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Cath Delaney ([info]dian_cecht) wrote in [info]inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-20 17:34:00

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Entry tags:cath, cath and eden, eden

Revelations
WHO: Cathair and Eden
WHEN: Morning
WHERE: The Gym in town

To say Cathair was getting restless was an understatement. Two nights in a row of drinking hadn't made things any better, although today at least, his groin didn't hurt. Reading was no good, he'd already read all the books he had, and his mind was far too busy to concentrate on reading. Praying hadn't help much either.

So he was down to beating out the stress. Luckily, there was a small gym in town. He didn't need much, just a heavy bag and a few hours. He was dressed simply in a black sleeveless tee shirt that's screen printed design had long faded to a collection of dots and a plain gray pair of sweats with his usual heavy boots, his hair clubbed back and his hands wrapped up with athletic tape he'd nicked from the druggist's shop. After warming up, he started taking out his frustrations on the heavy bag.

His fighting style was nearly pure boxing, with the occasional knee shot or cross jab with an elbow. Effective and brutal. This was what he needed, to work up a good sweat and off some of the nervous energy that was building. They were waiting for the axe to fall and it had set his combat nerves to nonstop twitching. This would hopefully keep him from making another mistake like he had with Eden.



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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 01:21 am UTC (link)
She didn't know what made her do it but as soon as he was close enough she was leaning against him with her forehead on his shoulder. No tears though. She was stronger than tears. "I don't know. Something. It felt like a dream at first. But now there's these little pains. And it's all too damned familiar only not as bad as the first time." For a moment, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and explained further once she figured out the words, "I just... remember lights and pain. Like those fakey tales of alien abduction."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 01:36 am UTC (link)
That, he'd not been expecting. Especially considering how their first meeting had gone. He was distracted away from the unexpected physical contact by what she was saying.

"What?" he demanded, setting her back enough he could look in her face. "What sort of pains? Where?"

He well knew what torture injuries looked like. He started looking over Eden, looking for obvious marks that weren't old. She had at least as many scars as he did, if not more. But he couldn't immediately see anything telling.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 01:44 am UTC (link)
She pointed to the bruised place on her arm, "In the dream, I remember a pinch... Like a needle." She then settled her hand on her shoulder, "There's something on my shoulder as well. That'd been more painful in the dream. I haven't tried to look." Eden laughed a bit miserably, "I went straight looking for you. Kindred and the like."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 01:50 am UTC (link)
Cathair nodded, looking down at the bruise. Could be from a needle. "Let me see," he offered as he swept back her hair and pushed up the sleeve of her tee shirt.

There was a band aid there. In a place she couldn't possibly have put it. Cath crossed himself out of habit alone. "You've a band-aid," he told her. "Want me to see what's under it?"

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 01:54 am UTC (link)
She nodded a little, not really moving to stop his examination. Eden held her sleeve in place, gulping a little at the discovery of the band aid. It wasn't that she was afraid of being wounded but she was afraid of what might be under it. What if they had chipped her? She would have to ask him to dig it out. That would not be fun.

"Best do so. It must not be very bad if it can be covered up with a band aid but... Yes, better look," she closed her eyes and hoped that none of the scars from the whip edged out that far. She wouldn't have been surprised though.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 02:03 am UTC (link)
He was wondering the same thing. A tracking chip of some sort. He knew why they'd not put one in him yet. Even with all his training and experience, this was an island. And Cath couldn't swim a stroke. He'd not be able to escape into the ocean.

Nodding, he frowned as his fingers felt the raised scars near the band aid. Moving around to her back under the guise of getting a better angle, he traced one of the scars, which was fresh enough it gave and turned red under his finger tips.

Right, band aid first. Grabbing it, he tore it off in one quick, smooth motion. Between the two patches of red was a small perfectly square patch of skin that was gone. There was nothing visibly underneath it, just as if someone had taken a bit off.

He crossed himself again. "There's a centimeter perfect square of your skin gone," he told her. He pressed down softly, just to confirm nothing was under there. "Nothing under it."

