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chaoschild (chaoschild) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-05-09 21:21:00

Friday
Who: Basil, Edwin, Vala and Doc
What: Walking around on the ship looking for something to do
When: Around 4:30 pm
Where: KR

Basil had woke up that morning to do his usual. He wrote down his dreams, all in as much detail as he could remember. His hand led the pen over the paper in small, even strokes of clear script. His journal was leather bound, a golden crest of lion and bear was on the cover, the words Plures Sententia printed under the crest. Those words translated spoke volumes to him, 'many thoughts'. Sighing Basil waited for the thick ink to dry, closing his felt tipped pen and setting it back in the drawer.

Looking over the journal, the words he just wrote he then closed the leather-bound book. Pulling the leather thongs around the tab on the front cover he made sure that the pictures within would not fall out, nor anyone could easily claim it fell open and they just started reading it. That was if anyone ever cared to venture down. Going out, he walked about, hands in his pockets, feet scuffing along.

He had been pounced on by Nikita, that day. He liked the girl, woman, puppy, whatever she was. He had smiled and teased her gently.

Basil loved being on the ship. He had no complaints. The people were a bit standoffish. As he wished them to be. It would do no good for him to lose control and hurt them because he couldn't hold back Phoenix. Walking he looked up. There was a picture on the wall he was walking by. Stopping he stared at it for a moment, then glanced behind him. There stood the dark one, seemingly just over his shoulder.

You know you can't keep me at bay forever. Not even the highest dose of Paxil or whatever it is that you find will keep me hidden forever, Basil.

"I will do as I see fit, devil." He muttered as he moved on. Shaking his head he cleared his mind, took a deep breath, let it out slowly. Watching his dark hair fall within his sight as he looked down at the floor, not really watching where he was going. After all, Niki would just end up pouncing on him again, everyone else was probably gone to enjoy Vegas. Biting his lip he chewed on it lightly.

It was not sane to be bored in a city like Vegas. He dare not go out alone. There were too many people in Vegas, too many things could set him off. Plus he didn't want to bother anyone with baby sitting him in the city of sin. It just wouldn't be fair to whoever that poor soul would end up being. "Bloody hell." He muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. Closing his eyes he stopped and leaned back against the wall. Tilting his head back he slid down the wall, crouching there for a brief minute. Opening his eyes he stared at his feet for a moment, then looked up at the ceiling.

Standing again he kept moving. Walking he passed by lots of reflective surfaces. Random images of those within his mind kept popping up, all saying something, all wanting something. One in general always seemed to be there. The one that Basil didn't want to have anything to do with. Not yet anyways. Moving up on the deck of the ship, Basil roamed over the length.

Stopping he slid down the side, settling down with his legs sprawled in front of him. His foot began moving back and forth on his heel, the toes wiggling in the sandals he was wearing. Licking his lips, Basil began humming softly. His foot now keeping time with the song in his head. By God and all that was still holy in the world...he was bored.

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Part 1

difairchild
2008-05-10 02:26 pm UTC (link)

Even the best of intentions tended to backfire at some point and time. Intentions usually, however, did not lead to one going to a strip club to drink and smoke for the first time again in years.

At precisely nine am, a loud knock had awoken Edwin from his sleep in his room at the Bellagio Hotel. He’d answered the door wearing his pajama pants and a robe that the room provided. Outside stood four suit clad men from the HILE, all of which, Edwin knew personally. He didn’t even have a chance to invite them inside; they muscled their way into his room. Taken aback by these events, he demanded to know what their business was and why they were treating him, a much respected and high ranking officer with such disrespect.

“You’ve been suspected of lying to the HILE.”

Those words met his ears and his face dropped a degree in shock before it shifted into pure and utter rage. “Excuse me?” His brows rose almost meeting his hairline and he snorted at them. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” His brows rose once again when one of the men, a man by the name of Devin Harding, pulled a file out.

“Edwin Fairchild, born to Alice and Timothy Fairchild on March 5, 1980…” Devin started only to be interrupted moments after.

“I bloody well know who my parents are, and I bloody well know my own birthday.” He snorted at the other, rolling his eyes.

“But you aren’t the only one who shares that birthday are you?” The tallest out of the men, Phillip Roland, spoke and stepped forward.

