queenofheartsrp | 0.4; video

[Sleeping isn't really one of Jackie's stronger suits. Hasn't been for six or seven years and she's long since found various ways to keep herself entertained through the worsts parts of the night. And the nights are the worst parts, there's too much silence, too much space to hear her own thoughts and they are terrible tumultuous things.

She's managed to convince herself to stay in bed with Dominique for a few days in a row now, but it's too much. She gets up, wanders the house, but that's lost much of its appeal already. She goes onto the back deck of Gaius Baltar's home, looking out over the lake and the shimmer of the moon on its waters. A sprig of the vine seems to have taken up root back here, but she sees it this time, eyes it coldly before bending down to coax it up the deck railing with light fingers.

She considers the mirror in the darkness,]

What I wouldn't give for a television or a radio right now. I suppose I could make them with the magic dirt, but all I'd get on reception would be some porn and the top ten most nauseating love songs.

[She does a fairly flat and tired sounding imitation of a radio broadcaster, balancing her chin in her hand.]

So, night birds, what are you doing up so late after your bedtime?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ It takes a while for her to register Jackie's words, only half listening. Lazily looking up, she blinks slowly, before looking to the cigarette she's rolling. Her gaze flickers over to the backpack leaning against her. ]

Yes. [ She says with a nod, finishing the cigarette. She goes through her pockets until she finds one of those matches pack you usually find in cheap motels. She lights the cigarette and leans back, letting the carbon monoxide feel her lungs. ]

Coffee? [ She perks up a little, leaning forward. She looks at her bag again. She's meek when she says it, but she's very sure of what she's saying: ] I'll trade you a cigarette for a cup of coffee.

All right.

There's a house on the lake, I'll meet you out front.

[ Sasha blinks at the easily given information of her whereabouts; back home (as much as home was the place you survived in rather than lived in), few would be willing to share such details. She forgets, always, that she isn't in a place full of monsters and war. It's hard to forget that, especially when your body is a walking reminder of that.

She licks her bottom lip, hesitates for a moment before nodding faintly to Jackie. She kicks the vine off her leg a little harshly, like getting rid of poison ivy, and picks up her bag, walking towards the house on the lake. She had seen it, she's been scouting the area, but it's still too early to go into places where there are lights and voices and people.

When she reaches the house, however, she doesn't step in too close. She's too paranoid for that, to knock at the door. She keeps her distance, flicking the rest of the cigarette to the lake uncaring and waits to see something that doesn't make her run away. ]

[ Sasha flinches involuntarily a little when Jackie starts walking towards her and her paranoia kicks in as always, her legs telling her to run. Jackie is a stranger. A stranger offering her a drink she did not prepare herself. Just what is she doing? But the scent of coffee makes Sasha shiver slightly and the hot drink is welcomed in nervous hands. She looks at the cup, to the steamy liquid. It's a bad idea, her paranoia screams, but her body has been craving a nice cup of java for too long.

She doesn't say thank you. It's not a favour, it's a trade. Sasha looks at the thin woman, looks at the coffee, and then at the steps. She waits a little bit, looking at Jackie with some uncertainty (but not too much, her eyes barely focus on Jackie's) and she sits down, placing the cup by her as she pulls out her backpack, taking out the tobacco and the filters. She has a lot more packs in her bag, she's not saying it though. ]

[ Her voice comes out a little nervous, contained. ] Can you roll it or do you want me to?

I've never rolled a cigarette in my life.

[ Sasha looks at her for a little moment before shrugging, putting everything on her lap as she begins to roll the cigarette. They tend to come out pretty perfect as it is one of the few things that Sasha can do and feel a little relieved from her paranoia, like a kind of moment of her own. Sometimes, when she's bored, she rolls cigarettes for minutes, piling them up.

She puts the tobacco in the paper, flattens it then, rolling it between her fingers, holding the filter between her lips, putting it where it belongs once it has a good shape, finally holding each ends and rolling it just a bit, licking the paper so it glues. She's done in seconds and she hands it to Jackie, a BIC lighter too, and starts to roll one for herself quickly before the coffee gets cold.

She doesn't talk much, and avoids looking at the other woman as much as possible. ]

The coffee won't steady your nerves.

[ Grabbing the cup with one hand, she takes a small sip and sighs softly when the caffeine hits her tongue, making her skin crawl with goosebumps. She is really grateful for that. Has been craving for caffeine ever since. She thought she had some in that dirty backpack of hers, but no, just plenty of tobacco and empty lighters and other shit.

Sasha wasn't expecting Jackie to talk, so she steals a quick glance, before looking down at the coffee. She shrugs her shoulders under the oversized t-shirt (you could probably fit three of her in that sweater). She lights her cigarette with the matches instead of the lighter. ]

Neither will this place. [ It's not a comeback, just a statement of that fact. She looks one more time at Jackie. Although she does not look at people, she does often steals glances until she has a good mental image of them and Jackie seems to act like a human - or at least, what Sasha figures a human acts as when there are no monsters.

Sasha takes another sip of the coffee, curved over her legs, staring at the lake. She is not much of a conversation starter, but as the chance presents itself to her, Sasha will not say no to it; it was time to get some information. ]

What do you now about this place? [ She talks rather slowly and contained, always making sure her lisp from her scarred tongue and inside of her mouth does not show. ]

I don't know anything.

I'm here and I can't leave.

[ Given how, indeed, Sasha is not looking at Jackie, she doesn't see the smile, and though one could hear it in her voice, the girl doesn't seem to take notice - or, if she does take notice, she doesn't seem to care about it.

She sips her coffee almost without moving, eyes fixed on the lake. She seems distant, as if she's thinking and isn't quite there. She's probably thinking about that fact. Can't leave. Which would be fine if she didn't keep on thinking that if a monster - especially Kulshedra - came around, she was trapped forever in here.

Drumming her fingers on the cup, she groans slightly. ]

Not good. [ She mumbles, looking down to her feet, shrugging a little under her shirt. ]

0.4; video :: midnight

video;

video;

video » action;

action;

action;

action; keywords laffo

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;