Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Persuasion: 5,2,4,10,9,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Cha+Subterfuge (WP): 9,7,3,5,10,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Streetwise, sorry))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Mrrr? ))

Snow: And Reyna is able to find what she was looking for a powerful sedative that is non habit forming.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Having dropped Laidan off at Central Park, she pulls the Bitchmobile up to Ashlyn's apartment complex. Corin is hoisted into a fireman's carry, and carried to the door, enjoying the soothing sleep of Lorazepam. She moves quickly up to the door and knocks.

Ashlyn Reale: There is rustling, thudding - a hurried voice speaking. Ashlyn opens her door in a rush, just closing the cell phone on her hip and brushing aside the flimsy chain lock. A double blink at Reyna - and she opens the door, stepping quickly, barefoot aside. If you ever doubt a fashion model's legs, just wait to see her in pyjamas - consisting of a censor bar they like to call shorts these days, and a matching tank top. Black. All black, which only makes her look paler. "Oh, for fuck."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Christmas's come early, hon. Sorry, I was too excited to do gift wrapping." She grins to the girl. "Mind if I come in?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Please." Standing very out of the way. She swallows hard, pale eyes locked on the woman and the limp model. "Is she..? Jesus, she's not in pieces."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "She was. She got better." She steps inside and moves over to the couch, laying Corin down on it.

Snow: There is blood caked in Croin's hair, and on her dress, partially not visable thanks to the way Reyna is carrying her.

Snow: There is a soft whimper but the model continues to sleep away.

Ashlyn Reale: Ash peeks out, and when she's sure nobody else is ducking in after Reyna, she closes and locks the door again. The phone is set aside, utterly forgotten on her way with long, anxious strides to the two. "-Better-? The last one was due for pickup from the body cart all of six seconds before I all but literally stumbled upon her. What happened? Who was it - tell me that was a distinct _was_ and this guy isn't ever going to see the light of day again."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "'fraid not, sweetie." She does a quick check over Corin, parting her eyelids to make sure she's reacting okay to the drug. "I think I may have his cab number, but I'm not positive. We found her in Battery Park, a little ways from Castle Clinton. Just got to her in time..." She sighs. "And I'm pretty sure she's either a coke addict, or the fucker gave it to her to anesthise her. Anyway, she's physically fine right now, though her memories are gonna be a problem."

Snow -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Reyna in looking the girl over in the car, find the cocain residue on Corin's dress, she also figures that maybe Coriin hasn't or wasn;t fed much durring her time being held. But there is nothing else on the girl, no stray hairs nothing that suggests right now where she was.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn swallows hard again - swallows down - at hearing the name of that park. Again. Her eyes close, lips purse. Arms cross tightly, hugging over her flat belly. "She and the other one were snorting in the bathroom before they split off," she informs in a soft, wavering voice. A bit much, see, and she's not certain whether or not it's a good thing that Corin lived to remember this experience.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "All right." She sighs. "I've given her a good strong dose of Lazoperam...Ativan is the brand name. It's a good, strong sedative, she should be out for a good 6 to 12 hours. I've got more if we need it...it's not addictive until you get into a long-term use." She leans back on her haunches and looks up to Ashlyn. "We need to talk to her, to see what clues she can give as to where the guy may have taken her. She's got to know something. Once that's done, we'll see what we can do to get her well again."

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn opens her eyes again, staring down at Corin on her couch. Whether she's really seeing Corin right now or not... She nods slowly to Reyna. "She'll ask questions about being here. About being fixed, I mean if...you're serious. I'll do my best. Do you want to..well...stay? Or have you had enough tonight of models and our off-camera issues?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, I'm here if you don't mind." She smiles a little bit. "I'll keep watch...and I'll make up a story to feed to Miss Thang here, if you want. I'm usually pretty damn good at covering for shit."

