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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 19:08:05 GMT -8
The car purrs. It's an expensive sound. Luxury, made to be speed. At a certain point, the car even goes faster than he does. "I see."
He pulls out of the parking lot. "Do you want to remember what happens or do you want what happens to stop?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 19:18:33 GMT -8
Eve didn't even have to ponder over the answer anymore. She'd thought the same thing over and over, contemplating what she should do about this whole mess.
"I don't think I'd be happy just having it stop and pretending like it never happened," she said. "I'm obvioiusly doing something, and unless I know what it is, there's no way to move on. If I just ignore it, or if it stops suddenly, I'll always think it's going to happen again, and I still won't know what I'm doing during these episodes. Hell, for all I know I could be out killing things! Or maybe I'm just stumbling around like a drunken bafoon and hurting myself that way. Personally, I'd just prefer the truth, now matter what it is, before deciding on a course of action."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 19:54:08 GMT -8
"And what if you find out that you're accosting strange men and ruining their pants, on pain of their deaths? What if you're a ghoul, stealing the neighborhood cats and eating them? What if you are killing people?"
Darren smiles, faintly. And yes, the man has raw magnetism in spades. It's a dark smile, and cool, and maybe just a touch knowing; definitely a touch superior. But that whole superior attitude -- he wears it like a royal mantle, constantly.
There's a red light. He drums his left fingers on the wheel. "What's your doctor's address?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 20:07:56 GMT -8
"And maybe you're just as crazy as I am," Eve said back, refusing to freak out over his suggestions. "As for what I've been up to, I don't know, but when I find out, I'll deal with it. Even if I am killing things. I'm not exactly an emotion-driven person, nor do I tend to freak out of possibilities."
She glanced up to the red light, narrowing her eyes briefly, before turning her eyes to the dashboard, and then told him the address. Vegas Psych Hospital. Yeah, that was going to be a real fun trip. But what else did she have at this point?
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 20:18:24 GMT -8
As Eve replies, Darren takes the opportunity to put on the stereo. Which is a very very good stereo indeed. The best, only. His taste in music is apparently 80s music if David Bowie is anything to judge by. He presses a button and, instead of David Bowie, it's something chill-out and background music-y. Lamb, by Gorecki.
"You sound like a sociopath to me," he replies, with an amused curl of his lips. "You wouldn't stop if you were killing things? Or would you just wait until you figured out what they were -- cats, people, something else?"
The light turns green and as the car gliiiides forward, Darren glances sidelong at Eve and smiles -- really, honestly smiles. The smile? Not devastating, per se. That isn't his M.O. But it's got a sort of sleepy sensuality to it, coupled with a completely unfitting boyishness. You just want to give him a model airplane and watch him gleefully assemble it. "And, true. Some people might call me a mass murderer. Jack the Ripper's got nothin' on me."
And the music SWELLS, so maybe she was imagining him saying something to the effect of 'fucking upstart punk'.
He's joking, of course. Probably. Well, he had to be. He just has a twisted sense of humor, or something. Right.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 20:32:23 GMT -8
Eve looked over at him, actually LOOKED for the first time since meeting him. She saw the smile, and the odd look in his eyes, and she had the thought that maybe she'd picked the wrong day to get a ride from a stranger. Instinctively, because something was just wrong with him, something... not human, she slid as far towards the passenger door as she could, curling her legs up and placing her chin on a knee in seeming innocence. But really it was the perfect position to kick him in the face should he test her limits. She didn't care if she might look silly, didn't care if her shorts were just a tad too short for the position. Survival was the most important matter... Now why did that sound so familiar?
Good thing, at least, she hadn't blacked out yet. If she'd been threatened or in danger, that was usually when the blackouts were predictable. Those were usually the times when she woke up with blood everywhere, and the person who'd hurt her was never seen again. She could guess what had happened to them. And a part of her was thinking that if he tried anything, he'd only get what he deserved, so there was no reason to be afraid. They all got what they deserved in the end, right?
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 20:41:53 GMT -8
His smile goes lopsided and he glances over at her, fully, one more time. Her shorts aren't too short for his taste. Even if he does think she should probably cover up a little more. Women've lost all senses of decency. Still: eye candy is delicious.
Then he turns his attention to the road; chuckles, once. "You look worried, Eve."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 20:56:43 GMT -8
"Not worried, just cautious," Eve said smoothly, refusing to take her eyes from him. She doubted she'd catch him if he made any move, but she still couldn't tear her eyes away. No, no, not couldn't. Wouldn't! Wouldn't!
"And you look like the cat who just caught the canary," she said before she could help herself.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 21:12:37 GMT -8
"I'm in a good mood," Darren says. Despite what some people believe, Las Vegas is more than the strip; they're in the part of the city that most of the transients who blow through Las Vegas don't know. He hasn't been back in Vegas for a few years, but he still remembers the streets -- mostly. Cities just start to blurr when they lose their personality. "After all, how often does one get to be a good samaritan, help out a beautiful lady in distress?"
Oh, yeah. He said it. With a smirk, slightly unsheathed.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 21:21:01 GMT -8
"Are you seriously hitting on a chick going off to a psychiatric hospital?" Eve said with a laugh, tearing her eyes away from him finally. It was something she had to force herself to do, and it hadn't been because of paranoia. "And with such a line, do you expect it to work?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 21:26:33 GMT -8
"When I hit on women, I usually use my hand," he deadpans. Then he smiles, again. The true smile that made her curl up defensively in the first place. "But if you're attracted to me, we can't stop it." And that was meant to come out -- well, light, easy. But his tone ends up a bit darker than he'd wanted.
Because he knew damned well that they couldn't stop it. That the only thing that would stop it would be -- will be -- Eve's eventual death. And we aren't talking the reborn-again death. Just: death.
So he changes the subject. "Are you actually committing yourself or are you just seeing a doctor today?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 21:34:31 GMT -8
"I've had better offers," Eve retorted, in blatant denial of any attraction whatsoever. She was not about to fall for some creepy psycho man.
She refused to look at him again, too, because she was afraid she might wind up not being able to look away again. Tarnation! "And it's only a consultation. Heaven forbid I actually tell the complete truth. I really would prefer not to live the rest of my life sedated in a padded room."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 21:41:26 GMT -8
First, a look. The look is knowing in the worst kind of way, and although he doesn't say a thing, he somehow mingles pity into the knowing look. The look says I seriously doubt that without Darren even having to say a word. He is very self-assured.
And the smirk gets unsheathed a little further. "So what are you going to tell them if you're not going to tell them the truth?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 16, 2008 21:50:42 GMT -8
"I get headaches. I black out sometimes. I wake up in different places," Eve said briefly. She'd missed the look because she wasn't looking. "I'm certainly not going to tell them about waking up in blood or waking up feeling like I got run over by a herd of animals. Man, I hate shrinks. I can just picture it now. I tell them the skewed story and then in response, he'll say, 'And how does that make you feel?' and then try to get me to open up about my childhood, maybe blame it all on that. To which I might just rip his head off."
She looked over suddenly, giving him a puppy dog look, and pitiful and angelic looking. "Think if I run really fast I could get away with it?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 16, 2008 22:01:07 GMT -8
It's subtle, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly; a tic of emotion in his jaw. There, gone. "They won't say that," he says, calmly. "They'll ask you how much you usually drink before these episodes. Whether or not you're already on any drugs -- recreational or othewise." He smirks. "And how does that make you feel?"
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