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Tweak says, "That's Kinda Weird"

Isadora Raleigh (poison_and_fire) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-14 22:40:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, ichabod crane, isadora raleigh

RP: It made her wonder ...
Characters: Isadora, Ichabod
Time/Date: Evening, September 14
Location: Library
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Isadora is less than thrilled with one of the absences
Status: complete

Dora had read Jaime's list after it had been posted. It was shorter than she'd anticipated, though her eyes lingered overlong on one name. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed slightly.

It stood to reason though, didn't it? He'd been a thorn in their side since he shot their delivery boy ... so why wouldn't they "send him home"? Of course, a second thought chased along the heels of that one: had they somehow overheard the discussion she'd had with him? Did they know everything they were planning about traps and misdirection?

Or was it simply coincidence?

A preventive measure?

Were they extracting conversations from his brain? Could they do that?

Frustrated at how little she could reasonably assume about the situation, Dora moved to the door. Iridia hopped up and stalked after her in that easy, graceful way he had. Together, they moved down the stairs toward the lobby, though she wasn't sure what she intended to do.

She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to pretend she was five, and throw a tantrum. Break things and scream out her rage at the situation. Accuse her captors, bring them down somehow. But she couldn't. She couldn't. Her thoughts flit to the garden, to the poison she could make ... and she thought perhaps she'd have to look into that, soon. Maybe she'd pull a villain card and threaten one of their precious rats.

She wondered if she could though. Taking a life wasn't something she had a problem with ... but generating mistrust among her allies was. Clearly, her next course of action should be seeking out another ally, one of a similar mind, of a similar intelligence ... and she wondered if there was anyone here quite like Spike.

Irritated, Dora stalked into the library, pleased to find it apparently empty. She moved to the shelf against the wall, her eyes scanning the titles though she had little interest in any of them. Instead, she studied the chair he'd sat in the last time they'd been in here. It wasn't fair, and she hated that her thoughts had been reduced to those of a pouting child, but there it was. It wasn't fair that they took away her one ally, her strongest bet.

If she hadn't been inclined for revenge before, she most certainly was now.

Iridia lifted his lips slightly, baring his teeth in response to Isadora's mood, her thoughts.

Dropping her hand once more, she stroked his head before she moved to settle into one of the chairs with a book selected at random. Perhaps someone would come along to wallow with her ... or distract her.

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no_superstition
2010-09-18 04:26 am UTC (link)

The resiliency of humanity under such circumstances never ceased to amaze him. Put most people in unimaginable circumstances and often they would manage to find a way to make a poor situation tolerable. Not always legally though, and those were the people he generally knew of, as his work tended to reveal the doings of those who took a darker path to survive- like shooting someone. He could not blame them though; by Isadora's explanation there could be no doubt that eventually someone would reach their own limits.

The ammunition issue concerned him though; his gone seemed to be devoid of the one shot it held, and if he could not replace it there was no point in carrying it. As strange as things seemed here, there would likely be little chance of finding what he needed for it- it was not with him when he woke, after all.

"Questions are never finished, I fear, and you may tire of them yet," he replied with a small smile, and his posture relaxed somewhat finally. "I thank you for your patience, Miss, but I think it best that I search this place further, become familiar with this place if I can. If I am to stay for any amount of time- as you have- I will need to discover as much as possible. An observation of the environment they have given us, as it is only fair, is it not?"

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poison_and_fire
2010-09-18 04:50 am UTC (link)

Dora made a 'by all means' sort of gesture. "Mind the line if you go outside," she reminded him. She wondered who else he'd bump into, and she almost thought to warn him about some of the more ... colorful residents before deciding she'd let him judge for herself.

Besides that, with people missing, who knew what sort of moods even the usually nice people were going to be in? She thought she'd maintained a politeness through the conversation, though once Ichabod left, she'd go right back to brooding about Spike's absence.

"If you change your mind, I'll be here for a bit," she said. Otherwise ... he could post on the network or track down someone like Jaime.

Shifting her weight in the chair, she glanced to Iridia as he resettled himself by the chair. She picked up the book she'd set aside, though she didn't yet open it.

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no_superstition
2010-09-18 03:47 pm UTC (link)

There was little chance he would post on this network until he understood how to use it- and he would, in time, inquire. After all, if it was a source of information he wanted to know about it.

"Thank you," he replied before he turned to leave. "I will remember that."

One more glance to the surprisingly calm cat before he exited the library to leave the young lady in peace to read her books- he would definitely return here, as the quantity of volumes was too great for him to ignore. Isadora had been kind enough, and for that he was grateful.

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