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 Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:47 pm
Gently was not so fond of going out as her civilian self, these days, but sometimes it was necessary. She could not spend all her time powered up, and as much as she liked to just lounge at home and play video games when she was alone she also needed to accomplish some things as a civilian like keeping herself fed.
So she was out and about now, going grocery shopping.
It was not as easy as it used to be to pretend she liked being around other people. Civilians, like these people, unfamiliar and useless. They could be agents of Chaos if they had the right skills, but more and more all she was seeing were useless wastes of energy. Energy that they could be using for their cause.
Not to mention their lovely starseeds.
She could not think about causing them trouble right now, though, in the cookie aisle. It was not the best place for her to power up, for one, and while she was reckless in many regards, her identity was not on the table. She shared who she was with the Negaverse, openly, but not so much the evening crowd at the grocery store. It made her stomach turn to think that anyone near her could have been a senshi, a prime target for her, but she could do nothing to hurt them.
Not yet, anyway. Maybe her next attack would be against a grocery store.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 12:20 pm
Chelsea and Mike were to drop off Liam later that day, which meant it was time to Tag to stack up on some groceries. The cart was already nearly filled with sugary kids cereal, junk food, SpongeBob-shaped macaroni and cheese, hot dogs and other foods that Liam loved that Tag wouldn't otherwise dare let enter his body. But it made his son happy, and that was all that really mattered. There was just one thing left on his list - cookies, Liam's favorite. But as soon as Tag turned the cart into the cookie aisle, he saw someone that left him wondering just how important not disappointing his son was to him. It was Gently, his ex-girlfriend - and the last time he had seen her, as Painite, she had tried to kill him. Surely his own life and safety was slightly more important than his son's cookies. But maybe he could just grab a box without being noticed ---
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 1:07 pm
Gently noticed him immediately. It was like she had a radar that went off the moment he was in range, and she glanced in his direction almost immediately. She stood for a long moment, just staring at him, her expression far from glad to see him.
She turned over the consequences to powering up and attacking him, but there were too many people walking down the aisles all around them, and that made it difficult for her to find any place to power up. Not to mention the cameras that would inevitably catch her in the act. While she was sure she could kill most witnesses, she wouldn't be able to stop the cameras.
Attacking him as a civilian would probably not result in much better.
But she sure could mess with him.
She moved toward him, tilting her head. She smiled at him, almost pleasantly, except for the murder in her eyes. The anger she held for him was the one thing she tried very hard not to think about, as it hurt her in a way that she refused to be hurt.
"Imagine meeting you here," she said, "what are the odds? How have you been?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 1:59 pm
Caught. As Tag tossed in the box of cookies into his cart, he looked up at Gently with a feigned surprised look and smile. "Gently," he acknowledged. "I've been doing good, really good. How about yourself?" His eyes darted to her, then to a woman at the end of the aisle - good, a witness - before landing back to his ex. "Everything is good, I hope?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:09 pm
"Oh, you know."
She smiled and moved toward him, looking flirty and sweet. She caressed his cheek, moving his cart out of the way and leaning on him a bit. Mostly to assert that there was no running away. She looked up at him, smiling devilishly up at him.
It was difficult to be that close to him without actually feeling things she did not want to feel, but she was shoving it all to the side for the sake of the character she chose to play in that moment.
"I killed someone that looked like you, you know," she purred, running her hand down his chest and playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It was a surprisingly nice little moment. A release, if you will. Made me feel a little better."
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:15 pm
"Is that supposed to be turn me on?" he teased, playing along with her game. It was better than the alternative: shitting himself in fright. "You know I love it when you talk murder to me." He placed a hand on her lower back, minimized the distance between them. "Next time you need a release to make you feel better, you just give a me a call," he gently whispered into her ear before pulling away and let the moment die cold. "I hope there's still no hard feelings here," he added, after a beat. "I do want to let you know, I am sorry that I hurt you, Gently. Sincerely. No bullshit. For once."
