Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Oct 9, 2011 0:36:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]At first the touch confused her; it wasn’t that being touched was confusing but it was that warm feeling that spread through her at it. Then he heard those gentle words, sincere and sweet. She hadn’t had anyone tell her that the world was better with her in it, ever, that awkward feeling between adoration for Christopher mixing with guilt and a fierce need to hold back tears. She really hated this human emotion thing, everything was just more intense than she was used to, especially outside of that bleak room she spent most of her days in. In the room it was like everything was dim, dark, heavy. As soon as she stepped outside the doors the world lightened up a bit but sometimes it was still overwhelming. Really what she yearned for was someplace without so much sadness, somewhere private, somewhere hers. That was silly though, she wasn’t supposed to want those sorts of things. She looked up at him, her dark eyes glossy with unshed tears, blinking them back, hating how venerable she must seem at the moment as she just studied him a moment, taking in his features, his eyes, the honesty in them, the nativity too. She honestly feared for him being in this world now. He seemed so uncorrupted and she was scared for what this world he was now in would do to him, chew him up and spit him out like it had so many before him. There it was, a need to protect him, wanting to keep him just as untouched by darkness as he was just right now. She took a mental snapshot of him right then, fearing he’d be like a candle, snubbed out before he got a chance to really life, swearing to do what she could to keep that from happening. “You don’t even know me.” It was a statement of both fact and wonder, amazed how he could cut through what she said and really reach in and make her feel wanted. It was her asking him how he was able to do that, since only one other person had been able to, and damned if she’d ever figured out how. It was a complex thing but Ruby had never been easy to understand, not even for herself. “I never, I mean most of that, no one else knows.” Again, her voice tinged with shock as she openly admitted the fact that Christopher may be one of the few people in this world that understood that much about her. She also had noted his hand was still on hers and how she was in no hurry to remove it. LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Totally Awwwed at that hand holding
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 9, 2011 10:47:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"I know enough." He didn't draw his hand away, because he just didn't feel like it, that was why. Ruby's fingers felt small and delicate under his, but not weak. Never weak. "I know you got stuck with a choice that had no way to win, only different versions of losing. I know that you're trying to make amends in a situation where 'sorry' doesn't touch it and you'll never do enough to feel like the debts have all been paid. I know that you've been nice to me, told me things about yourself that are painful and that I'm betting you were braced up for me to reject you but you told me anyway because I asked." A slow smile, his eyes on hers. "So yeah, I know enough." He looked at her, reading some of the worry and bafflement in her eyes, though not following where all of it came from. He was completely sure that she'd been expecting rejection of some form or another, probably for him to lash out at her in some way. Call her evil or disgusting or wrong. But it just didn't strike him that way. Maybe because he had that image of Linda so firmly in his mind, maybe just because he believed in redemption, but whatever the reason Christopher found that he felt closer to this woman than their short acquaintance would necessarily explain. Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: Sometimes short acquaintance is an advantage.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 9, 2011 11:33:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]“No one really asked before either.” That really did hit close to home too. Since Sam had been her assignment she, because of her duty, had found out everything she could about him. When they would talk the conversations always seemed to revolve around him, he never could really find the time to ask her about her. Well, Ruby reasoned that perhaps Sam had simply assumed that if there was something earth shattering she wanted to share with him that she would, she was always so secretive when it came to herself that maybe he just wanted to let her remain that way. Now it was slowly dawning on her that perhaps it was just one of the signs that he didn’t care. Maybe she was just a tool to him, something he’d used, maybe using again. Then as quickly as it came she dismissed that thought, she had wronged him deeply and he had the right to use her if he chose to. “So yes, Demons, Angels, Gods, Ghosts, Werethings, every horror movie and more all true on some level or another. You are stuck in the middle of it all sorry to say and it’s a fairly dangerous place to be. Lucky for you we’ve got more than one fighter who can handle themselves when it comes to dealing with the nasty aspects of the world along with people like me who are overflowing with information about it all and learning how to fight. So, what’s your story. I know you said that Cassio dropped you off because you had some duty but since he didn’t fill in the blanks maybe knowing more about you can help me fill them in.” Truth be told she was also curious to know more about Christopher as well, wanting to dig into his past, who he was before he was the man sitting across from her with the deep fried goodness. She also wanted to stop domineering the conversation long enough to shove more cheese fries into her mouth, which she did with her free hand, still unwilling to move the one he held. LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Nothing more deadly then a guy with charm!
