Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-19 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | cherry, rorie |
Sunday July 20th, 2008
Who: Rorie and Cherry
What: Talking and calm conversation
Where: The hotel room
When: afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete
Waking up, Rorie groaned softly as he looked around. Grabbing his glasses he slipped them on noting the bandages on his hands and feet before getting up. Looking around he grabbed a robe, probably Garret's, and wrapped it around himself before slowly walking out into the living room. He was still a bit out of it and wandering where Mal and Garret were
Cherry was making herself something to eat. Not expecting to see Rorie, and having tried to avoid him for the most part, she was startled to feel his presence so close to her. She gasped and dropped the orange she'd just started to peel. "You scared the devil right out of me." Cherry bent over to fetch the fruit and quickly rinsed it under the tap. "Are you hungry?"
"Sorry," he said a bit tired still, his body still a bit hot to the touch but slowly going back down. Things were starting to go back to normal as he kind of just felt sluggish a bit. Probably was a good thing rather than being around her and back to normal. No telling what could happen there given the Malakai incident. "Uh. . . Kind of," he said feeling a bit peckish, but not too much.
"Do you like egg salad?" Cherry asked, showing him what she'd made so far. The suite's kitchen was surprisingly well stocked. Cherry had no idea that Garret had this sort of money to blow, but she wasn't complaining. "I can make you something different if you don't." Considering what Rorie had been through, Cherry felt he deserved to eat a good meal that he enjoyed. She'd considered manipulating his emotions, alleviating the fear he was experiencing, but sometimes it was better for people to work through those emotions on their own. It made them stronger in the end.
"Oh. . . You don't have to," Rorie said blinking a bit. "I was just going to grab maybe some juice or something," he said even though it sounded kind of good. Debating for a moment, he folded. "Yeah, I guess if you want, a small one," he said. He was still running a low fever and he didn't feel like getting sick after eating. Looking at the cabinet he used his power to open it and grab a glass, the whole event silent as he went to the fridge and grabbed some apple juice as well.
Cherry paid close attention as Rorie fetched the glass with his mind. She was ready to reach out and grab it if his powers faltered. In his mental state, it could be difficult to control such powers. "I was only making it as a snack, and I made far too much for that.. so you're welcome to half of it." Cherry snatched a dish out of the cabinet and scooped out some of the egg salad for Rorie, then she ripped the orange open, setting half the slices on his plate. "Here ya go, sweetie."
"Thanks," he said giving her a small smile. It really wasn't a good idea to use his telekinesis right then, but he had a lazy moment. Though he'd probably regret it later. "There's a few chairs left. . . If you want to sit down," he said looking over at the table where there were indeed three chairs left, two of them set aside broken.
Cherry nodded as she loaded up her own plate. A second later, she scooted over to the table to have a seat. "Are you feeling any better?" she asked. He seemed more stable and in control, but his emotions were flaring just as much as ever.
Sitting himself down as well, Rorie took a bite of his salad chewing slowly just trying to keep relaxed so he could get a better handle on things. "A little, aside from my hands and feet being sore, I'm doing better," he nodded, unsure if she knew about earlier or not. In fact, he didn't even know her name. He just figured she was part of the 'company' that Garret had had over when he talked to him.
"You should see a healer. They'll get you fixed up fast." Some supernaturals were resistant to seeking magical solutions to their problems, but seeing as how Rorie just used his powers for something as simple as fetching a glass, she figured he wasn't one of those supernaturals.
"Would I have to go back to school for that?" He asked, a hint of nervousness as his mouth twitched, but he tried to keep it down. If he could control most of it then he was doing good. Taking a bite of his orange, he chewed slowly and thoughtfully just focusing on that task so things didn't explode.
Cherry felt the surge of fear and moved uncomfortably in her seat. She could block out most emotions, but when they were strong, it was simply impossible. "I... I can help you if you want. With the emotions, not the healing. I'm an empath."
"Oh," Rorie said feeling bad. She must be overwhelmed. He knew Finn had a hard time with blocking some peoples emotions out, like the bipolar woman above them in their old apartment. "Uh. . . How?"
"I can project emotions... drown out the pain and set your mind at ease. But it's temporary," she warned. "It will fade and then the pain will return just as strong as ever. That's why I didn't try to help you earlier. Sometimes it's better to suffer. This is something you'll need to figure out on your own eventually, but I can offer you a break if you'd like."
"No," Rorie shook his head almost immediately. The last thing he wanted was someone else manipulating him, even if it was to help him out. "I appreciate the offer, but no," he said looking down at his salad, spearing some egg and taking a bit. He'd have to deal with it at some point, but he didn't want to right then.