Cathair wanted to ask about the fairly fresh scars, but he doubted they were from whatever happened last night. "Anywhere else you hurt?"

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 02:24 am UTC (link)
Eden's breath hitched when fingers seemed to probe a line and she knew the answer to her question. He could. She bit her bottom lip quiet hard to keep from saying anything or turning around and slapping him for no good reason. He was trying to help her and she'd asked for it. Be good, Ed.

Her eyebrows furrowed together when he told her what was under the band aid. "That... sounds like a skin sample. Why would they need a skin sample?" She frowned even more when he pressed in, no matter how gentle he was, "Ow, you prat." Well at least that was some semblance of normalcy but it was brief.

Ed shook her head a little, "No... Not from the not-so-much-a-dream anyhow." She rubbed her face with her hands, grumbling nonsense to herself. What the Hell was going on?

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 02:48 am UTC (link)
He frowned at her suggestion. Which was a grim one at best. Although the snapping made him feel a bit better. He'd rather be snarked at than worried at any day.

"What about this scar?" he asked, moving his fingers over the fresher scar he knew he could only see part of. "It doesn't look very old." He'd give her a chance to explain before he took a look on his own to find out.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one hiding secrets here.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 02:55 am UTC (link)
Eden jerked away when he touched it again and turned her back away from him, crossing her arms in front of her stomach again. "It's not... Just a few months." For what seemed like ages, she said nothing else, just licked her lips lightly with her jaw working back and forth as she fought with herself to be truthful.

"Let's just say I was a victim of Kenyan police corruption. Not that I wasn't guilty of my crime but a whipping isn't exactly the legal punishment of what I did."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 03:07 am UTC (link)
Whipped her? Kenyan police whipped her. Cathair couldn't do anything but see red for a minute.

He hated police with an agenda. They were the worst. He'd seen too many innocent people, especially Catholic women, abused and harassed by police who were using lies to cover up what they were really doing.

The fact that they'd whipped a woman, made him want to smash something. Grinding his teeth. he clenched and unclenched his fists for a minute. "What did you do?" he asked once he wasn't ready to hit something.

Not that any crime she committed could justify that sort of punishment. Now, he was honestly wondering how much they really did have in common.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 03:14 am UTC (link)
Well she appreciated that he was completely pissed off for a moment. It was kind of obvious. Eden would have to be blind to not see how angry he was. But he didn't know why. Maybe she would deserve it if he knew why... And he asked. Of course he did.

So far, she'd been perfectly honest and she was not about to start lying to him. After getting a knee to the groin from her and then being nice he kind of had earned the right to know. "By definition I'm an eco-terrorist. I was recruited by an organization once I quit the piracy. I went to Kenya to fight poachers. We turned most of them in and if there were any animals alive, we treated their injuries and released them back into the wild."

Eden licked her lips nervously, taking a step back, "After my husband was killed saving me from a very pissed off lion, I started... questioning and I guess I became useless to the organization so they kidnapped me and sent me to the Nairobi police as a... sacrifice."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 03:29 am UTC (link)
Cathair couldn't have looked more shocked at her answer if she'd hit him between the eyes.

"Fuck me.."

He paced back and forth for a moment, not because he was so horrified by what she had done. Not really. Poachers were bastards. There were laws against it in nearly every civilized country in the world.

It just meant one thing he'd been dreading was true. Their captors knew about his past and Eden's. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he knew it was his turn.

"Irony's a bitch, colleen," he began, his back still to her. "Because I was in the Real Irish Revolutionary Army until I realized what we were actually doing about six months ago. I took off and came to America to start over."

He turned to face Eden. "They know, whoever has us," he added grimly. Which with them taking skin samples and having two ex terrorists, and an ex-military man, another Australian survivalist, a police officer, and a technology expert. Cathair cross himself. "They wouldn't have us all together if they didn't know. You, me, the American military man, the police officer, the survivalist who went into the woods with him, the computer hacker..." It wouldn't take her long to put the pieces together and draw similar grim conclusions.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 04:33 am UTC (link)
Normally, she would've made a joke but now was not the time for joking. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth. What in the world could he possibly be thinking?