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 9, 2011 12:19:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]It occurred to Christopher that he really was going to have to take his hand off hers at some point, if for no other reason than because he wanted more beer. And so, somewhat reluctantly, he squeezed her hand and let go, retreating back to his side of the table and topping up his pint glass. As he poured, he admitted, "There's not a whole lot to tell. I mean, of course, everybody thinks that their life is fascinating," a quick flash of smile, teeth as white and straight and even as modern cosmetic dentistry could achieve, "but I've been wracking my brain for weeks, trying to figure out what there is about me that would rate attention from an angel and there's just nothing." "I grew up in California. My mom's family has money, my dad's family largely has the magical ability to make it through life without ever holding down a real job or paying off a debt. I inherited a trust fund and a love of expensive scotch from Mom's side, being a shiftless bum from Dad's." It could have sounded bitter as he said it, cynical, but Christopher seemed cheerful about this the way he was about nearly everything. He started cutting up one of the battered sausages and transferred a few pieces to a small plate for her, then a couple for him as well. "Since college I live on my boat, spend about half the year in southern California and half the year down in Baja. I'm...well, kinda useless." Again, no bitterness in it, just a sort of rueful smile. "There's nothing about me that anybody would care about except maybe, possibly, my boat. Except that he left my boat behind, it's docked in San Francisco while I carry boxes for teenagers." Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: Cannot see the point.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 9, 2011 18:46:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]“I don’t think you’re useless.” She let it leave her mouth before she even realized it was gone, but it had a ring of earnestly to it that was sort of undeniable. Reaching for the pitcher she refilled her beer, looking to the sausages, picking up a fork to poke at it to see what it does first before spearing one and taking a bite, smiling in reaction to what she tastes. “Okay then it’s gotta be something else, prophecy, something after you, fallen angel, big event in the future, prophet…” Her lips twisting as she started to look him over carefully now seeing it there was something she missed, maybe horns, a weird birthmark, third arm…something out of place. Angel’s didn’t just get involved in anyone’s life for no good reason and when they did shit like this it was always some sort of bad news. “I got nothing, we need to find Cas and ask him, or another Angel, see what I mean about them being useless, least they could have done was tell you why you were so important so I could figure out how to deal with it.” Already agreeing to help him out, well as much as she could, trying to figure out how she could spilt her time between watching Sam and taking care of him and then dealing with Christopher’s mystery problem. Her mind working to first put Christopher in a room next to them, perhaps a door separating them, then when she is sure Sam is asleep she can just skip sleep herself to help him…right? LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Now she’s gotta help him.
