Aerin Thomas: He'll steps out of the Umbra in the alley neabry and sneaks his way to
the window of the doctor's office, checking through to see if she's about ready
to go. He's dressed in his Dedicated clothes, the trench, the poet's shirt, the
leather pants, and the steel-toed Doc's. He moves about half a block down and
then starts to make his way toward the office, acting casual.
Gina Torrio: *shes settled herself in a plush chair to wait for the pharmacist,
alert for her name as she mouths the words of a magazine she's reading, intent
on figuring out the larger words. reading was one thing. National geographic?
another.*
Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, which is hanging
free...no, he hasn't dedicated a hairband. Oh, but he does have his staff with
him...someone's fully repaired it. He pushes into the doctor's office and then
just...freezes there, blinking as he notices Gina. You know. Because he's
surprised.
Gina Torrio: *Her eyes never raise farther than the leather pants, soft brown
glancing his way idly at the sound of the door, then back to her magazine. Prec-..
precipit- precipitation? She breaths out slowly through her nose, mouth working
the word over, and placing it back into the sentence for meaning. Her brow
furrows in concentration*
Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips and walks to take a seat near but not next to her,
setting the staff at his side. He leans forward and scracthes at the back of his
neck, looking over...of course he's looking at her. He can't NOT. It's HER.
Gina Torrio: *a few more words rolled around on odd salmon lips, before she
gives up on the article and slaps it back down on the table disdainfully. Who
would write an entire paper on icecaps anyway. Bollox. Gina Torrio is called by
the dour matron of a pharmacist, and the busty italian pops to her feet with a
pleasant bounce, going pale faced as she sees aerin a few chairs away.*
Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips and gives her a weak smile. "Umm. Hey."
Gina Torrio: *her name is called again and she looks to the drug counter, taking
a few tenative steps towards it* You can't do this. You can't. * she sings
quietly, turning her back on the man with a definite shake of her head. The
perfect print of a dock martin is stamped on her lower arm in yellowing bruises*
Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little bit, staring at her. "Do what? Go to the doctor's?
Exist in this city?"
Gina Torrio: *Her frizzy head dips, bounce running away from her step at his
words. She's sullen as she plucks joe's wallet from between her cleavage and
doles out twenty dollars for her prescription. Paper bag crinkling she turns and
casts familiar brown eyes on the man. No matter they're flecked with gold.*
visit me.
Aerin Thomas: "I don't want to...I mean, I do, but..." He sighs, shaking his head. "Why
the fuck can't I talk to you, Gina? I'm good with words. But dammit..." He
stands up, ignoring the looks from anyone else inside the office as he watches
her.
Gina Torrio: *a deep sigh, she rubs at her arma nd moves towards him* come..
you're makin a scene. and I know your folk arent the sickly type. *A soft
unpleasant sort of snort. His type. she'd tried so hard, just months ago, to
~be~ one of his type... a shake of her head at herself as she moves for the
door*
Gina Torrio: come on.
Aerin Thomas: "I..." He looks at the counter, then back to her. "I have people I take
care of who aren't so immune. And no, not her. She's fine." He grabs the
staff...apparently, he can be back later...and moves to follow her.
Gina Torrio: *Anger flashes in her eyes as she jerks her head back to look at
him, but she restrains herself from the scene she'd breifly considered making. A
glance up at the smoggy night sky confirming her choice as a wise one. She bites
her lip and continues on walking, eyeing the nearest alley*
Gina Torrio: ((Gina: d10: wp: 8,3,7,2,5,2,2))
Aerin Thomas: He blances visibly and looks down. "No, not him, either." He sighs and
starts walking, his free hand stuffed into his jeans pocket to extract a
cigarette.
Gina Torrio: Her hands fly up in exasperation* Och jaysus! *Spouts the little
italian in irritation* who the bloody ~hell~ are you talking on? What do you
want aerin? *she heaves herself onto a crate, scowling* what? You've.. *a deep
breath, and she stows the tirade, leaning heavily against the wall and rubbing
at her arm again. funny bruises were kind of enjoyable to poke at. Lip caught
between her teeth, she looks away*
Aerin Thomas: His eyes are instantly drawn to the arm and the bruises...the opening he
was secretly hoping for. He frowns a little bit and looks at it. "Gina...what
happened to your arm?"
Gina Torrio: *she scowls and shakes her head* thats why you're here then? well
lets have it out then, I was hit with a boot. *she rakes a hand through tangled
blonde frizz and cocks her head, watching him*
Gina Torrio: Gina: d10: per emp: 7,7,3,5,7,
Aerin Thomas: ((Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Manip+Subterfuge(WP): 4,9,6,5,7,9,3,)) He
honestly seems surprised to see the bruise on Gina's arm, and seems a little
resentful that she is implying that he arranged this. After all, if he wanted to
talk to her, he'd just come talk to her honestly. And the idea that she got hit
by a boot has him worried, angry, and protective over her. But not frenzy-ready,
nope. Not him.
Gina Torrio: *A sharp breath out through her nose in irritation, sadness
creeping into her slouched posture as she looks away from him pointedly. The
full moon was not the best time for this. *
Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath and leans against the opposite wall, watching her.
"Is this where you're going to tell me it was an accident, he didn't mean it,
he's really sorry, and it'll never happen again?"