And then it sort of came out. She would've asked what he meant but she was afraid any interruption would stop him and he proceeded anyhow. Shit. He was IRA. Or at least a branch thereof.

"I never doubted that for a second," she noted. Of course they knew, whoever they were. How could they not? If you were going to kidnap someone, to researched them first. But as the list grew of what exactly was on the island, she had to fight off the desire to groan in realization. "It's an army. It has to be. They're building a bloody army. But for what?" She threw her hands up, sighing heavily and sitting on the floor, "This is insane! What about the people that aren't any thing like us? We supposed to train them or some shit?"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 04:48 am UTC (link)
The most militant of the branches. Never let it be said he did anything halfway. He'd readily admit now they were terrorists. But they weren't the only terrorists in Ireland. Which really didn't matter now. He doubted he had to justify anything to Eden, considering.

"Exactly," he agreed grimly. Her question made an perverse and horrible thought from his conversation with Jamie the first day. These people couldn't be that sick, could they. "Saints, I know the boy was joking when he suggested it, but breeding material?" Now he had wished he'd paid more attention to that episode of Star Trek where the whole 'repopulating the area' bit had gone on.

He didn't want to believe that though. That was just sick beyond belief.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 05:59 am UTC (link)
No, he really didn't have to justify anything to her. If he wasn't asking her to justify anything, she wasn't going to ask him. After all, they both had their reasons... His was to free a country, her's was to save some animals.

The boy? Who was the boy? Her eyes went wide at his suggestion and she snorted with laughter. Desperate laughter. That couldn't possibly be right. Breeding material? No. No way. That was wrong on so many levels. It was poaching humans sort of and she did not want to think about the horrible, horrible irony.

"Well... if that turns out to be true, I'm claiming you," she said without any reservation. "Leastways we now know each other's horrible secrets, yeah? That part's over."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 06:30 am UTC (link)
Exactly. No, she didn't have to justify anything to him. He was in no position to judge anybody else. Save their captors, who were started to look like more bastards than he or Eden could have ever been at their worst.

It was horribly wrong, but so was kidnapping people, dropping them on a deserted island and doing God only knew what to them for whatever purpose they were here.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "I won't say I'm not flattered," he admitted. He actually felt relieved someone knew. It would be nice to have one person he didn't have to worry about justifying why he knew what he did and had the theories he did.

Cathair crossed himself. "Amen," he agreed softly. "So now what? How do we even begin to warn the others without bringing down punishment on anyone?" They couldn't just sit on this information, now that they knew their captors were doing something to them.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 06:44 am UTC (link)
"I only groin men I like," she teased with a roll of her eyes. Now that they could start working on proper theories and other things, she felt a little more like herself and less panicky. Except that there was a huge piece of her that was still screaming and running around, flailing. What had they done?

Her eyes went a little wide and then she sighed heavily, "Damn it. I didn't even stop to think if telling you would get someone else hurt." But technically it wasn't an escape attempt if the Commissioner was to be believed. "I suppose we have to wait and see if my telling you counts first. If someone gets punished... I'm sure there will be some ominous message about it."

Eden sighed and lay back on the floor fully. Her t-shirt rode up a little to bare her stomach a bit - some of the tattooing and older scars becoming visible. "Tunafanya nini sasa..." she muttered to herself. It was simply a repeat of his question but she just didn't know, "God, what can we do?"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 07:38 am UTC (link)
"Remind me to wear protection around you then," he shot back. The grim, utterly inappropriate back and forth was a good tension breaker.

He shook his head. "You're not plotting to escape," he pointed out. "But if we get everyone together because of this, we will be." He certainly hoped it wouldn't count. Not with Commissioner suggesting they be community minded. "But now I'm wondering if we shouldn't err on the side of caution for now." Considering there was a pregnant woman and several innocent people who could be injured as part of any punishment.

