Wednesday - May 13th, 2008 Who: Grid and Dom When: Night Where: The Water Tower What: Some Enlightening Conversation
It was night time, of course, and Ingrid couldn't sleep. She needed some air, needed to get out of her room for a while. So she made her way out onto the grounds, finding a spot near the water tower, where she was sitting Indian-style smoking a cigarette, enjoying the peace and quiet. --- "You're lucky those can't kill you." Said Dom, reaching for his own cigarette and lighting it. "Glad you finally decided to come out of your room." He gave her a smile, and leaned against the water tower peacefully. --- She must have been losing her touch. She hadn't even heard the man walk up on her. So the sound of his voice made her jump slightly, relaxing once she spotted him there leaning against the tower. "Lucky me." She retorted sarcastically, then quirked a brow as she asked, "Do I know you?" --- "Not quite yet" He said, delight in his eyes. He could grow to like this one. "Dominic Vincent. New here, sort of." He didn't really bother with offering his hand. That was just something society made you do, something for people who cared too much about manners. --- "Ohh, so you're just stalking me then?" He must be if he knew that she hadn't been out and about much. Great. That's exactly what she needed right now. "Ingrid. Though I suppose you already know that too, huh?" --- "Yes... I already knew that. And no, I'm not stalking you. Although, if I were, I wouldn't really get around much." He took a long drag of his cigarette and made his way towards the cross legged vampire. "Just an observer. That's about it." --- "Riight." She purposefully dragged the word out as she took a drag off her cigarette and then exhaled it to the side. "So tell me what other lovely observations you've made.. Dominic, was it?" --- "You can call me Dom if you'd like. Most everyone used to." He sat down on the ground, although made sure to sit far enough away to let her feel comfortable. "You've been sadder than usual lately. Don't go out too much either. Although, I can't blame you since you've stopped talking to Leo." --- Him sitting down didn't make her feel uncomfortable. She could take him if she needed to. But most people here were docile. She doubted that she'd even need to. But she laughed in response to his remark, shaking her head softly as she took another drag off her smoke. "My mood has nothing to do with Leo." --- "Not lately, no. Something else happened. I just can't quite put my finger on what." He lied down on the concrete, using one arm as a pillow and staring up at the stars. --- "Let me guess, you're... a news writer." She rolled her eyes. Fucking psychics. Or whatever the fuck he was. Either way, it was annoying. People should mind their own damn business. xelikzap --- His laugh was loud and booming, hearty at the idea of actually being a news writer. He couldn't ever get a normal job, or at least couldn't imagine himself in one. "Good guess, but I'm a clairvoyant." He had learned that word since coming here, and had decided he liked it much better than 'seer' or 'psychic'. "And I've earned my first official Ingrid eye roll. May it be the first of many." He was still flat against the earth, with his eyes closed unable to see Ingrid. Yay for the power to see the present. --- "Congratulations." And she almost rolled her eyes at him a second time, but she stopped herself. And then she was silent for a moment, finishing up the rest of her cigarette before she finally asked, "What the fuck do you want?" --- "Thank you." He said sincerely. "And... I don't quite know. What do you want?" --- That was a complicated question, and one she didn't know that she wanted to answer for him. So instead of answering, she simply asked, "Shouldn't you know that already?" --- "Not really. I'm clairvoyant, not omniscient. I can't read minds, only see futures." --- "Right." She shifted a little, unfolding her legs so that she could stretch them out, leaning back to support her weight upon her elbows. "So tell me about the future then. Do I look happy with what I got?" --- His eyes stayed closed the entire time, although his face wrinkled a bit when she asked her question. "There are a lot of futures. Each contingent on the decisions you make and the paths you choose to follow. You're happy in one. You're in a big house, surrounded by children. They're yours, although obviously you did not birth them. You're happy, smiling, content. In the other, you're alone, miserable. You feed and live another day, and that is all your life holds. There are many different futures in between." --- "Children?" She arched a brow at the mention of that and then laughed. "I detest kids." And the thought of her being happy in some house surrounded by them was almost laughable. The other future sounded much more plausible. But maybe that was simply because that was basically a description of her present. If it wasn't for Lyle... Well, she wouldn't have seen much point to the continuation of things. --- "You detest them now. I think it's your husband who changes your mind, although like I said, I can't be sure." He finished his cigarette, sighed, and opened his eyes just long enough to light a new one. "Seeing that far into the future obscures it a bit." --- "Husband?" Ingrid gave a short laugh in response to that word. "Yeah, right." And with that, she leaned forward to pluck the freshly lit cigarette from his hand. Why smoke her own when she could smoke someone else's? --- His eyes still closed, he held his cigarette away from her, and offered a fresh one he had taken out earlier in its place. He merely smiled, mentioning nothing about the incident. "And yes, or did you think that you raised a houseful of children on your own from the massive amounts of money you made staying home?" --- And that earned him eye roll number two. "What would I know about it? Here I thought the only reason I'd be happy about a house full of children would be because it'd be like an all you can eat buffet." She was joking, of course, as she pulled out her lighter to spark up the cigarette, inhaling a deep drag. --- "For someone that doesn't give a shit. You sure seem interested about this possible future of yours." He took another drag, "Nice eyeroll, by the way." --- "Maybe I'm just bored." --- "If you're that bored. Go talk to Leo. He could use a friend pretty soon." --- That definitely perked her interest. "Why? What's going to happen?" --- "Many, many things." --- "Such as?" --- "Do you remember that little display he put on for you, where he busted up that hall? Or blew up, more accurately." --- Ingrid scoffed. As if she could forget that day. "I remember." --- "He's been talking to his grandfather." Oh, the things that vile man would do. "And, he's manifesting new abilities." --- "Great.." She muttered as she took another drag off her cigarette. --- "He's learned to control it, mostly. Now he's just hesitant about learning to use it. Which brings us to the whole 'He could use a friend thing.'" --- "Yeah, well..." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "He knows where I am." --- "You know that he's not the type to ask for help. You're both stubborn that way." --- "Then I guess we're both fucked." Chances were that she'd eventually go and track him down, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He could figure that out on his own. --- He said nothing, merely smiled. He'd changed the possibilities, and the future reflected it. "You never did ask, what his new ability was." --- "Do I really need to know? --- "Depends." Another drag of his nearly finished cigarette. --- "On?" --- There were a few moments of silence as Dominic finished the last of his cancer stick. He would give her an answer to her question, but she wouldn't have liked it. So he answered an unspoken question instead. "He now has the ability to create and control life." --- Taking another couple of drags off of the cigarette, she debated on whether or not to believe him. Finally she decided not to make that decision just yet, and instead put the cigarette out on the ground beside her. "Am I to assume I'll see you around?" He'd know the answer to that, just like he'd know she was leaving now. --- "In any case, I'll see you." He said, getting up and brushing himself off. Somewhere in the depths of his head, the future where Ingrid was happy got a bit less fuzzy, a bit more probable. After all, he didn't have to tell her who the husband in that scenario was. She'd guess eventually.