Summer Adams will lick your face. (asummersday) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-18 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
WHO: Summer Adams and Thomas Raith
WHEN: Backdated to a couple of days into the Prison plot
WHERE: Prison: C-Block (Seedy Ave) – Middle tier (central cell)
WHAT: Discussing their 'differences'
RATING: Mid-High for some colourful language
STATUS: Closed | In Progress
Summer slowly let herself down from where she’d been sitting on the table, her back against the cell wall. She was stiff from sitting still for so long and she was twitchy from being cooped up. She liked running wild and free, not being trapped in a cell which wasn’t even big enough to walk around in. She guessed she was just damn lucky that she still had a couple of weeks before the next full moon. It gave her, or someone else, to figure out a way out of the prison before she had to turn. If she shifted in the cell, her cell-mate, Thomas, would be dead. That was all there was to it. She’d rip him apart, whether she was weaker than usual or not. Without space to run and other scents to distract her attention, the wolf would focus in on Thomas and there would be nothing she could do to stop herself from tearing him open, limb to limb. She couldn’t let that happen. She’d grown to like the man since meeting him when they’d been shoved in the cell together. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she were responsible for his death.
Of course, she hadn’t mentioned any of the ripping apart business to Thomas. She didn’t want to worry him. She still had thirteen days to work something out. There were enough supernatural and super-smart people on this island to figure out a prison before that. She just had to have faith in them to get her out of there. Until then, though, she needed to relax. Nothing would be achieved by worrying herself to death over something that might not even happen.
“Fuck me,” Summer said, stretching her arms up above her head and listening to the little clicks as her spine straightened and ground into place. “I could seriously use a run right about now,” she told Thomas, glancing down to where he was sitting on the bed. Taking the few steps across the tiny cell, Summer turned on the tap over the small sink and leaned down to splash her face before cupping her hands beneath the cool flow of water so she could take a drink.
Thomas looked up when Summer spoke. He bit his tongue, and resisted suggesting they do just that. While he had no idea she was worried about the full moon, he was worried about his Hunger. The monster inside him had no face but his own, and the longer he went without a proper feeding, the more pale that face would appear. Oh, he’d been taking little bites here and there, skimming minute fractions off her life force, but it wasn’t enough. Sooner of later, he’d need more, and fucking was the fastest way for him to get what he needed.
It wasn’t a good idea to entertain those thoughts. Justine was waiting for him. Their connection was so deep and so pure she would know he was still alive. She would be able to sense his general location, even if she couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. She’d know, and she’d be fighting tooth and nail to find him. He didn’t want her to find him in the arms of another, even if it was a desperate situation.
He sighed and dropped his head. A run sounded like heaven, right about then. He could almost feel the ground under his feet. Except the only ground he could stand on was a concrete block, surrounded by concrete walls. “Don’t tease me.”
“Sorry,” Summer replied with a smile, looking back over her shoulder, her face dripping with water before she lifted her arm to wipe it dry on her sleeve. It was cold in the cell so Summer was glad she’d been wearing a hoodie when she’d been brought here. She guessed some people hadn’t been so lucky. Still, it had been a while since she’d showered now and, when she’d lifted her arm, she’d realised she didn’t smell all that nice.
Feeling sorry for Thomas, having to live in such close proximity with her, she decided to have a wash while she was up and at the sink. “Urgh, don’t look,” she said, pulling her hoodie off over her head and tossing it onto the bed before stripping out of her t-shirt. Her plan was to use it as a makeshift wash cloth before putting her hoodie back on. The hoodie probably smelled better than the t-shirt and Summer figured it was better to try to keep up some semblance of hygiene rather than just letting herself go. She had no problem with being topless - or almost topless, since she was still wearing her black bra - in front of near strangers; as a pack, she and the other Florida werewolves had been naked in front of each other once a month for as long as she’d been alive so she’d decided long ago that being shy was pointless.
“Why does this cell have to be so freaking cold?” Summer asked with a shiver as she balled her t-shirt up beneath the running fawcett. When it was saturated, she squeezed it out before
washing herself down with it. Hopefully the water would help freshen the shirt up too, as well as her body. “Why couldn’t they have locked us up last month when it was warm, huh? That’s what I want to know.” The water from the tap was colder than even Summer, who had bathed in forest streams and pools before now, was expecting. She had the sneaking suspicion that this might be her last wash for at least a while. Still, she should be okay for a couple of days. It wasn’t like she was doing anything to work up a sweat while she was in here.
“I’m sure it’s some kind of mind control tactic,” Thomas replied. That made sense. Their captors hadn’t showed themselves, and with people scattered as they were, there was no way to even know how many of them there were, and no clue as to why they were being held. Thomas had been in some pretty dicey situations in his life, but nothing like this.
He couldn’t resist taking a peek while Summer washed up. He knew from experience the water would be cold enough to raise goose bumps on the skin. He felt a little shiver creep up his own spine at the thought of the frigid water.
He closed his eyes, and took in then released a deep, calming breath. “Think about being warm. Think about the tropics or something, sun shining down on your back. Maybe there’s a slight breeze, but mostly it’s just hot.” He wasn’t very good at power of suggestion, but he figured he’d give it a try.