Cathair started unwrapping his hands as he thought. "Well, that depends on how much we can find out today," he said. "First of all, we need to find out if you were the only one attacked last night. How to do that and not start a blind panic is the problem."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-21 01:48 pm UTC (link)
"Tch, I only do it the once to let him know who's boss. If he needs reminding, that's not my fault," clearly she had spent way too much time around animals for her own good.

Eden shook her head a little, "We can't do that... We've got innocents. And even if we keep it between us, we have no idea whether the Commissioner was telling the truth about the only requirement for punishments." They were both experienced in the corruption of officials. It should be completely obvious. So yes, caution was indeed the best option.

She pushed her hands through her hair, sighing heavily at the ceiling. "I suppose I could post and ask if anyone had any strange dreams last night..." Eden closed her eyes, "I shoulda never left Australia..."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 06:39 pm UTC (link)
That got a chuckle. "Good to know," he countered wryly. "Sounds like something my mother would have said."

Cathair frowned. "It may come to doing it anyway. All or nothing," he pointed out. "God only know what they've done to you. And right now, we don't know if anyone else was meddled with." Really, he preferred to be proactive. They'd already started whatever they were planning. Which meant the prisoners were running out of time to get out of here.

He sat down next to her, reaching out gently to pat her arm. He knew what she meant. There were many days when he wished he'd listened to his father and even later, his grandfather. Anyone who told him not to do what he did. But there was no use in bemoaning it now.

"Likely a good idea," he said. "Also can't hurt for everyone to pair up or gather in groups at night. Even if we can't stop what they're doing, facing this rot is easier if you're not alone."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-22 12:34 am UTC (link)
"Well, I would've liked your mum then," she noted absently like it actually mattered. But impressing an Irishman's mother was kind of hard or so she'd heard.

Eden closed her eyes, licking her lips lightly, "I hope it was just me. I can handle it if they're just fucking with me. But if they're doing things to innocent people... May whatever god they believe in help them should I get my hands on them."

She blinked up at him when he sat down beside her. Without being invited, she shifted over so her head was in his lap. It was easier to look up at him that way. Hey, if he was going to sit there, she was going to make herself more comfortable.

"This is assuming they're not pumping gas into the room to knock us out before transfer... And that they're going to put you back where they find you." Eden sighed a little closing her eyes again. "Maybe you'd best be the one to post and try to find things out."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-22 12:49 am UTC (link)
Cathair chuckled softly. "She'd probably would've liked you," he said. "Until you disagreed with her. Then it would've been like two cats in a bag, I'm certain." He dearly loved his mother, but she hadn't taken anyone challenging her authority but her own tyrant of a father. Which was likely where he'd learned his own command style from. Taking orders from anyone but his mother or grandfather had never sat well with him. After he'd left home, he'd been bad about taking order period.

He understood how she felt there as well. He wished with all his heart they'd started with him. There were so many other people here that didn't deserve any of this shite. "Just save a bit for me, all right?" he suggested wryly. That was a cause worth fighting for, protecting the others around them.

Taken aback by her suddenly taking advantage of his sitting next to her, Cath was really too startled to protest or do much about it. He propped himself up on his hands and looked down at her. "Comfy, are we?"

No, he wasn't going to ask her to move. Partially because she wouldn't likely do it anyway, and if she did, she'd thump him and take offense. And the other reason was it was nice. Cathair had never met anyone he could relate to. Ever. He was nothing like most of the members of his cell, and he certainly had very little in common with innocent, everyday people. How much he and Eden were alike was almost as disturbing as it was comforting.

"You've got a better suggestion?" he asked her. "I'd rather try and fail, then leave people to suffer alone because it might not work." Right, that should be obvious considering how he'd spent the last ten years of his life doing.