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 10, 2011 2:40:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]That blurted-out line about not thinking that he was useless had Christopher smiling, wide and pleased and a little bit shy because he liked hearing it so much and because he knew that only some of that was because he appreciated the sentiment and the rest of it was because it had come from her. He knew himself, he knew that he was susceptible to these bouts of infatuation, and almost always with women like her, the ones who were out of his league. The things she'd lived, the things she knew, put her beyond him in ways that he couldn't even manage to resent. All he could do was admire, and try as best he could to keep from making a fool of himself in front of her. She listed off possibilities and Christopher shook his head at each of them. "I just don't know. He just said that I had work to do. And then I haven't seen him since." His brows drew together in frustration, "Which is kind of pissing me off, because other people mention that he popped in the other night for this or that, but I never seem to catch him. It's happened too many times to be coincidence, I'm pretty sure he's avoiding me." Which was maddening and only served to increase Christopher's self-doubt. Maybe it was all a mistake, maybe he really had no right to be here and the angel just couldn't be bothered to send him back to California. Maybe he was a broken tool, that Castiel was avoiding him because he was useless. He didn't know, and the not knowing was starting to mess with him. "Do you know any other angels?" And then, a beat later, "Are there a lot of angels? Because I'd never heard of Castiel before he brought me here and then I wikipediaed him. I'd only heard of, like, Michael and Gabriel and so on. But are there others running around, doing their angellish things?" He sounded like a freakin' rube, but he just didn't understand these things, and he wanted to. Location: Nine Fine Irishmen, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: Lacking information on several fronts.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 10, 2011 10:00:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Her lips twitched in a small sneer as she though about the overgrown chickens, that deep seated issue between demons and angels still very much ingrained in her no matter if she was human now or not. She took a few more bites of the sausage trying to find a polite way of reiterating really how useless she found them all but really, how can you put something like that nicely. “Loads of angels which is why it’s really shocking how totally ineffectual they are most of the time. Personally know them, no, see angels and demons, well angels tend to smite first and ask questions after, which to a demon is sort of inconvenient, so I tended to stay away from them. Mostly I think angels just wait for the right time, show up and make it all worse. See when Sam had to fight Lucifer, when he had to consent to being that asshole’s vessel, where were the heavenly hosts to help him out? Where were they to fight their brother and keep that from happening? They aren’t these benevolent creatures from on high sent here to guard and protect us, they create more problems then they solve.” Yea, she still had a chip on her shoulder about angels a mile wide. Of course after six hundred years as a demon that was sort of to be expected. She took another drink of the beer, dark eyes taking him in a moment as she sighed softly, hating to admit to knowing this one thing. “We could summon one of the angelic assholes, set up a ritual summoning, but they tend to get rather displeased about phone calls like that. Still if Cas dialed you in then dumped you I’ve got no qualms with summing his feathered butt to find out what the hell he was thinking. First though, we should probably go see if Sammy would be kind enough to look up at the sky and call out his name for us because sometimes Cas answers Sam.” LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Poor kid is gonna have a complex about himself when he finds out he’s an angel if he believes Rubes
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 10, 2011 14:35:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]His brows drew together. "Wait, Sam fought Lucifer? This Sam, the one you're dating?" It would serve him well to keep reminding himself that Ruby was taken, that he needed to keep her firmly in the Friend Box and not be getting any ideas. "How did that happen? I mean...Lucifer-Lucifer? Like the actual devil?" He managed, barely, not to ask whether the devil was red with horns like Hellboy, but it was a close thing. And yet, while he was definitely interested in this story, he also kind of needed to figure out his own shit and so he also asked, "Can you do that? Summon an angel and then trick them? I mean...wouldn't he just turn around and smite us? I definitely know that they smite people, I've heard those stories." Though basically, despite the questions, Christopher just trusted Ruby's judgment on this. If she said that summoning an angel would work and get them answers, or even a chance of answers, he would go for it. He just needed to know what was going on with him, and why he was important enough to uproot out of his life and dump into the middle of a bunch of strangers but not important enough to bother with any explanations. He wanted, needed to know who and what he was. Location: Nine Fine Irishmen, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: Yeah, when he figures it out he's gonna be like, 'Great, I'm a dick.'
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Oct 10, 2011 19:02:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]“Yes…Sam fought Lucifer.” The tone with what she said it just reeked of regret but her lips twitched at his assumption that they were dating. How would she explain this to Christopher in terms he’d understand, hell she didn’t really understand it herself. Pulling the twenty from her back pocket she waved the waitress over to her table ordering as much whiskey as it would get her, telling the girl she didn’t care how cheep it was, just wanting something besides beer to dull this pain. “Sam and I aren’t dating. See when I tricked him into opening the cage Lucifer was in Dean killed me for it and I was in hell. An angel, Azrael, decided for what ever reason to pull me out of that torture and bring me back to Sam to repent. I guess the best way to describe it is Sam owns me. Demons, well we…they are owned creatures by contracts or deals they make. I am the reason he’s a mess and I am trying to fix the mess I made.” She snapped her mouth shut as the waitress brought the three shots of whiskey, taking the first one and swallowing it down, making a sour face at the taste. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d ever drank but there was a difference in the way it burned her human taste buds. She put the empty glass down looking to Christopher a moment, having heard every word he said. “I imagine if we summoned Cas he might be a bit more understanding then the others but I will see if Sam will try simply calling him for us, since, you know, summoning is kinda rudeish. You know what might help, this prophet, he wrote these books about Sam and his brother Dean, maybe if we get our hands on some of them you can read them and get all caught up.” LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Chuck!!