“As I recall I have a twin, yes.” Edwin canted his head to the side, crossing his arms over his chest and waited.

Phillip nodded his head, and Devin flipped a few more pages. “Basil Fairchild came into his mutant powers at the age of 13, escaped multiple times from the HILE holding facility only to be recaptured up until five years ago when he was broken out by one Nathanial Sterling, also a known mutant. He’s a known murderer, mutant and fugitive from the law.”

Edwin stared blankly at the men in his room. “And?” He raised a brow, even though his insides had slowly begun to turn.

“And,” Philip started, “You have been suspected of lying to the HILE. Last night we received intelligence that crew from the King’s Ransom were going to be selling a lighting coil to the Nevada Power Company. You stated earlier yesterday in your meeting with Agent Campanello that you believed they would be going to Los Angeles. Funny how your brother was broken out by the leader of this mutant gang that robbed De Vries two days ago only to tell the superiors that they would be going to Los Angeles when they are in fact here in Las Vegas when you happened to request to go here as well.”

Edwin chuckled, shaking his head at the men in the room. “Funny? How in the hell is that funny? If I’d known that they were coming here do you not think for one second that I wouldn’t tell you lot that?” He challenged, tilting his head up and looking at them down his nose.

“We’ve come to not believe a lot of things, Detective Fairchild. Get dressed, you’re coming with us.”

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Part 2

difairchild
2008-05-10 02:27 pm UTC (link)

Edwin inclined his head to them, “Give me a few moments gentleman, and I’ll be right with you.” Going over to his closet he pulled out a favorite suit of his, and went to the bathroom. Slipping it on, he then fixed his hair, and eyed the bottle of Tylenol on the sink. He smirked at the thought, and knew he ought to take some. In the bottle wasn’t really Tylenol. Edwin, over the years, had made lots of friends in high places. There was a girl, in the Pharmaceutical department of one of the companies that was ‘partnered’ with the HILE, who’d taken a liking to Edwin years ago. They’d dated for a while until she saw that he could not tear himself away from his job. However, the two had managed to stay friends and he came to trust her a lot over the years. There was a drug that the company had made, one that they had never turned over to the HILE. It was a mixture between an anti-anxiety drug and a pain killer. The effect of the pill was superb for going undetected by lie detectors, and drug tests. Unless they did a blood sample, then it was all over for Edwin. Spilling one into the palm of his hand, he filled one of the hotel plastic cups with water and downed it. Licking his lips he let out a sigh. He could do this. One more to get through, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He was led to the LV division of the HILE in an unmarked black car. Bloody Americans. Edwin thought to himself, eyes staring out the window.

For six, six bloody hours Edwin was interrogated, put through various lie detector tests, and even threatened. None of it worked. It was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, God forbid that Edwin actually be wrong about something.

Then, the unexpected happened. His Chief Inspector was there in the interrogation room. He gave a look to Edwin, let out a sigh and proceeded to tell him that Edwin would be reassigned to easier cases, after of course, his two week suspension pending the investigation. They fought about his suspension and reassignment, although Edwin’s argument was sort of weak due to the drug in his system. The tuxedo rental was brought up to which Edwin had already explained to the other HILE officers about the opening of the art gallery that night in Vegas.

With a roll of his eyes and grinding his teeth he handed over his badge, and gun. “I’ll fucking be back in two weeks. I am not lying to you lot.”

With that he turned on his heel, grabbed up his suit jacket and walked out. It was then that Edwin found himself walking to the nearest convenient store and buying a pack of cigarettes and lighter. He’d quite smoking years ago, but now he needed one more than ever. As he packed them he glanced around, lips pursing in thought. There had been mention of a young woman that was working at one of the local strip clubs who was supposedly using her powers against the men in there. There was a plan to get her out of there and into one of the facilities the next night.

He could do with a drink, and he could get her out of there while he was at it. So with that he made his way to Temptress.

He ordered a drink, a nice glass of whiskey and settled himself a few tables back from the stage. He waved a few of the girls off, telling them to leave him be and that if a girl named Vala came in to send her his way.

His tie became undone, his shirt was slightly rumpled and untucked. He looked like a business man that had had a deal gone badly. He hadn’t eaten, but the food that the place offered didn’t sit well with him at the moment. He was half-way through his second glass of whiskey when a pretty dark haired girl with at least three shopping bags came up to him.