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:20 pm
Gently watched him, eyes narrowing, and for a moment she let herself be the hurt woman she was. She shook her head at him, finding it difficult to drum up the will to pretend she was fine, to laugh it off and bounce away.
She took a breath, tears stinging her eyes.
"Oh, are you? That's good to hear. If only I had just come to you to see if you were sorry, before going through all that other trouble." She said, shrinking away from him. She hadn't allowed herself to just be Gently in a while now, hiding in Painite, and in a false new version of herself that was all confidence and grace, and no baggage.
He still had the ability to make her feel weak and naked, a girl with feelings that weren't returned.
"It's hard to believe you're capable of anything but bullshit, if I'm honest."
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:52 pm
"Maybe I deserve that," Tag admitted. He wanted to reach out and wipe away her tears - but he had a hunch that placing a hand anywhere near her at that moment would result in its immediate dismemberment from his person. "And I'm sure there's nothing that I can say to you that will make you forgive me for what I did, but I hope that someday you can. And I do hope that you can learn to believe me when I say that I know what I did was wrong, and I never meant to hurt you." "Besides, you deserve better than a guy like me," he said. He was still speaking fairly honestly - although far more humbly than he really felt. "You should be with a guy who wants what you want. I shouldn't have misled you into thinking I was that guy."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:26 pm
Gently watched him, trying her hardest not to let her tears fall. She had already wasted a lot of time and energy crying over him, and thought she had managed to pull away from all those silly feeling rather well. She was strong and capable, and did not need anyone in her life that could hurt her. She was just not going to offer that chance to anyone any more.
She looked at him and her efforts to keep from crying just made her look more pathetic. Her face was red and her eyes were glistening with those unfallen tears, her lip even managing that small, miserable shake that came with a suppressed sadness.
"You're right, I do deserve better. But I didn't want it, and you shouldn't have made that decision for me. You bloody idiot. Do you think I wasn't aware of how flawed you are? And do you really think I was dumb enough to think you'd really change just for me? I lo... I wanted to be with you, anyway. That was my mistake. The only person you want to be with over any extended period of time is yourself, and really, that's the only person you deserve." She wasn't sure what she was saying, and she was hurting. She probably should have spoken to him a long time ago about all of this.
Instead of trying to kill him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:16 pm
Tag was at a loss for words, an unusual state for the blonde. He combed his fingers back through his hair as he tried to stall for a response, but couldn't come up with much more than a gaped mouth and a soft, "I'm sorry." It stung to hear the truth after months of trying to convince himself that he is someone who can settle down - if only with the right woman, if only with Chelsea. But of course, she ran off and got married, not only closing the door to his dreamt future with her with her, but threatening his role in his son's life. Perhaps Gently was right - he didn't deserve anyone but himself, and he'd just have to let go of the rest. "I wish there was something I could do now, something I could say...," he started, words drifting off.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 10:25 am
"No you don't," Gently said, watching him, sadness fading from her expressive eyes and cold bitterness returning. She moved back from him, returning to the other end of the aisle. She had been rattled from the whole thing, her ability to continue a conversation collapsing entirely. She idly turned over a packet she picked up off the shelf, but she wasn't looking at it.
At least she wasn't trying to throw it at his head.
"I should go," she said, feeling like she was retreating. But she had to get out of there before she found herself back at the place where she had been a long time ago, where she found herself every now and then when she let her walls slip too far. Wanting to forgive him and just let go of her anger, but unable to.
She looked at him again, though, and sighed.
It was just too easy to stay angry and use that to fuel her Negaverse endeavors. She didn't want to feel bad for him, she didn't want to feel anything for him. But she did. And she didn't want to be mad at him anymore. She just wanted to forget the whole thing.
"I'll see you around," she said, shaking her head. She couldn't actually say she wouldn't attack him any more, and she certainly wasn't capable of saying she could forgive him, but she hoped he could at least pick out something from what she was saying. She moved off after that, though, fighting off tears as she abandoned her shopping efforts and made a run for the exit.
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