"No," he immediately vetoed her plan. "Because if it's considered violating the rules, then I'd rather be in the pool of people to be punished than excluded from it. Besides, it happened to you. And all they know, I'm a book keeper from Ireland who's old fashioned and bad with animals. The last thing we need is to become suspicious of each other."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-22 01:03 am UTC (link)
"Oh likely. Or two female hyenas. That's about twenty times as vicious." Actually more if they were Spotted Hyenas but she was not going to get into that argument. Her command style she'd learned from other men of the organization and really that meant she didn't have much of one. They were all generally doers except Adam... He'd always been in charge.

Eden smiled her agreement. Of course she would leave something to beat the crap out of for him. Likely he needed it just as much as she did. And she was too pleased that he didn't protest her sudden change in position. "Oh very, thank you. At least him not hurting you, hm?" She chuckled a little.

No, she didn't have a better suggestion so she just made a non-committal noise and would assent to whatever he wanted to do. But it all depended on whether or not trying to gather information would count towards an escape plan.

"Alright then... I'm simply going to put 'I had the strangest dream last night. Anyone else having weird dreams?' Sound alright?" Eden didn't think they should go into much detail. That way they could weed out anyone who was just having something silly in their dreams like nude ladies and what not.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-22 01:25 am UTC (link)
He wasn't certain he liked his mother being compared to a hyena, which weren't animals with a very good reputation. That said, since he'd already proven many times over already he knew jack all about animals, he didn't try to.

Cathair was used to being in charge. That didn't mean he didn't know when to bow to someone who had greater knowledge in an area than he did.

He scoffed lightly at her comment about not hurting him. "Yes, let it not be told I don't learn after the first go," he drawled cryptically. And really, it would be good cover if anyone happened past and looked in the window. It would look like they were having a casual chat.

All warfare was based on deception, after all.

And now he was thinking. They had to figure out how to organize without seeming to organize, and make their captors think their plans were working when in fact they were only making dissention stronger and unifying the prisoners.

Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him. If he is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him.

"No," he corrected. "Be straightforward. Show fear, even though you're not afraid. That'll draw out the other victims. Then we can track them down and reassure them in private. From now on, when communicating in public, we give them exactly what they want. Then in private, somehow, we plot together as one. If they get too suspicious, then we let off for awhile. We don't know enough about what their plans are to mount any sort of counter attack. We're in danger here, they know us and know themselves, Which gives them the advantage. Until we know more what they have in store for us, we're just fumbling around in the dark."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-23 12:47 am UTC (link)
Hyenas were misunderstood in her opinion. Yes, they were scavengers and vicious but a lot of what was said about them was mythology... Still, maybe that was her and maybe she liked them because they were the creatures on the outside.

She laughed a little, "Oh I'm sure you do." Her tone was positively sultry and quite on purpose too. If she was going to be using him as a pillow, she was going to be naughty about it. Too bad for him.

Apparently he was misunderstanding her a bit. She was afraid. She was terrified. Eden supposed she was just good at hiding it. You kind of had to be when you worked with animals. You had to learn how to control it as the lightest scent of it was going to ruin everything. "Maybe you should tell me exactly what to write. Or write it for me at my computer and I'll go through and add my own bits to make it sound personal."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-23 01:09 am UTC (link)
Cath never claimed to know much about animals besides the hunting dogs his grandfather kept. And even then, he didn't interact with them much. His mother had kept a cat and he'd acquired one somehow at both of his shops. Likely because he made the mistake of feeding the little beasts once. Beyond that? He knew nothing about animals.

Or women, if he were being honest. It wasn't bad for him so much as distracting. He was trying to recall strategies from The Art of War while she was distracting him a bit.

He was misunderstanding her and he was likely not being clear. "I didn't meant it that way," he said. He was certain she was afraid. He was afraid. But giving in to that fear would only serve to put them more where their captors wanted them.

"It's strategy. We're at war with these people, they have the advantage, which makes planning counterattacks tricky." He looked away. "They've already made the first moves..."