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Part 3, holy shit! I didn't mean for it to be THAT long

difairchild
2008-05-10 02:29 pm UTC (link)

“You must be Vala.” He smiled warmly at her, pulling his wallet out he laid out his tab. “I need you to come with me.” He canted his head to the side, moving to stand up his legs became quite wobbly. Placing a hand on her shoulder he leaned in close to her ear, “I want to take you someplace where you’ll be safe from the Human International Law Enforcement. A man by the name of Phillip Roland, who I believe is one of your regular customers, has turned you in for abuse of your power and HILE officers will be here tomorrow night to pick you up. Please, trust me and let me take you there. However, you’ll have to let me lean on you to get there, love.” Leaning back a little he smiled, “Let’s go then.” He draped an arm around her shoulders, blinking a little once they’d exited outside.

“Yes, this way then.” He glanced around eyes scanning the streets carefully. There was nothing but tourists. It was a long walk to the King’s Ransom, but soon enough they were there. “The King’s Ransom.” He waved his hand about, causing his coat to flutter a little bit in the air. “Home to mutants of all sorts. Oh, by the way, I’m Edwin Fairchild; former Detective Inspector for the HILE. My brother, Basil, is on the ship.” He nodded his head, “Now, love if you will.” He waited on her to start walking again, thinking about where Basil could possibly be. If he knew his brother, which he did, he was probably up on the deck with it being such a lovely day. “Up here.” He pointed, jacket flinging once again.

Once up on the deck, after much stumbling up the stairs up to it, Edwin glanced around. Dropping his arm from Vala’s shoulders he took a stumbling step forward only to trip and fall over something, no wait, somebody. Rolling over onto his back, he gave a drunken grin to his brother. “Basil! I knew I’d find you up here.” He shifted, settling down between his brother’s legs and rested his head against his chest. “Basil, Vala. Vala, Basil.” He waved his hand, the jacket resting on the other side of Basil a few feet away.

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Part 1...jesus

_shimmer_
2008-05-10 02:32 pm UTC (link)

Vala had woken up late in the day to find Jordan already gone. It didn’t surprise her really. She’d showered and then dressed in a long white flowing skirt with a fitted lavender t-shirt. Slipping a pair of white flip-flops on, she tied her hair back with a lacey scarf. She was about done putting her makeup on when a knock sounded at her door. Going into the living room she opened the door finding Jazzy standing outside. The other girl entered and they talked for a few moments about the night before.

Finishing up getting ready, Vala grabbed up her large purse and made sure everything she needed was inside before they headed out. Shopping had always been one of Vala’s favorite activities. Jazzy and her shopped til their hearts content, grabbed a bite to eat and then went their separate ways.

Vala still had one thing to do before she returned home. Making her way to Temptress she swung the bags in her hands, mentally singing a tune. Walking into the strip club she raised a brow at the handful of early birds, praying that her boss wouldn’t put her on the spot and ask her to come in. She really wanted the night off to do nothing but sit in front of her TV, eating Ben and Jerry’s and just relaxing. It wasn’t really like she needed the money, one she had some money still coming from her father and two she’d managed to squirrel away enough of her work earnings to live a little more comfortably. Going over to the bar she rapped on the top and smiled sweetly at her boss. After speaking to him for a few moments he handed Vala her check.

It was then she felt a tap to her shoulder. Turning around she raised a brow at Anna Lisa whose expression was sour towards her.

“Someone wants you…again.” The short blonde snorted, a disgusted look upon her face and then turned on her heel with a flip of her hair.

Vala let out a soft sigh, both brows rising as she scanned the club. There weren’t any of her regulars in the club, but there was a new guy.

Ok, Vala thought to herself as she started over to him, What the hell is going on?

She paused a few feet away from him, and eyed him carefully as he spoke her name. She nodded her head, watching him carefully still as he stood on wobbly legs. She blinked as he leaned on her, and started whispering close to her ear. Her brows furrowed, lips parting in a silent gasp as he mentioned Phillip. She had no idea that Phillip was actually an officer for the HILE. He’d seemed so nice. A little pushy and clingy perhaps, but nice. He was the man that Jordan had run out of the club last night actually. Vala was a little skeptical of this man’s offer, one she didn’t know his name and two she had no idea of what his intentions really were. However, he was drunk and apparently needed help getting to wherever he was going. If he was lying to her, she could dust him and then leave before anyone would be the wiser.