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 10, 2011 20:50:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"Soooo...you're definitely not dating, then." Wait, crap, had he said that out loud? What the hell was wrong with him. The tips of Christopher's ears turned pink as he struggled for some smooth way to cover that up. He didn't find one, but actually the next thing out of his mouth was actually worse and so maybe that counted to hide the last one? "Wait, he owns you? Says who? Him? This angel?" For a mad moment there Christopher was completely prepared to break the jaw of whoever it was. Actually, the moment didn't pass all that quickly. Nobody here knew it, and why would they, but Christopher had brushed up against the edges of the human trafficking industry a few times. He wasn't the only American guy who made aimless boat trips up and down the west coast every year, and a few of those guys did so with dozens of people crammed down into the hold. Usually girls, they came up from the rural areas where they still believed that just getting into the U.S. was the ticket to prosperity. Lotta times they weren't even sixteen. They'd get up to California and get passed out to mamas who if they were lucky would hire them out cleaning houses at a buck twenty an hour minus rent and food. If they weren't lucky...well, who asks after what happened to another brown-skinned girl who used to work a particular street corner? Christopher had been approached more than once about making a quick ten grand just for taking some living cargo up into the States. That hadn't gone well for the guys making the offer. He waved off the thing about the angel, focused down on this right now. "You're not a demon. And from the stuff you've told me, I will be fucking amazed if you ask this Sam guy and find out that he agrees that he 'owns' you. I really could give a damn about what you feel you owe to anybody, and I get that there's a lot going on here that I don't understand. But nobody owns you. Nobody." And if he was wrong about that, he would change it until he was right. Location: Nine Fine Irishmen, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: There it is. Had to be a temper in there somewhere.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Oct 10, 2011 22:49:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]“Sam has made it clear….single.” Well it was more like Sam had held her the first night she was back in his life, letting her adore him, then nothing, the next morning the mistrust and bitterness returning in full force. Since then she hadn’t known which way was up or down. It was only within these last few hours with Christopher that she had started to begin to feel like she had gotten even footing. Then came the harshness to his tone, making her move back a little, perhaps like she had said something wrong, the time with Sam making her nerves frayed and fearful that with just the wrong word she’d find herself with a knife in her gut. Hell for God only knew how long coupled with her new living environment made her edgy and it showed. “I said he owned me. Christopher…I don’t really know how to…its when Azrael dropped me off with Sam he said he would keep me, take responsibility for me, isn’t that all the same? I was pulled out of hell by someone, making me theirs, then given to someone else. He’s suffering because of me, I should be the one going through what he is…why am I even telling you all of this?” Picking up the next glass of whiskey she drank it down and put the empty glass down on the table, pulling a hand through her long black hair. Had anyone in her whole life defended her like he was trying to do, honestly no. He had no reason to, no motive behind it, well perhaps knowledge but she had given him enough for him to find the rest of the answers on her own. Her hand curling about the last shot she just held it there, already feeling the effects from the other two. “No, not a demon anymore, but the possibility lies there still, I mean if I ever really had to, if I needed to, if there wasn’t any other option, I’d do it again, it’s not like I don’t know what I would be in for.” God Ruby, just shut up! LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: No wonder she never talked before, she starts and doesn’t shut up.