Cherry nodded. "I understand. If you change your mind, let me know." She didn't often make such an offer, in fact, it was more common that people begged her for help only to be refused.
Cherry nodded. "I understand. If you change your mind, let me know." She didn't often make such an offer, in fact, it was more common that people begged her for help only to be refused.
Right then Rorie wished Garret was there, he always made him feel better no matter what. Even it was just cuddling up to him and just laying there quietly. Though he was quite comfortable in the robe and hoped it was his boyfriend's, it still didn't make up for the real thing. "Okay, thank you though," he said giving her a soft smile, relaxing a bit more around her. "I don't mean to sound like an ass, but. . . Who are you?"
Cherry wasn't offended by his question. She laughed lightly and took a small bite of one of the orange slices. "I'm Cherry. Garret and I are... good friends. I'm close to Malakai as well." Her tone wasn't exactly vague, but Cherry didn't think it was a good idea to come right out and tell Rorie that she and Garret were fuck buddies. "I teach Energies and Emotions at TJS."
"I figured," Rorie nodded. It really didn't bother him about Garret's relationships with Malakai and Cherry, but it didn't mean he liked to discuss the happenings between them. "I think I have you as a teacher for one of my classes," he said blushing slightly, looking back at his egg salad, finishing his orange. Rorie wasn't exactly prude, but he wasn't out there either. Since she was a teacher, HIS teacher, it could get awkward in class and he'd rather not end up in an embarrassing situation. She was nice person though, and that was all he wanted to know about her.
Seeing Rorie's blush and detecting his emotions, Cherry smiled and offered a comforting, "Don't worry about it, sweetie. I'm not your normal teacher... in case you can't tell already." Since she was covered in tattoos, some of which were quite visible right now in her little tanktop and silk shorts, topped with wild red hair.
"I don't think there's anything normal about this school to be honest," he said, smiling slightly and chuckling. "I think as long as Garret or rather parts of Garret is not brought up for conversation, I'll be fine," he said sipping his juice She was nice and Rorie was happy not to have another encounter similar to this morning's. It made him feel even better to just have a conversation about little stuff and not have to worry about whether the other person's off their rocker or about to drag you to hell.
"I will refrain from mentioning Garret's unmentionables," Cherry promised with a giggle, pulling a foot up to rest on the edge of her seat, her arm wrapping around her knee. "I'm capable of being professional... sometimes... maybe."
"Thank you," Rorie said like it was a huge relief, playing a bit. "Really?" He chuckled, smiling more. He wasn't sure if she really wasn't working her powers on him. It did occur to him, but he pushed it aside as fast as he thought it. "Something tells me you aren't really capable of that unless you're trying extremely hard."
"Well, I suppose on what profession we're talking about. Here, hmm... maybe not so much. But I was extremely professional with my last career." Cherry munched on another slice of orange, licking her lips as a bit of the juice spilled onto them.
"Oh? What was your last career?" He asked finishing his egg salad. His fever had kept going down. A bearable heat now, he sipped his juice. Rorie had no idea what Cherry did before TJS and wasn't really ready to peg any one specific job on her. After all he'd had breakfast with a hellhound.
"I was a prostitute and stripper," she stated quite matter of factly, not at all ashamed. "I still do the stripping, sorta... I have a members only website."
Eyebrows raised, Rorie looked over at her. He wasn't one to judge and didn't really think any more or any less of her. Mostly he was quiet about it. He didn't have room to talk, buying gay porn magazines and subscribing to websites. "I bet you're real popular," he said lost for anything else. He didn't feel awkward about it, more bashful if anything.
"Oh I am!" Cherry replied proudly. "A good many residents at TjS pay good money to see me. I've given free access to a select few." Garret and Malakai. Cherry didn't tell Rorie that though. "Were you a student in a normal school before coming here? Or did you have a job?"
"Oh," Rorie said, his eyes going wide a bit. He really didn't know what to do in situations like this and Garret loved to goad him for it, making him blush. Cherry was making his cheeks turn a light pink. "I had a job," he said. "I worked at a music store my dad owned. I worked in the back loading and assembling and other odd jobs around the place."
At least the feeling of embarrassment had helped distract Rorie from his problems. That was something, right? "Are you a big music fan then? I must confess to loving 80's hair bands."
"Yeah," Rorie chuckled nodding. "I play a few instruments. The bass, guitar, drums, piano, and a bit of the violin," he said proudly. So far it was his only big accomplishment. "Yeah, I like some of them, others I can't really stand like Whitesnake," he said making a face and laughing.