Letting out a mental groan, she shifted all of her bags to one hand as soon as it was apparent that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Wrapping her free arm around his waist, she gave a nod to her boss as they walked out and glanced up at the man as he paused for a moment outside of Temptress. She wondered exactly what he was looking for as his gaze was cast up and down the sidewalk, and then they begun walking. The walk was long, and Vala was about to pull out her notebook and ask just where in the hell they were going when a rather large ship was brought into view. She blinked, eyes going slightly wide at the size and beauty of the ship. She’d never seen anything like it.

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Part 2, I'm so sorry

_shimmer_
2008-05-10 02:34 pm UTC (link)

King’s Ransom? She thought for a moment, and glanced up at Edwin as he finally introduced himself and his rank? He was an HILE officer, and his brother was on the ship? So was he a mutant himself? What the fuck had she just gotten herself into? He was then asking her to go on, and while small warning bells were going off in her head she found herself curious about this ship full of mutants. Steadying them both she helped him up the gangplank, and glanced around as they entered the hallway. Oh it was even more beautiful on the inside. She didn’t have a chance to really look around though since he was waving his arm about and directing her where to go.

Making their way up the stairs was a slow process, because of the stumbling Edwin. Once up on the deck, Vala squinted her eyes, and then glared at Edwin when he almost pulled the scarf from her hair. Smoothing her hair back down and fixing her scarf she glanced back and forth between the two of them.

She gave a small smile to Basil and inclined her head to him, giving him an apologetic look about his drunken brother. Even though she had nothing to do with him being drunk.

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chaoschild
2008-05-11 10:59 am UTC (link)

Basil was about to start carving some curlicues and things into the side of the ship with his fingernails. This was insane. He should just get out and roam the city. He should feel comfortable with doing such. It was then that he heard someone approaching the ship. Canting his head to the side he stayed completely still. He still was a firm believer if he couldn't see them they couldn't see him and if he stayed still then he was invisible. Well not really but he still had those actions.

The voice sounded really familiar, but it was slurred. Basil's brows drew together as he watched his twin come up on the ship, a woman under his arm and very unkempt looking. Basil sighed, knowing full and well that his brother had to be drunk. Or something. Something had to be wrong for him to get drunk, unless the woman had something to do with it. Right? It was Edwin, Edwin was never like this.

Basil wondered if he was dreaming or if this was a new experience with his personalities. Were his personalities coming out and making themselves visible out in the open air now? His heart started beating a little faster as Edwin moved closer. Surely he was real. Surely he was Edwin, his loving brother that he hadn't seen in a long time.

It was then that all his panic was noticeably in vain when Edwin fell on him. He was drunk, and something else. He could smell the alcohol on Edwin. Basil chuckled, wrapping his arms around his brother, happy to see him. Happy to know that he wasn't going even more crazy at least. He looked up at the woman, shading his eyes with one hand and smiled at her.

"I guess I'm that readable hmm?" He eyed Edwin as best as he could with their current seating situation. "Why...are you ok?" He looked up at Vala with raised brows, "It's nice to meet you and thanks for...er...bringing him here. Are you...together?" He shook his head at that, "I thought he was still pretty much asexual." He lifted a shoulder, trying not to jostle Edwin too much. He had a fear of making Edwin have hang over symptoms with moving around too much. "You've got to be going crazy too. I've never seen you like this. What's the matter with you? Something happen...to...um work or something?" Basil was at a loss as to what would make his brother this...way.

Glancing up at Vala again he studied her. She didn't really seem like the type that Edwin would go for though. She was pretty, yes, but...well Edwin was Edwin. He liked...things that were set in their ways and...well...more uniform. Unless Edwin had changed so much in such a short period of time.

"I'm confused." Basil muttered, leaning his head back against the ship and closing his eyes. "I don't get why you look the way you do, why you have a woman with you and why are you drunk?" He whimpered and rolled his head back and forth on the wall behind him. He was starting to get a headache from thinking too much and the personalities seemingly wanting out. Especially one in particular of the feminine sort since Edwin was here and obviously with someone else. She wasn't too happy at all.

