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Tweak says, "obviously, your still here"

Fela | The Kingkiller Chronicles (relarfela) wrote in madisonvalley,
@ 2013-09-16 22:27:00

Entry tags:

!open, ~~!35 points, ~~fela (relarfela), ~~justine (youwontlikeit)

WHO: Fela and OPEN!
WHAT: Going to the tavern to get a drink...not quite what she expects
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: The Electric Lady
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

Fela had been here a few days now, and to be honest, she was lonely. Sure, Elodin and Kvothe were here, but Kvothe was busy doing...whatever it was Kvothe did for fun, and Elodin...well...she was fond of his classes in a disturbing sort of way, but it wasn't like she was going to socialize with him. If he even socialized.

So evening found her sitting in her room, reading the paper of this strange little town for some idea of what was going on around her. She'd read the same paragraph a dozen times before she realized she wasn't getting anywhere and folded it back onto the table. She needed to relax. Take a break. Nothing was going to happen in the next few minutes, and she wasn't going to discover a way out of here with her head starting to pound like it was.

A drink, some music...surely taverns were universal, and would do her a great deal of good. So she grabbed her phone and searched for one, coming up with one called The Electric Lady that was not far away from where she was. She smiled, it sounded like a good sort of place, and friendly to women. She stuck her debit card in her pocket and made her way out onto the street.

Approaching the place, though, something was wrong. The noise that was pounding out of there she could feel on the sidewalk from yards away - was that the music? She grimaced a little - it was surely different than what she knew back home, but what choice did she have? At least she'd have a story to take back home to Wil and Simmon. Steeling her ears against the onslaught, she stepped inside, only to be stopped at the door.

"ID?"

She stared at him, blankly.

"Do you have your ID?"

Her what?

She looked around for someone to explain to her what was going on, but other people just pushed by her, seemingly annoyed that she was in the way.

"Uh...I'm...here with a friend..."

Desperately, her eyes scanned the room, searching in the vain hope that there'd be someone here she knew.

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youwontlikeit
2013-09-17 11:51 am UTC (link)

Justine touched Fela's arm lightly. It wasn't meant to be invasive or make her uncomfortable, but physical contact always soothed Justine herself and so.. she tended toward assuming it worked for other people too. "It's okay," she said tenderly, offering that slightly dazed smile she kept wearing.

"I've known him a long time, I recognize signs of attraction in everyone." Then she let go of Fela's arm and leaned on the counter, propping her elbow on the surface and resting her head on her palm. "It's normal and you shouldn't feel guilty for it. Though it's overwhelming at first.." and always after. But she didn't say anything. Justine couldn't resist looking at Thomas again, but she didn't linger over him for long before looking at Fela.

"His secrets aren't mine to tell, suffice to know he's not completely human," she spoke lowly and leaned close to Fela so her voice wouldn't carry. The music was loud and troublesome, and probably stopped their conversation from being overheard entirely. But living a life of secrets, privacy and White Court politics meant Justine was always cautious.

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relarfela
2013-09-17 12:20 pm UTC (link)

"Not completely human?" she looked back at him, catching a glimpse of the man that sent her blushing again, and sent her temperature up. He looked human, but maybe too perfectly so. They just didn't usually make men that looked that good.

"But he...does he hurt you? If he's hurting you I'll help..."

She widened her eyes at Justine, letting her know that she was serious, that she'd help her if she could.

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youwontlikeit
2013-09-17 06:13 pm UTC (link)

It bothered Justine that other men and women automatically assumed Thomas hurt people. Sure, what the Raiths did was wrong down at its very core, but Justine had walked into it with her eyes open. She knew what Thomas was, and at first it didn't matter. She'd prostituted herself to him--one man--instead of many in the back alleys of Chicago's streets. Which was a thousand times better than Bianca's then offer.

"No," she said sternly, though not unkindly. She wasn't capable of being mean, and maintained that pleasantly distant expression. "He's not hurting me, he never would. And he's no danger to you either." Not now that Thomas was feeding on Justine again. She'd maintain that by staying intimate with David on occasion, and Thomas would get his sustenance from her.

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relarfela
2013-09-17 07:21 pm UTC (link)

"Well, that's...that's good. I didn't mean any offense, you know. I was just...worried. You seem nice, that's all. I don't know him at all, obviously, but when you're that good looking..." She exhaled deeply, looking away from Thomas again.

"So...you've been here a while then. You know what's going on around here? How we got here?"

She took a sip of her drink. She'd come here to get away from the problems of this place, she'd never imagined she'd be lucky enough to find the answers right in front of her.

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