Gina Torrio: Och shut it!! *the noise of angry outrage she makes is enough to
clear the alley of hobos as she picks up a discarded coffeecan and hurls it at
his torso, aiming right fot the pretentious poet shirt, eyes ablaze in offense.
Apparently the bruise does little to effect her aim* You've no bloody right to
ask such questions! ((Gina: d10: throw can: 1,9,7,10,8,))
Aerin Thomas: He doesn't bother to dodge...now much damage can a coffee can do, anyway?
Besides, he deserves it.
Gina Torrio: *the can rebounds off him and clatters on the ground tinnily. Gina
meanwhile shoves her hair out of her face and moves deeper into the alley away
from him* He hit my bloody ~tentacle~ thinking it were a damned intruder. You
daft jackass.
Aerin Thomas: "I'm not allowed to care about you? I'm not allowed to be fucking
WORRIED?" His eyes narrow, and he leans a little heavily on his staff.
Gina Torrio: Auugh! *she snaps, whirling around* Worry? Don't you bloody well
~dare~ speak to me about worry! Joe's a good lad and he takes fine care of me,
you know that damned well, you're the one what left me with him! But where the
bloody ~HELL~ is Tori Aerin? because you're sure as bollox never with the lass!
*her shoulders heave, little italian having lost her temper, hands curled into
balls at her side as she gapes at him*
Aerin Thomas: He stiffens at that, looking as if he was struck, and gets an angry,
defensive look on his face. "How the fuck do you know if I'm with her or not?"
He grinds his teeth a bit. "I spend as much time as I possibly can with her,
dammit!"
Gina Torrio: *oops. Caught. aw well fuckit. in for a penny in for a pound. she
ignores the question and snaps in a high angry voice* As much time as you
possibly can? she should be your top bloody "to do"! You're her damned da! *hurt
and disgust, she shakes her head in frustration* how could you?
Aerin Thomas: "Because if I don't, Gina...if I have her with me 24-fucking-7, she could
get hurt! She is my top FUCKING to-do, Gina! Everything I Goddess-damned do is
with HER in mind! And I'm sick and fucking TIRED of you acting like I'm the
worst father of all time!"
Gina Torrio: then stop bloody well acting like it! *she snaps angrily, curling
her arms around herself and striding out the other side of the alley into the
light of the dingy newyork street, head hung low, lip bit savagely to bite back
any further hurtfulness, eyes squeezed tight*
Aerin Thomas: He grits his teeth. "You don't know anything about me, do you?" He
follows along. "You think I want this to be like this? Really? You think I like
my life and those I care about being at risk? I don't. Which is why I'm trying
to stop it. People are hurting kids, Gina. Fucking kids. Not my people's kids,
but all kids. Did you see the news report? The schoolground and the fight? I'm
trying to stop that. I have to stop that, so that people like Tori, like you,
like Joe, like Archie, like everyone I care about will be safe. This is ALWAYS
with her in mind."
Gina Torrio: you're always trying to solve everyone's bloody problems. And what
does it get you? nothing much worth keeping I've seen. *she shakes her head*
Take care of your damn own Aerin. Or spread yourself too thin. *Her voice quiets
as she speaks, winding down into a bitter whisper as she strides towards hell's
kitchen* I don't bloody care, nevermind. Go away now. There's no reasoning with
you. never bloody was. Go home.
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah. Because it's someone else's problem." He shakes his head. "If
there's something wrong with the world, and I can help...you really think I
could live with myself if I just let it happen? Honestly? What if it gets worse,
and worse, and one day, it gets Tori? Or Archie? And I could have stopped it
before, but it's too big now. Kids, Gina. Fucking KIDS are becoming monsters."
Aerin Thomas: "I don't want anything. I don't need anything, except the knowledge that
the people I love are safe and well. I spend every moment I can with
Tori...she's one of the only things that still makes me happy. And I want to be
good to her, but I can't...let kids get hurt. Once upon a time, neither could
you."
Gina Torrio: *she makes a high growling noise and stops in the midst of the
crosswalk she was moving across* Aye! And what did i bloody well accomplish?
*Bitter brown eyes spit on his* Who'd I bloody well save? No one. Just got
myself in danger and made things worse! Best thing you can do is take care of
your own is all. Or run out and martyr your bloodyself. It doesn't matter. I
don't fucking care anymore. Leave me alone damnit. If you left to save me then
stay a-bloody-way! *pessimism and bitterness from the once eternal optimist.
Things certaintly have changed. Maybe that makeover was more complete then
they'd hoped. the blare of a horn sets her to moving again, hands coming to wipe
at her face*
Gina Torrio: (feel free to per emp her if he's thinking straight enough, as not
all of that is 100% straightforward))
Aerin Thomas: ((:P Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp: 5,3,4,3,5,2,6,))
Gina Torrio: ((woo. she's hurt and bitter and lashing out!))
Aerin Thomas: He stares at her, his face stricken by her words, eyes displying the
heartbroken pain running through his body. He shakes his head as it lowers, eyes
casting to the ground. "You saved me." He sighs and slowly turns around, heading
back into the alleyway.
Gina Torrio: *hands coming around herself, she holds herself and trudges
homeward, wounded and guilty. He hadn't deserved all of that. Not all of it.
Blinking back tears, she's jostled by pedestrian traffic until the tiny woman
dissappears into the crowd*