"It's boring around here."
Participants: Liadan, Roscielle
Status: Complete
(Roscielle looks for Liadan after not seeing her for a few weeks, and finds her walking out of a bathroom.)
Roscielle: Oh, Miss Lee... It's been awhile.
Liadan: Oh, hey, Rosie. Nice seein' ya again.
Roscielle: *nods and smiles* Yes. I hope you are well?
Liadan: Eh... *stretches out her arms; the bandages lining them seem more numerous, and her hair is rather messy and perhaps unclean* I'm as good as I'll ever be. *grins* I'd be
even better if ya gave me a kiss~
Roscielle: *looks this over with her one eye, until it settles on Lia's eyes. She stares for a few moments, but then leans up to try and do so*
Liadan: *meets her the rest of the way, her cool lips descending upon Roscielle's, smiling*
Roscielle: *quickly wraps her arms around her neck, pulling her closer and easily opening her mouth after a bit*
Liadan: *grins and puts her arms around her waist as she kisses her deeply*
Roscielle: *a small moan thrums from her throat, despite her reaction; she does pull back moments later, flushed* Do you feel better?
Liadan: *purrs, her eyes closed as she licks her lips* Much.
Roscielle: *flushes more from this* What have you been doing?
Liadan: Not much. *opens her eyes, still smiling* You?
Roscielle: I was experimenting... *looks down at her hands, frowning, while the roses twitch* It's almost been a year...
Liadan: I'll getcha an anniversary present. Now what kinda 'speriments have ya been doin'?
Roscielle: I don't want any... But, *brows furrow as the roses squirm, almost as if struggling* I'm trying to control them...
Liadan: How's that been workin' out?
Roscielle: They're resisting too much...
Liadan: *flicks a nail at one of them* Oi.
Roscielle: *the rose hisses at her, and Roscielle scolds it*
Liadan: Huh. How do they do that?
Roscielle: I don't know! They get angry...
Liadan: Huh. Maybe ya need to discipline 'em.
Roscielle: I'll try that then... *stares at the roses*
Liadan: How can ya hurt 'em without hurting yerself?
Roscielle: I can't, that's the biggest problem. But I will figure it out... The other patients have control over their powers...
Liadan: Yeah. Kinda embarrassing for ya, I'd imagine. *pokes at another rose with a cold fingertip*
Roscielle: *the roses flinches back and wilts from the cold* It is...
Liadan: Hmmm. Hm, hmm. What about darkness?
Roscielle: They're fine with it. But they don't seem to like your cold...
Liadan: Well, yeah. But that seems kinda lethal. -You- seem ta be gettin' used to it.
Roscielle: *smiles shyly from that* Yes...
Liadan: I guess that's an idea, there; call me when yer roses need a little spankin'. *lets out a small puff of cold air*
Roscielle: *they all freeze up and wilt* C-c-cold!
Liadan: Oops. Too much?
Roscielle: M-mmn, yes! But it's fine, they aren't resisting... *shivers as they all slither into one area, around her left arm; she pants once she's done, and they've all
scratched up her arm*
Liadan: ... That's all of 'em.
Roscielle: A-ah... that feels much better...
Liadan: Hmmm. Maybe one day ya can keep 'em from sproutin' all over the place too.
Roscielle: I don't think so... they only sprout from cuts, and if I have not been cut... they burst through violently.
Liadan: *looks over all her wounds* Eugh, that's just gruesome, Rosie.
Roscielle: *flexes her arm slightly and watches the blood drip* It's not as bad as it sounds -- the bursting is. But the cuts... I'm used to.
Liadan: How don'tcha bleed ta death~?
Roscielle: *seriously thinks about this for a moment* Some of the blood are the seeds?
Liadan: ... So, yer droppin' seeds. Whole buncha rose seeds all up in there.
Roscielle: *looks at the blood and nods* Yes.
Liadan: Hey, maybe one day vampires won't be waitin' in the wings to eatcha, 'cause you'll be full'a seeds.
Roscielle: ... But they taste like blood.
Liadan: Shhhh. No, they don't.
Roscielle: But they do! I've tasted it! Even the rose petals taste like blood.
Liadan: Youuu... were really thorough in 'sperimentin' with yerself, huh.
Roscielle: *fidgets* I got curious.