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docjordan
2008-05-11 11:19 am UTC (link)

Jordan had a fun filled day. Fighting with Nikita had been amusing yet annoying at the same time. He couldn't understand why the girl thought so little of him to think that he would do such nasty things to her. Wait...he was the type. Smirking a little to himself he shook his head. Not having any more pressing appointments or anyone to chase down for a physical again, Doc decided to go topside for a few packs of cigarettes.

Yeah, Nikita had unnerved him a little bit. Only because she asked too many questions and was far too hyper for his tastes. People like her needed to be locked up in a padded room with a few squeaky toys to choke on. Then again she'd probably find a way to bounce the walls into laying down for her to break out. Or her brother would find a way to break her out. He still needed to get a physical from most of the major players on the King's. That was neither here nor there. If people didn't care about their health, then why should he?

Walking down the hallways he nodded to a few that gave him a friendly smile. He refused to bark at the ones that seemed about to run away that he ran into, just gave them a teasing smirk and wink. After all, those were the ones that kept his days interesting. Jordan was a fan of bondage, just as long as he wasn't the one being tied down. Even then, he usually had two extra limbs than what people prepared for, so it was no big if he got tied down.

Reaching the deck he watched the resident crazy pace and finally sit down. Standing a few feet away he lit his cigarette, taking a deep inhale before slowly letting the smoke out after it rolled in his lungs for a bit. Most of his healing ability went to his lungs these days, eve if it was working. He could be creating cancer cells within himself instead of healing the smoke damage. Not that he really cared anymore.

His eyes darted over to the crazy when he seemed to be about to go insane. Well, more insane than he was. Having files on one Basil Fairchild was an interesting read. It had taken him two weeks to get through the files, the medical files alone. A part of Jordan should feel sorry for the man, but he didn't. Doctors had their reasons for doing things, and he himself was willing to do anything to help along his own research.

Raising a brow as Basil seemed to perk up then hold completely still, he shifted to look at the entrance up onto the deck. He smirked as he saw the twin emerge, obviously drunk. Then there was a sight for sore eyes. Taking another drag off his cancer stick, he slowly moseyed on over. Not really wanting to interrupt an obviously tender moment between the twins, but not wanting to lose this chance to tease one Vala either.

Smirking he put a hand on the small of her back after he exhaled the smoke away from the persons on the deck. He at least had that much caring in him. He leaned in close, pressing his body against hers. "Are you stalking me?" He murmured into her ear with a smirk, his hand sliding from the small of her back to her hip.

He then gave a nod to the boys, "Basil, and you must be Edwin." He smirked then turned his attention back to Vala, "If you are stalking me I'll have to ask why." He gave her a wink, "Other than the obvious reasons of course."

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difairchild
2008-05-20 05:01 am UTC (link)

Edwin nodded his head to Basil’s remark. “Yes, you are but that’s alright. One of the many reasons I love you.” He let out a sigh, shifting a little in his brother’s arms and closed his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, “Bloody brilliant! I’ve never been better honestly.” Edwin rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids, and let out a small chuckle.

Edwin half listened to what Basil was saying, asking…whatever his brother was doing at the current moment. His eyes opened half way and he shook his head with a sound in the back of his throat, “No, no. Not together. She was being targeted by the HILE, so out of the kindness of my heart,” He placed a hand over his heart, “I decided to bring her here. I’m still asexual as far as everyone is concerned. Remember that.” He nodded his head, a small hiccup passing his lips. The hand that had been placed over his heart moments before moved, waving about in the air. “I was suspended for two weeks. Apparently the HILE got word that you lot were here in Vegas.” He nodded his head, letting out a sigh. “I might be put back on the force. Pending the investigation and all that of course, you know how bloody stupid politics are.” He rolled his eyes, “But I, Edwin Fairchild, am currently on a two weeks paid vacation…of sorts.” He laughed the sound a little harsh even to his own drunken ears.

He glanced up as another man approached them. Dark eyes squinted against the light of the sun. Edwin eyed him for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, that would be me.” He looked up at Basil, “Who the bloody hell is that?” He whispered, or at least tried to. Drunken whispering was always so hard to do, and Edwin was rarely ever drunk so the whisper didn’t come out all that well.