Ashlyn Reale: "Lovely. I appreciate it," she murmurs with sincerity. "I'm meeting Eli in the morning some time - I'll reassure him that everything's alright. I can... try. It won't be pretty. But I can work on her, at least so long as I can stand it. It might be nothing. The drugs, the touching... It might be nothing. But it can't be Delia." It's a little unclear if, toward the end, she's really speaking toward Reyna or debating with herself quietly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Drugs, touching, Delia?" She raises an eyebrow, head tilted to the side curiously. "You may be speaking model code or something, but you lost me somewhere." She rises, moving to the nearest chair to the couch, and takes a seat.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn makes a sleepy, wincing face and rubs her fingers dlicately up along her forehead. "What if the drugs interfere with her memories already? Delia.. I found Delia. In Battery. She screamed. She was dead when I got to her. But she... god. She was stuffed into this...I don't want to know. I don't want to know how you found Corin, and I'll have to. I need to." Ash sinks down, sitting, then scooting over toward the couch to rest her arm and back against a part of it. She looks tired, and not just for having been woken up.

Ashlyn Reale: "I need Josh," she mutters, pulling up her legs and crossing arms over the knees, resting her face on her arms. "Failing him, Anthony. Christ."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She sighs, sympathy in her eyes, and moves over to sit next to Ashlyn, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to know anything you don't want to hon. Whatever happened to Delia, all you need to know about Corin is that she was in a state of near-death, but her body is completely healed now. Her mind..." She smiles, a little sadly. "...well, I've worked with people who've gone through much, much worse then what this girl went through. I can help her, a'ight? You're not alone here, and don't forget to focus on the good news. Corin's alive, and we'll get her back to good. A'ight?"

Ashlyn Reale: "...Wait. What about dust? Was there dust? White dust, like somebody...I don't know. Like somebody rolled her around in the cast-off from a dozen erasers, old school style? Or ground up bone, or..something like that. Like...like what gymnasts use on their hands!" She perks - not happily, more a stab of the manic when she finally clicks the idea into her head.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head. "No, no white dust." She frowns. "There's the cocaine, but nothing like what you're describing."

Ashlyn Reale: "Not coke," she agrees easily, with a vague frown. Ash shifts and wraps an arm around Reyna's back, looking to be deeper in thought again. "No trash bag? Not even plastic scraps?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No." She shakes her head. "She was bound up...kind of a hog-tied position...but no bag." She shrugs. "Serial killers sometimes change there patterns. So although it's possible, I suppose, that this is unrelated...I'm guessing it's the same guy. Too much that's the same."

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn is quiet for a long moment. It takes time, hell it takes some courage (no matter if she's keeping close or not) to look aside to Reyna and speculate, "What if there are two of them, acting together? It could explain the change, and why for certain they could be overpowered. No fight marks - two men can intimidate, where one would be worth a fight. I know I'd at least try, if it was just one man."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "The bum I spoke with said that Corin willingly got into the cab, she thought the guy was just taking him home. Odds are, he's masquerading as a cab driver, maybe other jobs, too. Much easier to get someone into a vulnerable position when you're someone who is viewed more as an ignorable function of life then as a person, like many people consider cab drivers to be." She smiles a little. "My guess if it's two people is either a copycat sitch, which would be bad, or a mentor teaching a student, so to speak. More then likely copycat, though, it would explain the differences better. IF it's two people, which we'll only know for sure after I talk to Sleeping Beauty."

Ashlyn Reale: She nods to that, settling again, letting this sink in. The weight leaves a very fine tremble through her hands. The weight of knowledge sinks down, dragging with it the thought - thank God it wasn't me. And the guilt pushes it down further. A touch light headed, Ashlyn bobs a nod again. She's staring off at Corin on her couch, at Corin whom she does not envy, and who might not survive intact past twenty-five anyway. A silence settles over her like a blanket. It settles over the room, hot and stuffy even without being crowded.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Emp: 6,8,8,9,2,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at Ashlyn, head tilting, eyes sympathetic. "It's not a bad thing to feel relieved that it's not you, hon. That's human nature." She puts her other arm around Ashlyn, hugging her. "And for the record...believe me when I say, we will fix her emotional state. She'll be okay, and you'll be okay. Take that guilt and set it aside. It's natural to feel relieved, and it's not something you should beat yourself up over. I've seen too many people do it, and I don't wanna see you fall into that trap. Okay?"