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 11, 2011 0:19:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"No, it's not the same thing. And if you feel like it is, that relationship is toxic one way or another, either from his side or from yours." He shook his head hard enough to send his hair flopping around. "You weren't brought out of hell to be a slave. That's bullshit, and more to the point it's bullshit that doesn't make any sense. If the angels wanted to torture you, they'd have left you in Hell where you could get tortured by the experts. If they wanted a slave, they could have found one that was less trouble to retrieve and who didn't have a painful history with their favorite son. Whether or not they meant it out of true benevolence and forgiveness, you've got a chance here." He reached across the table, not at all shy for a moment as he tucked her hair back away from her face, tucked it behind her ears so that he could see her. "You've got a chance. Whatever happened to you before this, whatever you did or was done to you. This is it, Ruby. This is your chance. Almost certainly your last chance. Whether it's been given to you or whether you have to fight for it, steal it from Heaven or Hell or whoever it is thinks they have plans for you, this is it. Your moment. Your shot." Not looking at all shocked when she spoke of becoming a demon again, Christopher just nodded. "Sure, of course you could do that. Like a dry drunk can always buy a fifth, like a recovered druggie could always find the right street corner, it's just eight bucks for a hell of a good hour. You could decide this isn't what you want and go back to what you know. But this is your shot. And if you want help, I'll help." He didn't qualify that, explain it, weaken it by going into motivations. If she wanted it, he would help her. Whatever that entailed. Location: Nine Fine Irishmen, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: Such a little boy scout.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 11, 2011 7:24:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]For a moment, just the briefest of ones, she moved her face into his hand, the affection something she hadn’t had in so long coupled with his strange gentle nature was working on her to draw out something past the girl who waited on Sam’s beck and call like a puppy, the girl who started out today intending on tempting someone else into a good time, he was finding the woman in the mess. She cleared her throat, still simply amazed at Christopher’s ability, finally finding that sarcasm that suited her well, even if right now it had a more playful tone to it. “Damn, don’t hold back then, tell me exactly how you feel.” A dark smirk crossing her lips as she pushed the whiskey away from her, the comparison he made a little to close to home for her right now. Of course now she was truly frightened for him, the world he was now in had things in it that could twist and turn him, kill him by using that kind streak in him. There was that need to protect him flaring up in her again. “Sam and I, it’s never been healthy, it’s been dark, twisted, wrong, we use each other. Love and hate is all part of it, well he hates me and himself for what’s happened. No, never something healthy but the lives we lead I don’t think healthy is really out there for us.” There she went, bearing her soul again to this kid…man…confused individual. She felt guilty and relieved all at the same time. Pretty sure this would change nothing but just saying it all out loud was a relief in itself. “Christopher, look, I appreciate your need to rescue me from this…what ever am in, but you aren’t there with Sam behind closed doors. You don’t know…this is worse than anything they could have devised up in Hell for me, I’m watching my own handiwork with a human’s emotion and painful doesn’t begin to explain it. I’ve somehow got to see him through this, patch him back up and help him get strong and I have no clue how to do any of that anymore. I’m still running to catch up myself.” At that she growled at herself, annoyed that she was still talking, making this about her when she should know better, it wasn’t, it was about Sam. “Also you know the stuff we deal with in this life, what’s going on here, you’re a soft touch and things like what I used to be will take advantage of that. Please don’t tell me all it takes for you to offer up help is a pair of big eyes and curvy hips asking you for help? I don’t want to see this life chew you up and spit you out, it did that already to Sam.” At that she was shocked, simply shocked at the comparison. Of course It made sense, Christopher reminded her of the young, idealistic Sam who trusted to easily and had hope that not all the evil in the world was really evil, that some was just misunderstood, waiting for someone to see it for what it truly was. “We should go, get Wal Mart out of the way.” Okay what she was really saying was I want to run so can we do what we need to so I can go back and hide in my room…. LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Conflicted!!!