“I have been bloody suspected,” Another hiccup, “of lying to the HILE. Can you believe that? They think,” Another hiccup interrupted him for a moment, and Edwin cleared his throat. “Excuse me. Where was I? Oh yes!” He waved his hand about. “They bloody think that I’ve mislead them. Bloody right I did, but apparently there’s a bloody snitch or something or whatever around. I have yet to figure it out but by gum I will.” He nodded his head, one eye squinting ever so slightly.

He looked back up at Vala and then tilted his head back to look at Edwin, “Are you alright? You look bloody pale, and like I’m about to possibly get molested by one of your more unsavory personalities.” He glanced up at Vala, “Oh yes, Vala, Basil. Basil, Vala.” He re-introduced them, forgetting for a moment that he had already done that. "I don't know who you are though, mate." He eyed Jordan for a moment, brown eyes squinting once again.

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_shimmer_
2008-05-20 05:44 am UTC (link)

Vala watched the two for a moment, both brows up. She returned Basil’s smile with one of her own and took a step back from the two of them. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment. One that the two brothers should share alone.

She looked away, over the railing of the ship for a moment before she turned her attention back to Basil when he posed a question. She grinned at him, and then shook her head. Sitting her bags down she rummaged around in her ‘purse’ for a moment, finally pulling out a notebook since she wasn’t sure if Basil would understand her sign language. She wrote quickly, ‘No, he came to warn me, and thought I’d be safe here. As far as I know he’s still asexual.’ She smiled, and held it out to him. Vala gave him time to read over what she wrote and then gave him a wink.

Dropping her hand her lips parted in a silent sigh. She didn’t really know what to do, think or anything at the moment. She knew though, just by the way the twins acted that they weren’t bad guys. She just needed some time to think on all of this. She’d be ripped away from her home, everything that she knew if she came aboard this ship. Then again, where would she go really? Her dad didn’t want her, her mother forbid her to call and she wasn’t going back to live with Giselle.

Vala was at a total and utter loss at what do to. At least, if she couldn’t go back to her place, she had some things there with her. That thought made her stomach jump. What if she couldn’t go back home? That’d just…suck.

She was deep in thought when someone touched her. Her head jerked to the side, and she shook her head with smile as she saw Jordan there. Rolling her eyes she shook her head at him again, and started writing. ‘Nope, I am not stalking you at all. I was brought here, technically dragged here by, Edwin. He said the HILE was about ready to bust me for supposedly misusing my mutant powers.’ She rolled her eyes, holding the notebook out to the side for Jordan to see.

Vala lifted a slender shoulder and then looked back at the other two. She couldn’t help but drop her head slightly as Edwin re-introduced her to Basil with a smile. Looking back up she gave the sober twin a grin and another wink with a small shrug of her shoulders. She knew how bad drunken people could be, and it was alright. Edwin sounded like he’d had a hard day so Vala couldn’t fault him at all for wanting to drown his sorrows.

She slid her gaze over to Jordan, and started writing. ‘Are you the only doctor on the ship? And do you have any idea how credible Edwin really is?’ She held it out to him with a raised brow. Some part of her seriously did know that she could trust the one twin but she wasn’t a hundred percent sure. There were still many thoughts, questions and concerns going through her mind.

So what if they caught her? She hadn’t done anything wrong, that she was aware of or that Philip hadn’t asked for. Bastard. She was going to make him pay dearly for that shit. Somehow, someway. If this was all true of course.

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chaoschild
2008-05-21 01:42 am UTC (link)

Sarcasm. Basil sighed and rolled his own eyes. Of course his brown orbs were far more visible doing the movement than his brother's were. If he had had a choice he would not be crazy. He might be some kind of freaky artist who everyone thought was crazy, but that would have been okay. Artists were respectable if they were crazy.

Snorting he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Nodding at Edwin's explanation as well as Vala's written one. He gave her a smile. "He's a good guy like that. Well the not being asexual but the protecting." He was proud of his brother. For once, Basil wished that his brother would have someone to let loose with. Have someone to just...talk to. He knew that Edwin thought him crazy half the time, and he was, but that didn't mean that a brother should talk to a brother about everything. There were also some things that Basil just didn't want to know or think about. Sexual activities of his twin were one of those things. "I will remember." Basil nodded and patted his brother's chest after the hiccup with a grin and dodging a flailing limb.