Ashlyn Reale: "If Corin was the same as Delia? She won't want to be alive." Low, serious voice. This is flat rather than melodramatic, leaning in with Reyna - a warm body. "Delia was in... a trash bag. Like... he thinks we're trash? I don't know. I'm not a fucking shrink. I get paid to sit there and look cute - not to psychoanalyze the psycho asshole. Shit. We fucked the crime scene again."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "The hell with the crime scene, Ashlyn. The cops are fucktards." She is happy to provide a leaning post. "Corin wasn't in a trash bag. She may not want to be alive, but I can get her to a place where she will again. Also, depending on how I can work this, hon, she may pass it all off as some kind of hallucination. After all, people don't just wake up all better, you know?"

Ashlyn Reale: She nods slowly to that, easing a bit. Her hands wring out before her, turning over and over. "Do you think maybe...just maybe it was unrelated? Just some other guy kidnapping her?" Hope? Yes?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She'd love to say yes, and it's obvious from her face, but...she shakes her head. "I don't think so, hon. She was...tortured, from the look of it. The drop-off in Battery, the target... everything fits right. I think it was the same person. And actually, that's good. Better one psycho killer out there then two. Easier to catch, y'know?" She smiles, and puts an arm around the kin, squeezing a little in a show of comfort. "We'll get 'im, Ash. And soon. It's gonna be fine. Okay?"

Ashlyn Reale: "...Wait. What about dust? Was there dust? White dust, like somebody...I don't know. Like somebody rolled her around in the cast-off from a dozen erasers, old school style? Or ground up bone, or..something like that. Like...like what gymnasts use on their hands!" She perks - not happily, more a stab of the manic when she finally clicks the idea into her head.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head. "No, no white dust." She frowns. "There's the cocaine, but nothing like what you're describing."

Ashlyn Reale: "Not coke," she agrees easily, with a vague frown. Ash shifts and wraps an arm around Reyna's back, looking to be deeper in thought again. "No trash bag? Not even plastic scraps?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No." She shakes her head. "She was bound up...kind of a hog-tied position...but no bag." She shrugs. "Serial killers sometimes change there patterns. So although it's possible, I suppose, that this is unrelated...I'm guessing it's the same guy. Too much that's the same."

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn is quiet for a long moment. It takes time, hell it takes some courage (no matter if she's keeping close or not) to look aside to Reyna and speculate, "What if there are two of them, acting together? It could explain the change, and why for certain they could be overpowered. No fight marks - two men can intimidate, where one would be worth a fight. I know I'd at least try, if it was just one man."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "The bum I spoke with said that Corin willingly got into the cab, she thought the guy was just taking him home. Odds are, he's masquerading as a cab driver, maybe other jobs, too. Much easier to get someone into a vulnerable position when you're someone who is viewed more as an ignorable function of life then as a person, like many people consider cab drivers to be." She smiles a little. "My guess if it's two people is either a copycat sitch, which would be bad, or a mentor teaching a student, so to speak. More then likely copycat, though, it would explain the differences better. IF it's two people, which we'll only know for sure after I talk to Sleeping Beauty."