Saints, explaining vague strategy was never easy. Especially when he had no idea about the enemy they were facing. Only some assumptions based upon what he had observed. All of that pointed to a military organization forcibly recruiting them. Even the punishment was designed to make them think as a troupe as opposed to individuals.

"All warfare is based on deception. So we have to figure out how to find out as much about our captors as we can without them finding out. No fortress is impregnable, there's always little gaps and such. We have to figure out where those gaps are."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-23 05:28 am UTC (link)
"I know all that, mate," she said in a slightly exasperated tone. She'd been doing this whole warfare thing for years. She knew that much. It was just... "I'm just no good at the word thing. Or the leading thing. I'm more of an ass kicker so I'm kind of useless. And you want me to do something important. I don't want to fuck it up. Hence why I'm asking you to at least word it for me." Hopefully that made sense to him. He was going off on some tangent. Maybe she was distracting him too much.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-23 11:41 pm UTC (link)
No, he was thinking. Aloud. Thinking always led to tangents. That was just how thinking went. He nodded when she explained she was not a leader, nor very good with words. He could understand that.

"The problem is finding out who's all been effected without causing a panic," he admitted. "Perhaps we do need to be careful and vague at first. Just as to avoid making everyone more upset than their going to be. I still think no one being alone at night will be helpful. If all else fails, at least they won't be alone when they wake up from...whatever."

It was something, even if it was false comfort. Something they could control themselves. Cathair heaved out a long breath. "I need to find the computer hacker. RiffRaff. She was working on spying robots." They needed more information and more time. Neither of which they seemed to have much of.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-24 01:57 pm UTC (link)
Eden arched an eyebrow at him, momentarily confused, "So... we're right back to what I said in the first place as my suggested journal entry to fish? Just to clarify." Although she did agree that they shouldn't at all be alone anymore, how in the Hell were they going to convince people that they needed to group up without causing a panic.

She thought for a moment, totally distracted, "Riffraff... Why does that sound familiar... Oh, right. Rocky Horror." Ed laughed at herself a little bit, glad that wasn't going to bother her all day now. "That's assuming she found cameras or microphones which I doubt they're going to just leave lying around the island, yeah?"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-24 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Cathair gave her a look. "I'm not used to not trying to start a panic," he reminded her. "This isn't the sort of battle I'm used to." Really, they were in the worst way strategically. They didn't know much about each other, anything about their enemy or the battlefield. Which all pointed to disaster. "It might be impossible not to have people panic, but we need to keep each other informed."

Yes, that was where he'd heard it from. He'd caught the film on AMC late one night. Brilliant music, insane plot, and men in stockings and heels. He wasn't quite sure how to classify it, but he couldn't hate it. "Never had much of her sort around, hmm?" he said. "Most of the time, the ones like her can build whatever they want given enough time and materials. When I met her, she was raiding the hardware shop."

Speaking of cameras. "I've already tossed my place twice looking for cameras and such. No luck. Which either means there aren't any or they're very well hidden."

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-26 12:01 am UTC (link)
Well at least she knew what she had to do then. "I agree... I'll do my best not to start a panic but if it happens, it isn't my fault," she noted ahead of time, grinning a little in a mischievous Cheshire cat way.

"It wouldn't have done us much good to have a hacker and robotics in the bloody desert fighting guerrillas, mate." Out there in the wild it was all brawn and no brains really. Finally, she sat up, turning to face him properly all in one very smooth movement for being so very tired.

"Likely well hid. Pinhole cameras probably," she'd heard of those anyway but never seen them... Those things were smaller than a fingernail but could record in high definition. "I'd better go and post the message then. You know where to find me," without really thinking about it, she leaned forward and kissed Cathair's cheek before starting to stand up.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-26 12:57 am UTC (link)
"Considering the situation we're in, I'll be surprised if there's not," he admitted wryly, shaking his head at her grin.

He had to admit there was more use for that sort in urban warfare as opposed to the sort she'd been doing.