Trying to make sense of the drunken talk was not easy. Especially when so much was going on in his own mind. Why would the HILE suspend Edwin because they found out they were in Vegas. Shit. They would have to leave soon. He just hoped that Nate could find everyone in time of the lift off and not leave anyone behind. He felt sorry for the life they would have if they were caught. Basil himself wouldn't allow himself to be taken again, he'd gladly kill himself before that happened.

His eyes widened a bit as Edwin didn't recognize someone from the ship and asked, loudly, who the hell he was. Sighing he answered, "It's the doctor." He tapped Edwin's forehead with a finger. "I hope you learn not to drink ever again because of this." He rolled his eyes, knowing that if Edwin kept dwelling on this suspension there'd be no hope for him not being drunk anytime soon.

His eyes narrowed a bit at the interaction between the doctor and this Vala. Apparently they knew each other. He wondered how for a moment, before being distracted by his brother's voice yet again.

Then everything was explained, a little better. At least Basil had an idea now. And he would've gotten drunk off his arse if he had been in HILE as well and suspected of such. It was the truth of course, but still. It was for the protection of a loved one, or ones. Basil didn't know if there was any love between Nate and Edwin really, Nate was like a brother though. Guess you could call that love. As the hiccups seemed to only be getting worse, Basil laughed. Patting his brother's chest again he rocked him a little. "Well, I'll help if you want me too."

He couldn't take it, he burst out laughing as he was re-introduced to Vala and the doctor was yet again told to name himself. "Edwin! Bloody hell, brother, keep your mind!" He chuckled, burrowing his head in Edwin's shoulder. He looked up at Vala, "I'm sorry." He mimicked her lifting of his shoulder and gave a sheepish smile also to Doc.

As Edwin asked if he was alright he bit his lower lip. "I'm fine. They'll be away, er...not bothering you. I promise."

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docjordan
2008-05-21 01:51 am UTC (link)

As Basil took the moment to explain to the drunken part of him, who he was, Doc kept his attention on all three of them. As best as he could. Vala was distracting in herself, just because he kept a few images of the night playing through his mind. He chuckled and shook his head at Edwin. Drunks were amusing, but annoying at the same time. Plus he figured that Basil didn't know his real name. After all, the other had taken quite a liking to avoiding Doc, until now.

Reading what Vala wrote, Jordan chuckled. He then frowned as the HILE was mentioned again. In the midst of drunken rambling, he supposed that Edwin was trying to make some sense. He could only hope that he would sober up soon enough to tell if there was going to be any kind of attack on the Ransom. Taking another drag of his cig, Jordan wondered what was going to go down in the next few hours. If Edwin had been suspended and they knew the Ransom was in Vegas now, when were they going to arrive and try to take over the ship? Rolling his eyes he sighed.

It was great to be a mutant on a flying ship heading no where fast when the posse was about to climb aboard.

"Jordan." He murmured as Edwin again asked who he was. He smirked a little, and lifted a shoulder. Turning back to Vala his fingertips went in small circles on her lower back. "Looks like you're stuck with the crazies." He gave her a wink, "Well these two and the rest of them are crazy at least. I'm perfectly sane."

As Vala began writing again he looked down at the paper. "The only general practitioner and research." He saw Basil somewhat stiffen, the unease about doctors obvious in his actions. That was alright though, he didn't expect any less. Possibly more but never less. Now her next question should be taken a bit more seriously and taken away from the brothers. Unless he could think of a way to say something without offending the both of them. If Edwin would pick up on it in his state and if Basil was actually paying attention to what he was saying and not what he was.

He lifted a shoulder, "As credible as they come I think. From what I've read in the slim files I've been able to get my hands on." Of course there wasn't much information on the HILE in medical files. But there was family history and information on family members in medical files. Where each person worked and how to get in contact with living family members in case something went 'wrong' of course.

Then the million dollar question rose to his mind. "So how did the HILE find out about you? Did you register?" His brows drew together as he studied Vala. She didn't seem the type to register, but who knew these days. One type would do something completely uncharacteristic of the usual stereotype and throw everything off.

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