Ashlyn Reale: She nods to that, settling again, letting this sink in. The weight leaves a very fine tremble through her hands. The weight of knowledge sinks down, dragging with it the thought - thank God it wasn't me. And the guilt pushes it down further. A touch light headed, Ashlyn bobs a nod again. She's staring off at Corin on her couch, at Corin whom she does not envy, and who might not survive intact past twenty-five anyway. A silence settles over her like a blanket. It settles over the room, hot and stuffy even without being crowded.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Emp: 6,8,8,9,2,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at Ashlyn, head tilting, eyes sympathetic. "It's not a bad thing to feel relieved that it's not you, hon. That's human nature." She puts her other arm around Ashlyn, hugging her. "And for the record...believe me when I say, we will fix her emotional state. She'll be okay, and you'll be okay. Take that guilt and set it aside. It's natural to feel relieved, and it's not something you should beat yourself up over. I've seen too many people do it, and I don't wanna see you fall into that trap. Okay?"

Ashlyn Reale: "If I promise, will you tell me what I can do to make this.." her empty, slim hand opens and gestures around in an encompassing gesture meant to represent the situation at hand "...any better? If anything?" She does seem to take Reyna's words to heart. With a relenting attempt at a smile, she seems to be desperately pushing aside the heavy, negative feelings, perhaps for the sake of both of them. The smile attempt is strictly for Miss Wile E. here.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You can start by making sure you're okay," she says. "If I'm worried over you any more then will be natural, or Joshua is, then we can't find Senor Psychopath as effectively. Also, you can try and keep Eli from getting too involved...the guy's not the bravest boy in the barn, but he may try. That'll just complicate things. And finally, I'll need your help in helping Corin here. Right now?" She smiles. "We'll just work on you getting some rest, and me standing watch, making sure Corin doesn't wake up alone. Cool?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Are you sure? If I'm out in the morning, that would leave you with a bitch-ass shift for the day," she warns softly, concerned. "...I'll be fine. Believe it or not, I've had worse. Josh, well... We'll see. He might not bat an eye? Who knows?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I'm absolutely positive, hon." She chuckles. "Believe me...I've done the all-night, all-day watch before. I'm a big fan of coffee...maybe not as big as your big ol' roomie, but still. And I understand the phrase fine. I know you'll be fine...I want you to be okay, though. There is a difference...or do I need to tell you what fine really stands for?" An arch of an eyebrow, over the grin.

Ashlyn Reale: That catches on - Ashlyn grins in return, and winks. "I got it, I got it. Fine. ...Heh. I'll put on some coffee, and keep Eli side-tracked tomorrow. And dear god I don't mean in that tabloid way. I -have- to be the pretty one in the relationship, you know? It's what I'm good at."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She laughs a little at that, and nods. "Coming from a totally straight woman? You would be the pretty one in that relationship...but then, I don't dig Glitter and Glam's general look as it is." She shrugs. "But I digress. Anyway, go get some sleep. You're tired. When Josh comes home, I'll update him, if you're not up by then. Cool?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Between you and me? Secrecy? I like the natural, no makeup look. I do. It's just amazing what a complete shift some well applied makeup can make." She smiles a touch again, leaning over and hugging Reyna gently. "Very cool. Thank you so much. I need like, curse words to sprinkle around her for emphasis. I owe you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah, you don't owe me." She returns the hug with a grin. "But just in case I ever need it, I'll pretend that ya do." She winks to Ashlyn teasingly. "And yes, your secret's safe with me. Another thing I got experience with."

Ashlyn Reale: "Yeah, well, -if- you ever need a dress..." However either might expect that to never happen. She releases Reyna, and tucks back her own dyed hair away from her face. "For now I'll crash. If Josh comes back while I'm out...Well, how bad can it be, right?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She chuckles. "That's a loaded question." She looks up at the woman with amusement. "Don't worry, if he does, we'll be fine."

Ashlyn Reale: She nods again. You'd think that thin neck of hers... ah, well. A last, long look back to the model, and she murmurs a wish for their sweet dreams - whenever they get the chance. Sleep won't come that easily, but Ashlyn walks back, leaving her bedroom door yawning wide open when she slips in to her room again, fingers nudging some phantom feeling away from her left leg.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She moves to sit back in the chair again, and leans back, turning her eyes to watch Corin. She pulls Harry and sets him on the end table, then settles in for a long, hopefully quiet night.