Pinhole cameras were a possibility, but they weren't good for recording large areas. Even he knew that. The idea sort of made him want to smash mirrors to see if they were behind them. That didn't make any sense either.

Of course, his thoughts were utterly derailed when Eden kissed his cheek. He looked startled, wondering if she wasn't trying to wind him up again. She seemed to take perverse pleasure in tormenting him. "All right," he said in a stunned voice.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-26 04:13 am UTC (link)
Yeah, her warfare wasn't exactly urban... it was the savanna and the ocean and the mountains... Everywhere but urban if they could manage it. Sometimes though, sometimes they had to hit an underground shop.

Well, she didn't know that so all she knew was a little terminology. It didn't really matter to her if they were being recorded right now. If they couldn't find the cameras or the recording devices, then there was really no point in trying to plan around them. They were likely everywhere and every word being recorded no matter what. Why bother worrying over the uncontrollable?

She arched an eyebrow at the look on his face. Apparently he didn't even get platonically kissed by women much. Quite thankfully, she hadn't stood up much at all by the time he looked like a startled rabbit. And he was too right in that she loved to torment him. So she sort of fell back to her knees and half onto him to press him into a much better, firmer kiss to his lips. Just because he looked so startled at something so innocent. If he was going to go wide-eyed, she was going to make it worth it.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-26 04:52 am UTC (link)
Yes, and all he knew was urban warfare. Which was likely one small advantage. Between the two of them, they pretty much had both sorts of guerilla warfare covered.

That was true enough. Perhaps they would have take their captors overconfidence as a flaw to work with. Pride was a flaw.

Generally not by women who were under the age of 60 or relations. Some of his long time customers in Belfast had been so affectionate with him, treating him like a son and trying to set him up with their daughters. But young women? No, not at all.

Yes, startled. Because this really wasn't the time nor place for this. Not that he wasn't kissing her back. He was paranoid and careful, not bloody dead. And if he were being honest, it'd been far too long since he'd let a woman get this close.

This was a distraction and she was definitely tormenting him. He managed to pull away, trying to gather his senses enough to protest properly. "You're distracting me," he informed her rather stupidly. Yes, she was clearly trying to distract him. And succeeded.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-26 05:02 am UTC (link)
It really wasn't and she knew it but that's what made it better. It was a way to break the air around them, the tension in both of them. The bigger surprise was that he was kissing her back but she wasn't about to pull away just because he'd startled her right back in turn.

Her hands were settled on his shoulders just so she wouldn't fall over and she licked her lips lightly when he pulled away, not fighting him on it. After all, she was the one being evil. "Mm, yes. But you like it. Besides, a distraction like that is necessary when all you have is plotting and paranoia," she smiled at him, not exactly backing away from him but not going in again.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-26 05:06 am UTC (link)
Well, he wasn't dead. Just paranoid and self-denying.

"All I've ever had is plotting and paranoia," he informed her wryly. "My entire life, both of them, have been complete lies. Not exactly something you want to inflict on anyone else." At least no decent person would.

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[info]inthedarkness
2010-03-26 05:11 am UTC (link)
She shrugged her shoulders, "Unless that's the other person's life too. Trust me, I know. You need the distraction or else it'll eat away everything inside you. Even after it's over." Eden kissed him a third time, lighter than the second before finally standing up properly and stretching her arms over her head. "Think about it, yeah?" She wiggled her fingers at him before starting towards the door. Had she really just propositioned him now? In the middle of all this? She really was insane.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-26 05:19 am UTC (link)
All right, she needed to...stop being right. At least in this instance. After all, she'd just blown away his best argument for never letting anyone get close.

Saints, and then she went and kissed him again. Sweet and soft. Which was the most he'd been kissed in God only knew how long.

What could he say to that? If he told her he considered being alone penance for his crimes, she'd likely thump him. Even if he probably deserved it, he didn't want to go there.

He gave her a half wave, still a bit too stunned to get up. Now he had more nervous energy to burn off and plans to start making.

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