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1st Bite [Action/Video]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

[Video]

[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[He realizes his mistake the moment she turns. The features are incredibly similar. It's remarkable really. But the face just isn't quite right. The movements are different. And the voice.

Geordie blinks for a moment, trying to place the accent, before smiling a little sheepishly. The darker wings and that dress should have made his mistake obvious, even before the woman replied.]

Sorry about that. [The beer comes and he takes a quick drink before continuing.] New here?

[She narrows her eyes at the man, sizing him up for a moment before going back to her whiskey while he goes to his beer.]

Guess so. Ain' so sure I'll be stayin' long though. [Just until I wake up.]

[If anything, the look makes him feel even more sheepish. By the look of that whiskey bottle, maybe she just wanted to be left alone. But drowning your sorrows never helped anyone.

He flashes her a sympathetic grin.] That's what I hoped, too.

....You didn't wake up?

[Because that's the first thing she thinks, of course. That this is the dreamlands she knows and all she has to do is just pass the time until she wakes up and that'll be that.]

Great.

[She reasoned that out after she buried her sister of course. Ideally she wonders if Jilly will wake up or not. Would she ever come here again when she dreamed? Would she even dream again? Too many questions so another shot of whiskey gets tossed back and she nearly gags on it.]

[His lips quirk to the side for a moment before answering with a quick shake of his head. Geordie can sympathize to a degree. He thought it was nothing more than a dream when he first woke up on Buffy and Jilly's couch.

Sometimes, he still wishes that this was nothing more than a dream.]

Not yet. And it's been almost two months now.

[Two months. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Raylene never bothered trying to learn any magic - figured she'd be pretty useless with it because she never felt it in herself. But she can turn herself into a wolf; that's pretty extraordinary. Maybe she can figure out how to get herself back to the land of the living.]

Let me know when that changes, will ya?

[It's a shitty excuse for bar stool humor. But it's all she has.]

You'll be first in line.

[Well, maybe second. Jilly would be first, of course. But Jilly's not here right now and even though the similarities between the women are a little (ok, a lot) eerie, he has to admit, the woman is cute.

But he still grins. Then, he takes a long drink from his bottle and offers his hand.] I'm Geordie.

Edited 2012-11-10 03:45 (UTC)

Helen. [Best just to stick to what she's already lied about. Raylene doesn't do touching normally but she isn't Raylene right now is she? She's Helen. Helen doesn't have a problem with it.

It occurs to HelenRaylene that she might be on the other side of tipsy now. Finally. She shakes Geordie's hand once.]

Nice to meet you.

[It's not the name he expected to go with the face. Something with a J maybe. Or an R. Not that there's anything wrong with Helen. But for a second there, he had remembered how Jilly once described her sister as someone who looked nearly identical to her. And then, almost on the heels of that memory, he remembers something else. About how Jack looks like a movie star from the time Buffy came from.

People with similar faces. People from different times. Magic. Sometimes he really does hate this place.]

Nice to meet you, too. I'd offer to by you a drink, but it's difficult with the lack of a currency system in this place.

S'all right. I got my own.

[She demonstrates by drinking down another shot. She won't stop till the bottle's empty. Let it never be said Raylene/Helen did anything in halves.]

So how do things work round here with no money?

Everything's free. You just take what you need. Apartments, clothing, food. Whatever.

[Yeah, that still sounds strange even to his own ears.]

[Oh come on Geordie. She wasn't born yesterday.]

Nothin' is free, my man.

[Forever the cynic.]

[Those words make him fall quiet as he considers it. The Malnosso might not charge for the items provided, but he remembers what he had been told of drafts and shifts.]

You're right. [He's almost apologetic.] Pennies to please the prisoners. Has anyone told you much about this place yet, Helen?

People got magic books and chicken wings on their backs.

[A small twitch of a smile, to humor him.] And I hear near everythin' is free.

But other than that: no.

[He snorts in amusement. Touche.]

We're trapped here, if you haven't figured that much out already. And in exchange for this lifestyle, we get to be the subjects in experiments and drafted into wars fought by our wardens.

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't already experienced it for myself.

[Her face turns sour at the use of the word 'wardens'. The fact that they were trapped here alone reeked of imprisonment; just with a nice view. But that...she poured herself another shot. The bottle was getting close to half-full now.]

Sounds like a great trade-off.

[He raises his own beer bottle in a toast that's every bit sarcastic as her words.]

I'm not so keen on it myself.

You got used to it though didn't you? Adapted?

Some. [He gives a casual shrug. Some parts of life in Luceti had been easier to settle in to than others. A rent free apartment, not having to worry about earning enough money for his next meal. But there was a lot more he wasn't used to.] It helped that I already had a friend from home here.

Lucky.

Yeah.

[He's not going to deny that.]

So, where are you from, Helen?

Los Angeles.

[And it's the truth. Sort of. She's been living there for almost as long as she lived in Tyson or Newford now.]

Yourself?

[A city that he's actually heard of. It makes for a nice change.]

Newford, New York.

[Because it's the places you call home that really matter rather than the ones you grew up in. He might not have lived in the city as long as he had lived in that hillbilly town not too far north, but Newford had become home in a way his parents' place had never been.]

Newford, huh? I've been there before.

[She could blame this on the drink but she felt like it wouldn't hurt her story if she just gave that little bit away.]

You have?

[There's no mistaking the surprise on his face. Aside from those who had met Jilly, he's had a hard time finding many people here who've heard of the city.

He laughs a moment later and then smiles. It's a nice change.]</small? Well, what did you think?

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