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Post by Christopher Price on Oct 11, 2011 20:56:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zri8ah.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #3c4048; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]He smiled, but didn't withdraw from any of what he'd been saying. "If you think that was me being unrestrained, you aint seen nothing yet. But hey, I appreciate the applause." She seemed to need an emotional withdrawal and so Christopher gave it to her, pulling his hand back and topping up both their beers, then picking up his last piece of battered sausage. Nothing that blatantly evil ought to taste that good. But he couldn't let it drop entirely, even if at this point he kind of wished he could. Because what he had to say next probably wasn't going to win him any brownie points. "Thing is," and now he was the one semi-hiding behind his food and glass of beer and so on. "If what Sam is going through right now is really you're fault--and I'm not entirely willing to concede that it is, but if that's the case--and if your relationship has always been dark and twisted and love and hate and rampant unhealthiness? Are you sure that you being right there with him night and day is doing him any good? Or is it just making it all worse, trapping both of you into patterns of the exact same poisonous behavior that got you here in the first place?" A soft exhale, nearly a sigh. "Is Sam getting better by having you there 24/7? Are you getting better for it? Or is it just a way for both of you to hide from the world and from the hard, scary task of climbing up out of the holes you've both been living in and rejoining life?" Christopher shook his head. "I get that you love him." Dating or not, that part was clear. "And I get that you want to make things right between you. But at some point you have to take a step back and ask yourself whether the things you're doing with that love and guilt and good intentions are actually making things better or worse." He gave her a slightly pained smile. "And, though I can see how you would think it, I'm not really trying to rescue you from your situation. Really I think I'm trying to convince you to rescue yourself, with me possibly acting as your comic-relief sidekick along the way." When she asked him if he was really that much of a soft touch, Christopher just shrugged and didn't bother to deny it. "It takes a little more than big eyes and good curves to get me wanting to help a person out. But maybe not as much as some people think it should." Location: Nine Fine Irishmen, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: A black tee shirt and jeans Music: Chick Habit - April March Notes: He'd make a cute sidekick.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 12, 2011 9:38:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]As he spoke her hands balled up into fists, an unconscious reaction to what he was suggesting, her life so intertwined with Sam’s she really didn’t see it right now without him. She knew she was struggling with her own problems, one moment being a demon in hell then the next stepping back into his life a human had been as much of a shock to her system as it had been to his. She also knew that he’d never been able to get by on his own and feared for what he would do if she did simply just leave. He had too much he was facing and she loathed to let him face it alone. There was also the minor complication of Azrael, would her leaving Sam’s side cause the angel to return and tell her she didn’t follow orders well enough, take her back to the pit? Rather than keep following that train of thought she set her jaw a moment, anger swelling up inside of her at this kid for even daring to strike at the heart of the matter like that, trying to convince herself what did he know about her really? She tried to temper her tone, take away some of the harshness, but the anger was there. “You need to stop.” It was curt and to the point because she didn’t want to admit how much Christopher had hit the nail on the head. She wasn’t ready to pack her bag and say goodbye to the man she loved, the one she obsessed over, the one she died for. Self-delusion had been what had made her start to question her loyalty to Lilith, when she had started to believe the lies she had told Sam in the beginning to earn his trust, when she had let him change her more than she ever had changed him, it was also something she was in the midst of now. Ruby feared if she left Sam’s side the next news of him would be he had found that death he seemed to be seeking out and it would be one more thing she had caused, one more debt she had to pay. No, if she left right now it would be because Sam gave her no other choice but to leave, he’d need to push her out that door. “Take a good look at Sam, once upon a time he was young, idealistic, trusting, he wanted to save a black eyed demon from being damned. He used to be whole, kind, caring, someone who would give you the shirt off their back if you looked like you needed it, someone who would stand in front of anyone and danger because that’s what he did. This life, the one you are now moving in, it takes men like him and you and rips and tears at you till you are just a shell. Someday, years from now even, I might be sitting in a dark room watching you slowly come apart at the seams because you have this boatload of naivety to shed in order to survive in this world, if you even live long enough for that. You’re lucky I’m not in the soul business anymore or I’d already have yours.” Yes it might have been petty, attacking him like that, but he had hit her at a particularly sore subject, something she had not yet the strength to come to terms with. LOCATION: NYNY Casino, Vegas MUSIC: Hey Salior by Detroit Cobras OUTFIT: I got a hat! NOTES: Horns and the Halo….coming to TNT this fall?
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