Liadan: *grins* What -else- did ya do?
Roscielle: I learned that I can scream very loudly if I plucked the petals.
Liadan: ... Bad way, right? Right.
Roscielle: Yes, the bad way -- what other way is there?
Liadan: The pleasure filled way~
Roscielle: Oh. I see... well, no. They don't make me scream that way. And I suggest not doing that unless you are masochistic?
Liadan: Hehe. I think the word yer lookin' for is 'sadistic', but I'm surprised that's even in yer diction'ry.
Roscielle: Either way, it's disturbing! *sighs and shakes her head, then looks Liadan over again* What have you been up to, Miss Lee?
Liadan: Not enough to talk about.
Roscielle: Why do you look so disheveled, though?
Liadan: Eh, couple o'fights. No biggie.
Roscielle: *frowns lightly* With whom, if I may ask?
Liadan: *waves a hand* Some dumb patients. Hey, fightin's somethin' I'm good at.
Roscielle: Hm, was it over some girl?
Liadan: No, actually~
Roscielle: *looks surprised* Then why would you fight?
Liadan: I don't really wanna talk about it right now, hun. Still lickin' my wounds and all that.
Roscielle: I see. Well, then, I suppose I will take my leave. I won't bother you until you want to talk about something other than me.
Liadan: Aw, but yer inneresting~ Helluva lot more than me, that's fer sure.
Roscielle: I'm certainly not, I have nothing of interest but my body to you. Unless you can prove me wrong?
Liadan: *shrugs* I've been listenin' ta ya this long, haven't I? I'm wonderin' whatcha gonna do with them roses of yours.
Roscielle: The roses are part of my body! There isn't anything interesting about me, my mind... But you're so much more! And I barely know a thing about you!
Liadan: *smiles and shrugs* So ask me something.
Roscielle: ... Why won't you tell me about the fights?
Liadan: 'Cause they're not important. Next question.
Roscielle: Why would you fight if they weren't important?
Liadan: Didn't wanna lose.
Roscielle: So you fought to win... you must like fighting a lot. Do you do it often?
Liadan: Used ta. Tha's why I'm so good at it.
Roscielle: Do you want to fight more?
Liadan: Nah, not in par-cular. I guess it's sorta better 'an loafin', but I ain't got an urge fer it.
Roscielle: Then what do you have an urge for?
Liadan: *grins* I think ya 'ready know the answer ta that~ Next question.
Roscielle: I was hoping it was something different... *stares at her gauntlets now* When is your birthday?
Liadan: *flexes her fingers, as if examining her nails* December 18th.
Roscielle: So soon...
Liadan: Mm-hm. Ya gonna get me a present, Rosie?
Roscielle: No, why would I?
Liadan: Just checkin'~ I wondered why ya asked, 'nall.
Roscielle: What could I possibly get you in here? Do you even want anything?
Liadan: *her eyes slide up and down Roscielle's body* Weeeeell...
Roscielle: *doesn't seem surprised* You want me?
Liadan: *purrs* Yes~
Roscielle: Isn't there anyone else you would like instead of me? I'm sure there is.
Liadan: Are ya gettin' inta yer possessive mode again?
Roscielle: Even if I am, that doesn't change the fact that it is true. I can't change you, after all. Isn't that right?
Liadan: *blows some cold air at her nails, and holds her hand up to the light to examine them* That's right.
Roscielle: I don't want to. I wouldn't want you to change me. *the roses begin to move away from her arm now, gliding back to their original positions and leaving several tears
along the way*
Liadan: Never tried to, doll. Losin' yer grip over there?
Roscielle: I know, I'm just saying I wouldn't do something you wouldn't. *ignores them and stares at the blood*
Liadan: Ya got used to the bleedin', ya said. S'kinda sad, a pretty girl like you poppin' blood all the time.
Roscielle: Yes, I know. They never stain my skin though, the roses drink the blood right up.
Liadan: Leeches.
Roscielle: Like I said before... they cause me pain if I cause them pain. They are part of me completely.
Liadan: Hmmmm. *tilts her head, staring at her in a more curious than leering way*
Roscielle: *looks up at her and blinks now, the blood slowly trickling into the roses* What is it?
Liadan: Just wonderin'...
Roscielle: What...?
Liadan: What you'd look like without all that.
