Matthew Heller (nocoffee) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-11 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | dracula, faith lehane |
WHO: “Matthew Heller” and Faith Lehane.
WHAT: Giving “Matthew” the first real interesting conversation in far longer than the decade he claimed. Maybe also a first session! We’ll see how it goes.
WHERE: “Matthew’s” office.
WHEN: Some time Monday evening-ish.
RATING: TBA? I can’t imagine it being too high, though.
STATUS: Incomplete
The office was in order. Moving faster than the human eye could track came in very handy, sometimes. Not that he liked the stuffy office much, but then again, Judas didn’t plan on spending much time in here. It would be much easier to make allies and forge trusts in casual settings. A nice walk, a discussion over food – for the ones that could eat, of course – or what have you. Obviously the walk would have to wait for the walking dead situation to be handled. Much as he loathed hiding like some insignificant mortal, “Matthew” was supposed to be exactly the type of harmless, nonthreatening person you could feel safe telling all your problems to. Displaying his admittedly tremendous powers and combat skills would ruin that image. Ruining the image would ruin the game, and would ruin his fun. So he hid behind the enchanted walls with the cattle and amused himself by conversing with the other staff on this delightful little internet-lite.
So far, Faith interested him the most. As he sat at his desk with his door closed, waiting for her to arrive, he allowed the innocent look of “Matthew” to slip from his face. It was replaced by a devilish, amused smile and a darkly cunning intelligence in the eyes, giving him the appearance of a dangerous predator. Judas steepled his fingers in front of his face, thinking on his soon-to-be guest. It seemed obvious to him that she did not see her own lie. Her feelings regarding love could not have made that more obvious. Someone who really didn’t believe in love, who never had believed in it, would not have been able to be hurt by those that used the illusion of it as a manipulative tool. She simply never would have been drawn in by it in the first place. So clearly, somewhere deep down, very likely on a level Faith herself didn’t realize it, she believed in love. Whether she wanted it or not was another thing entirely, and something Judas really had no theories on at present, but she at least believed in it.
He would need something to pass the time with until his charade got boring. Pleasant chats with a killer of the dead was more than adequate for those purposes, even if he could only be smugly amused in the privacy of his own room. It delighted him that, were she to know who he was, she would very likely try to kill him. Futilely, of course, he could snap her spine as easily as some snapped dry twigs, but he probably wouldn’t. She intrigued him, and that almost guaranteed that not only would he not be killing her, no one else would either. It was so rare for Judas to find a shiny new toy these days, he was rather loathe to give one up until he was done playing with it.
He heard her footsteps and smelled the disgusting odor of the rotting dead that clung to her long before she ever set foot in the office. It was almost disturbing, how easily the innocent, warm, friendly face of “Matthew” popped right back up on his face. Despite knowing she was coming, he waited for her to knock before answering the door. “Matthew” was all about comforting others, and in the many, many years of his life, he’d found that mortals often felt uncomfortable when someone preempted their actions. When she did knock, Matt rose and got the door, all smiles. “Faith! Thanks for coming, really.” He flashed her a look that seemed entirely and genuinely grateful and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. “Have a seat! You must be tired from all the…” He trailed off and made a goofy little zombie pose with his arms.
For seating, her choices were a couch – not one of the typical therapist’s couches, but a somewhat worn, comfortable looking three seat couch that was more than long enough to stretch out on – or a less comfortable, more typical office-type chair. Matt didn’t make any recommendations. It was her call. And even though Matt wasn’t dressed like a shrink – in fact, he was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a casual jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of black and white, beat-up chucks – that very well might have been the point. You could tell a lot about how a person was feeling based on how they acted, up to and including the choice of seating.
After over two thousand years, Judas was pretty damn good at observing and interpreting human behavior.