Summer listened to what Thomas was saying and really did try to think about being somewhere nice and warm while she finished washing beneath her arms and what she could reach of her back. While it was quite relaxing, it didn’t make the water feel any warmer, she was annoyed to find. “Yeah, I wish that worked,” Summer said, glancing over her shoulder again as she began rinsing her t-shirt out under the tap. “Maybe I just don’t have an active enough imagination.” Summer had always been a living in the here and now kinda girl, although she did like the occasional book or movie. Still, she didn’t think she was going to win any prizes for her imagination.
Wringing the water out of her t-shirt, Summer draped the wet cloth over the side of the sink, giving a big shiver as she reached out for her hoodie. Her body was still wet so she quickly dried herself off with the outside of the hoodie, just so she didn’t feel all wet and clammy and, no doubt, cold all evening, before pulling it on and wrapping her arms around herself in a warming self-cuddle. “That’s better,” she said with a huff as she sat down on the bed beside Thomas, looking at him sidewards and giving a smile. “Sorry for the nakedness. If you hadn’t guessed, I’m not exactly shy.”
“I appreciate a woman who isn’t ashamed of her body,” Thomas replied. He flashed an almost predatory smile. No, he told himself. He could not indulge in those thoughts. Justine was looking for him, and she would find him soon enough. He had to control himself.
He had plenty of opportunity to keep his Hunger at least somewhat satisfied. Emotions ran high, when people were suddenly enclosed in jail cells with no way out. He had no need to indulge in a proper feeding. Besides, he didn’t want a wet noodle for a cell mate, and he had no idea just who or what Summer really was. He sensed something supernatural about her, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, and he hadn’t asked.
Easier then to just skim a little off the top, from Summer and anyone else who was close enough. The problem was his Hunger never quite felt satisfied. But then, it rarely let him have a moment’s peace anyway.
Thomas stood, and stretched. “Guess it’s my turn now.” He looked over his shoulder, flashed that smile again, then turned his attention to the sink. He tugged his shirt off and turned the tap on. He didn’t have two shirts the way Summer did, just the one he’d been wearing when he’d woken up in the cell. He set it aside and splashed water in his hands and set to washing his body as best he could.
Summer grinned back at Thomas when he smiled at her, noticing the almost predatory set to the way his lips turned upwards. He wasn’t an unattractive man, although he wasn’t really her type, but she could appreciate that some people would find him good looking. “Just seems kinda stupid to be shy about it,” she said, laying back on the bed when he got up, propping herself up on her elbows so she could look at him as he stripped. She wasn’t even going to pretend to look away, even though he’d paid her that courtesy. He had a nice, muscled back. It was a very rewarding sight.
“So,” she said, tilting her head to one side as she watched him. “What are you?” She’d been picking up the vibes, since they’d been put in here together, that he wasn’t quite human, but she couldn’t work out what it was that was making her think that. It wasn’t anything she was feeling with her human senses but the werewolf in her was telling her that there was something not entirely honest about him - or, more to the point, that he wasn’t exactly what he seemed. It was stronger at some times and almost non-existent at others, fluctuating, which was strange to her and very intriguing. At first she’d wondered if he was a vampire - they gave off the same kind of dishonest tingle without even meaning to - but she didn’t think that was quite right. Although Summer only had limited experience with vampires, she thought she’d be able to sense it if she was stuck in a cell with one. Then again, she was feeling much weaker than usual since she’d been locked up here. She wondered if it was some kind of magic working on all of them because, from what she’d learned in among all the shouting, she gathered that everyone else that should have been able to get out pretty easily also couldn’t. She hoped her werewolf lie-detector spidey sense wasn’t letting her down too. She didn’t want Thomas to think she was an ass if she’d guessed wrong about him. Then again, she hoped he didn’t think she was an ass if she’d guessed right...
“What do you mean?” Thomas looked at her over his shoulder. He knew exactly what she meant. He sighed, figuring there really wasn’t much point in playing dumb. He shut off the water, and rolled his shoulders as he turned to face her.
He studied her for a moment. She wasn’t tense, or at least no more so than being held prisoner in a tiny jail cell would make a person. Thomas had spent enough time with her, in the cell, to know she wasn’t likely to freak out on him. For one thing, there wasn’t enough room in the cell to have a proper freak out. For another, with only bread and water to sustain them, they weren’t exactly at their peak strength. She wasn’t likely to fight him, either.
“I’m a white court vampire. Not a vampire in the traditional sense. I don’t drink blood, and sunlight doesn’t burn me. I’m not a big fan of churches, but crucifixes and garlic had no effect on me.” Sometimes he even forgot he was a monster, Only sometimes,, though, when he was with Justine, or his brother. It didn’t happen often.
“I feed off emotions. Sex, mostly.” He rolled his shoulders. “It’s a lot cleaner than blood.”
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((OOC: I'm posting this now so it's up and waiting, even though I've failed so hard at tagging over the last couple of weeks. Blame evil university and evil laptop.))