Roscielle: *her brows raise and then she laughs, slightly hysterical*
Liadan: *looks back at her face, one of her own brows raised*
Roscielle: *wipes the tears from her eyes and lets out a few more laughs* That is very funny!
Liadan: Uh, yeah. Funny.
Roscielle: *lets out another choked laugh and shakes her head* I've always wondered if I was born this way.
Liadan: Maybe, if there's nothin' ta remember.
Roscielle: Nothing at all. I've always been this way! So it's funny to wonder what I look like without them.
Liadan: *furrows her brows, staring at her oddly* Yeah...
Roscielle: *one finger presses against the scrapes on her cheek* They do feel my pain...
Liadan: Sure. But they cause pain, too.
Roscielle: I don't think they mean to, the thorns cause the pain, really...
Liadan: Ever thought of clippin' 'em?
Roscielle: Yes, but it hurts more than pulling petals.
Liadan: Geez. You'll never stop hurting.
Roscielle: *shakes her head but smiles* I will always feel alive. But enough about me, -again-. You, do you never feel cold? Or do I feel hot to you? Why is it you can breathe
cold air?
Liadan: *smiles back, her fangs protruding with the motion* I feel cold alright, but it ain't a bad feelin'. And yeah, ya feel hot.
Roscielle: *presses closer, eyes wide with curiosity* How hot? Scalding? Why can you breathe such cold air... almost like a frozen wind...
Liadan: *grins and pulls her close* Buuuurning~ And it's somethin' I've always been able ta do.
Roscielle: Your breath isn't cold -- not when you talk... *shivers lightly against her cold body* Can you can control that... is that because you're... not human? That... Polermun
thing?
Liadan: Yeah~ *breathes gently against her face* To all of the above.
Roscielle: *shivers again, then tugs at her ears* Then what about your ears?
Liadan: *lets out a sort of moaning noise, but looks composed as she keeps grinning at her* Part o'the not-human schtick.
Roscielle: *flushes* But Mister Alphonse has normal ears... Mister Azzy looks like a mouse, and Miss Delysia looks like a kitty. Are you all different species.
Liadan: You got it, hun. *nuzzles her cheek* You sure catch on quick.
Roscielle: *flushes harder, trying hard to concentrate* Then there are others exactly like you?
Liadan: Not -exactly-. :<
Roscielle: But others like you, who have pointed ears, a cold body, cold breath and a Pokemun?
Liadan: Yeah, I guess. Dunno about the ears, but cold breath ain't that weird for us.
Roscielle: What's the name of your species?
Liadan: Sneasel.
Roscielle: Snea...sel. That makes me think of a sneaky weasel.
Liadan: *snickers* Fittin', innit?
Roscielle: In my world, would you look like a weasel?
Liadan: *raises her brows* Dunno. I've always been like this.
Roscielle: Always been... human-like? Hm, but Mister Alphonse said otherwise for himself...
Liadan: Well, for -him- it's different, I guess -- but for me, I ain't got no experiment angst or nothin'.
Roscielle: *looks confused* Then why are you here...
Liadan: 'Cause I felt like it.
Roscielle: ... *pushes herself away from her now* -What-?
Liadan: *blinks* What?
Roscielle: You -felt- like coming here?
Liadan: Yeah. Wanted ta see if it was as bad as people said.
Roscielle: *shakes her head, and steps away from her* You must be insane, no person in their right mind would come here on their own...
Liadan: *rolls her eyes* Ya say that 'cause ya live it.
Roscielle: But you've -heard- about it! There is no doubt that people can hear the screams outside! If they pierce your ears in here I'm certain you can hear it out there!
Liadan: Ya know what? No, actually, I didn't hear a damn thing. This place is built like a brick shithouse.
Roscielle: I still don't understand why you would want to sneak in here! You were free... and now you forced yourself into a hell worse than anything I can imagine!
Liadan: *starting to look annoyed now, she crosses her arms* Hell? Geez, ya keep talkin' about how bad it is -- and yeah, I hear the 'bad' bits -- but for me, it's less -bad- than
it is -boring-.
Roscielle: Boring, she says... *shakes her head and laughs hysterically* You will soon regret coming here. *backs away, enveloped by her hysterics now, and runs, sobbing*
Liadan: What the hell...
