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Rhiannon Jaxyn Montgomery (bound_rhiannon) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-09-01 20:29:00

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in progress, liam edvarsson, private, rhiannon montgomery

I'm searching for something which can't be found - but I'm hoping...
Date: 8/1
Time: 2:15 AM
Location: Rhi's old apartment
Characters: Rhiannon Montgomery, Liam Edvarsson
Description: A chat, and perhaps and understanding.
Status: Private, in progress

The rubber soles of her boots padded lightly across the damp street. It hadn't been raining, but somehow this neighborhood always seemed to remain wet. Her heightened senses did little but enhance the dampness and decay of the old neighborhood. Popping the collar on her jacket to hide her face, the young Miss Montgomery picked up speed.

Over-dressed for this place, her heart pounded, blue eyes constantly peering over her shoulder and trying her best to ignore the leering. She could kill them all, and without much effort, if she chose to. But there were other things on her mind just then.

Slipping into a familiar alley, Rhiannon stared up at the bars taunting her. In the past she'd have had to climb onto the garbage can to reach, but no more. Bending her knees, the vampire leapt, tiny hands curling around lowest bar of the lifted ladder. "Take that..." she told the metal, as if it cared. Teeth glinting, she silently slinked up the steps until she was at the fourth floor window.

Her window.

Swallowing, a pair of hands and a nose pressed to the glass. It looked the same... Her heart twisted within her chest. She didn't realize it, then, but the barriers in her mind lowered just enough that sadness could trickle down through the blood-bond. Switchblade removed from her jacket pocket, Rhiannon slipped it beneath the frame and flicked, the window now an open invitation.

Pushed up and slipped in, Rhiannon found herself surrounded by memories. Lights off, not that she needed them, Cerulean gazed at all that she once was now coated in a layer of dust and darkness. It almost smelled of death. Twin-sized bed pressed horizontally to the wall and piled high will stuffed animals, it was wrapped in a neon spread. There was no headboard not foot-board, or even a frame, the box-springs and mattress simply resting flat upon the floor. Her own drawings covered the walls, charcoal and lead mixed with the occasional pop of colored ink or chalk. It was a teenager's room. But it felt a lot like a tomb.

Closet left open, the stripes of color that had filled her wardrobe welcomed her, florals and prints clashing in a wide array of both winter and summer attire. Unlike her life with Valerian, here Rhiannon had just enough to get by, and even this one small closet had space left. Shaking her heard, she found herself removing her jacket and hanging it on the door knob, followed by the rest of her clothes.

The dress that she found herself reaching for had never been worn. Inexpensive, but a lovely shade of pink, her father had brought it home for her just because. Staring down at it, she ran her fingers over the mass produced lace. "You found out, didn't you?" she whispered into the silence. "That the cancer was back. And you were going to tell me." That was why they'd gone on that trip, wasn't it?

And that was when he was shot...and she was taken...

She didn't realize she was crying until her vision blurred, her hand rising to wipe at her cheek with the back of her palm. Sighing softly, she backed up until the back of her calves touched softness. Knees bending, the half naked girl sank onto her bed, fabric bunched in her lap.

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bound_liam
2014-09-14 10:00 pm UTC (link)

There was something about tonight. It was quieter than usual. Not a single sound escaped from the room that typically thrashed with loud music or roared with overly jaunty coos of devouring wild berry pop tarts. No, something wasn’t right and he could feel it.

Liam sat up in bed, unable to fall asleep while Valerian sounded away peacefully. Since the night of Beau’s encounter, Rhiannon’s integrity was to be questioned regarding the family’s protection. Trust was broken, and to repair the damaged trust was like repairing a broken mirror. It would take an endless amount of time to earn it back, just as it would take time to rectify the shattered pieces of glass. Rhiannon was like a stray cat, curious and mischievous since her turn. But Liam feared her damning curiosity may become the death of her, or even worse - the family. She was a risk. A danger, and whether she liked it or not, the girl needed to be watched, twenty-four seven.

He led himself down the dark hallway as a silhouette of shadows lurked across the white walls. “Rhiannon?” He called out as his hand slowly pushed the door open, not surprised to see her gone. Liam sighed, annoyed of her absence. Where the hell is Takeshi? He wondered before a shadow seemed to appear from outside the window and dart across the street. The figure was small, short in height and moved with lightening speed. There was no doubt in his mind, the oompa loompa sized shadow, was Rhiannon.

Within a moment, Liam quickly threw on his black jeans and leather jacket, making his way outside as he kept a slight distance between himself and his progeny. He had no idea where the hell she was going, but he assumed Beau’s, or perhaps to rob a toy store…or steal bubble gum at the nearest convenience store. Either way, she was leading him to the slums of Crescent Cove. Broken windows, run-down houses, police sirens in the distance. This was clearly not a place for a young girl to be out alone. This was clearly a place no one should be visiting.

Liam watched Rhiannon from a distant alley as she climbed her way over a ledge and inside. She was swift, discreet and sly in her actions. A small part of Liam wanted to approve and blurt out, That’s my progeny. He had to admit, she reminded Liam of himself when he was first turned. He too, was reckless and self-seeking. Even still, with his ego greatly intact, not much had changed.

But seriously, what the hell was she doing? He scanned the streets before sprinting to the decrepit apartment building, planting his foot on the brick as he scaled up the side and to the open window. Liam could see Rhiannon, watching curiously as she inaudibly mumbled to herself. He thought it was strange, but then remembered this was Rhiannon he was looking after - and she was the epitome of strange. He climbed through the window in one swift motion and jumped to his feet, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” His tone was sharp like a knife, cutting through the silence. As she turned, he could see tears in her doll-like eyes. And that’s when he noticed, scars and permanent bruising across her chest and arms. He failed to take in the fact that she was sitting on her bed, half naked. Liam’s brows furrowed deeply. Confused. His hard stare softened as he quickly glanced around the pink room that was as bright as her rainbow hair, voice quieting when he realized where they were.

“Why are you here?” He asked in an almost whisper as he slowly and cautiously walked towards the vulnerable girl. Liam knew that she was in a delicate state, the tears and her speech made her appear fragile and broken.

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bound_rhiannon
2014-09-14 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Had she not been distracted she would have sensed is presence immediately. One of the things she quickly realized after Beau had been brought to their home was that somehow her connection to both Sires was stronger. She could almost feel them if they were near to her, and if she focused hard enough, she could feel them tickling at the back of her mind.

But such focus was not possible in this moment.

Wide, cerulean eyes glanced up the moment that she heard the voice, though she made no move to cover herself. Her shyness nothing in comparison to her sadness, she simply shrugged a slender shoulder - the front of which had three perfectly round burns in a triangular pattern. Had he seen it before she was turned, he would have been able to see clavicle and shoulder-bone. But she'd gained about ten pound since her transformation and there was finally a bit of fat upon her bones. Thank you, Poptarts and blood.

"I miss my Daddy," she murmured softly. "It's up for rent, and I wanted some of my things before they were sold at an auction or something." Like her Daddy's leather jacket or the picture of them that she kept next to her bed. Or the dress that she'd never been able to wear. Sniffling, her voice cracked, gaze falling to the dress once more. "We used to watch movies all the time. Sometimes he'd buy cheap props around Halloween-time from the kid's section and hoard them in the hall closet. When I was feeling up to it, we'd act out scenes from our favorites. He liked the 'Luke I am your father' scene best. Had a voice changer and everything. Other times he'd buy me a new dress and he'd put on a tie and we'd dance to power ballads." But usually that latter was right after bad news had been broken to her...

"This was going to be my 'the cancer's back dress'." A pause. "You followed me..."