was broken, and she kicked the shoe off, along with the other, and she dropped both into the nearest bin. Then she looked around again, wondering how this night could get worse.
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Benedict was lost again.
Benedict was lost again. Welsh was going to kill him, okay, he obviously wasn't going to kill him. But he'd probably beat him up again pretty bad. Tie him to something. Welsh had a temper. He couldn't decide which was worse, being lost or what would happen after he was found again.
He wasn't sure how he got... where ever he was, he had a vague memory of something warm and he had come untied somehow, but other than that it was all a blank. Sitting resolutely on a park bench Benedict settled in to wait on Welsh to find him, he watched the people going past suspiciously, selfish and cruel all of them, just waiting for a chance to turn on their neighbor. They made him sick.
He saw the lady stumble and toss her shoes unsympathetically. If she wanted to walk in her stocking feet in the who knows what that was all over the park, that was her prerogative. He looked her up and down a couple of times, as if he could really tell anything by just looking and yelled out, "Hey Shoe Lady, do you know where we are?"
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Eris flinched a bit when suddenly someone was shouting at her, and she looked around, orienting herself towards the voice. And...there was some man on one of the benches. "...the park?" she suggested drily, continuing walking, and she settled her hand loosely around the gun in her coat's pocket, just in case this was someone who was bad news. It was past midnight in the park, usually the only people around at this time of the morning were all varying degrees of 'shady'. So, she was going to be cautious.
The lady flinched, he'd
The lady flinched, he'd never had anyone flinch at him before, it was unnerving. Also, 'the park?' He was aware he was in a park the grass and trees were obvious. He drew the heel of one shoe up on the bench irritably and tapped it a few times before standing up and following her at a vague distance, maybe he could follow her back to civilization, if he concentrated and didn't let her out of his sight. "Which park?"
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"The only park even vaguely worth visiting in this city?" Eris suggested, not at all happy with being followed, even if it was at a distance. "Fontaine." she clarified. "Are you lost?" she asked. Considering he couldn't even tell what park they were in. At least she had that much in her head. Granted she didn't know where she was heading beyond that, and was now freezing cold and reminding herself that she had a cut on the bottom of her foot that hadn't quite healed up yet. That was fabulous.
Fontaine, he carefully filed
Fontaine, he carefully filed away in his mind. Benedict carefully followed her footsteps in the wet path, "What's it to you?" he muttered suspiciously. Of course he was lost, he was always lost, but he wasn't going to tell a random stranger that. He laid one foot after the other when her steps had been. After a while one of the footprints started to be tinged red a little.
"Hey," he said helpfully. "There's blood on your foot."
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She didn't answer the first question, because she was hoping if ignored, the guy would wander the fuck off. Which unfortunately, didn't happen. The blood thing wasn't so much news as it confirmed for her that walking barefoot in the cold and wet with a cut one's foot eventually lead to re-opening of a wound. shit. "So there is! Thank you so much for pointing it out to me." she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice. She stopped close to a light but not directly under it, leaning her hand against a tree for a moment to eye the bottom of her foot.
Yes, there it was. Blood. Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous. Now she was cold, wet, miserable, lost and bleeding.
She had stopped, she had
She had stopped, she had definitely stopped. Benedict shied sideways around her like a scared animal, eying her suspiciously. It was getting dark, darker,(dark, dark, dark, you hear them, can't help it, they hold so still, take off their shoes, hold their breath, creep-creep-creep so slow, but you can hear it if you listen, sockfeetbarefeettheirfeet as they come closer)and Benedict shivered and scrabbled in his pockets until he got a match and lit it with a flick of his thumbnail.
"No problem," he said anxiously, shifting from one foot to the other.
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Eris kept her eye on the guy, skittish as he seemed. Skittish could turn violent, though. She knew that. She'd seen it. Skittish could just be something that held a monster in check til whatever inside their head snapped, and then all of a sudden... She frowned as he lit a match, and she watched the meager flame for a second. "...I'd appreciate it if you could stop following me." she told him. Her tone was clear if firm, not confrontational, but she didn't really want it to sound like a mere suggestion. Being followed didn't make her list of shit she enjoyed.
"I gotta... I gotta get
"I gotta... I gotta get back before I get in trouble, I wasn't supposed to wander off, Welsh'll kill me for wandering off. I don't know how to get back," in a smooth motion Benedict reached into his pocket before the first match went out and lit it neatly with his thumbnail again, dropping the old one on the ground.
"Doesn't like having to look for me," he explained. "Makes him pissy. Has to go blow off steam." He wished he had a tree of something to hide behind. Maybe a Welsh to hide behind, no one bothered him when he hid behind Welsh. "I don't know where I am."
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Eris listened to the rambling, and grit her teeth. Mother. Fucking. Loons. she thought to herself. Hopefully this just wasn't a violent one, even if he was apparently a bit of a firebug. "I told you where you are. You're in Fontaine Park. I don't know where you're trying to get back to, or who Welsh is, and I can't help you. Alright? Find someone else, they'll probably be better at directions." At this point she wished she did have a point of reference so she could tell the guy something, give him a direction and she could go the opposite, but that was her own problem--she didn't have a point of reference. If she had that, she'd be doing a hell of a lot better.
Oh. Okay. He looked at her,
Oh. Okay. He looked at her, and at the trees and at his match, thinking, collecting his thoughts. Finally he remembered what he was going to do. She was getting blood on the floor, it was the outside floor, so he wasn't sure if it counted, but she could get in trouble for messing up the floor. The nurses didn't like when you were messy. He took off a shoe and tossed it indelicately in her direction, that way she'd only get the blood on the shoe, not on the floor. But the other one was his, she couldn't have it. "Okay," he said, eying her suspiciously and edging around her, pulling out a new match. Maybe he would find someone else, or more likely someone else would find him.
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Eris jumped back as he threw something at her and it took a second to recognize he wasn't coming at her as well. And as she looked down at the ground, she saw...a shoe. He'd thrown a shoe at her. Yeah, that was it she was out of here. Even if it meant it took her even longer to find her way back to her place, she was out of here. So she just turned and walked away, leaving the shoe where it was, not getting why he'd thrown it in the first place, unless it was some really inept attack. Hopefully he'd just be on his own way now.