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Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-08 10:57:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, day 06, experiment, jenny schecter, location: theatre, locke lamora

Day 6: Expirimentation
Who: Jenny Schecter & Locke Lamora
What: Day 6: Experiment
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Theater, on stage
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe - language probably, non-sexual nudity)
Status: Active

Jenny felt so warm. Deliciously warm and she smiled even before she thought about opening her eyes. She wanted to burrow down beneath the covers even further and forget the entire nightmare she'd had of the glass cage and the strange people. She must have dozed in her trailer in between takes because she knew she'd already woken up this morning. She felt well-rested and comfortable, drowsy and perfect. Beautiful golden sunlight streamed across her face and she turned from her back to her side in a languorously fluid movement.

Then her fingertips grazed skin. She smiled and snuggled in closer. "Mmm, you stayed," she murmured to Nikki and realized that the two of them must not have gotten up at all today. She was surprised that Tina hadn't burst in blathering about responsibility. This was heavenly and Jenny was not about to give it up just yet. "What time is it?" she purred, her eyes fluttering open slowly to the sight of her blanket-covered sweetheart turned away, sleeping still. She smiled and leaned up slightly to kiss Nikki's neck to awaken her and then froze. "What. The. Fuck."

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-08 03:27 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't hard to imagine the shock he felt at seeing her. It was the same shock she felt upon realizing she was in bed with a man. Scooting backward, clutching the blanket to her naked chest as more of a deterrent from his possibly seeing the scars on her skin than of any sort of need to be modest. She was comfortable with her body but this was a little bit much. Men were the cause of most of her problems and she was not about to give him any kind of fuel for later on when he'd calmed enough to begin demeaning her for her self-inflicted wounds.

Her expression hardened slightly and she arched her dark browns together as he asked what she thought she was doing. "I woke up just a minute ago. I'm not doing anything but what the fuck did you do to me? Oh I just bet you're the one who drugged me and dragged me to this godforsaken glass cage! For what? So I could be your little toy? Well not me, thanks."

She stood then, yanking the blanket away from him and backed away, seething. Shannon had been right. Experimentation. This was a really sick place and whoever he was, he wasn't anyone she recognized. Her anger wasn't holding though. The initial shock had propelled her into a furious response but the further away she backed, the more she felt herself beginning to tremble. She had no idea what was happening to her anymore and no way to protect herself. Jenny was suddenly terrified of the vast possibilities in this place. Her eyes went wide as her face paled past its usual soft, translucent shade.

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richercleverer
2009-05-08 04:18 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yes! That's exactly it!" Locke had a difficulty holding onto his temper at the best of moments - and this most certainly was not his best moment. He could feel his voice rising as he spoke and his expression darkened as he climbed to his feet. Scrawny in just about every sense and bearing his own scars, he held the vague knowledge that he likely appeared rather comical - but his frustration at near everything that had happened since he had awakened in this place seemed to want to rush forward and he found that he could do little to reign back his tongue. "I schemed and plotted all along to drag some piece of fluff I know absolutely nothing about to some world that's completely alien to me so that I could use her as a toy for my desires. You know, the scheme would have worked out fine, too, if not for the fact that I somehow got myself trapped here right along with you."

All the anger seemed to leave him at once and Locke deflated. He slumped to sit on the floor and stared blankly at the pattern of the boards of the stage. Some part of his mind, that which didn't want to deal with any of this, marveled at the fact that he had apparently managed to have relations after this long - but the rest of him was too busy brooding to take any notice or amusement. All sewn up. He was all sewn up in a completely foreign situation and, to make matters sweeter, it seemed he didn't even have exact control over his own actions.

"Gods, I'm getting so sick of this," Locke muttered under his breath. Shifting his attention, he finally took notice of how pale and distant the woman had grown and he felt foolish for how he had initially reacted. He lifted his voice to address her but he couldn't quite manage any expression beyond a dull neutral. "Listen, I'm being stupid and I shouldn't have said that. This whole situation is shit - but I doubt you had anything to do with it."

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-11 08:08 am UTC (link)

Jenny's expression of terror continued in spite of his nasty little rant. He said everything that anyone who had been caught in the middle of doing exactly what she had accused him of would say. That was the biggest problem with this place. Shannon said she needed someone to protect her but how could you trust anyone when any one of them could be one of them? She regretted having spoken to him at all then and resolved to keep her mouth shut about anything but the task at hand if she could help it. The task at hand being getting dressed and finding somewhere else to be other than here with a strange, naked man.

She watched as he seemed to drain and realized that either he was the best actor she'd ever met or he was actually a lot like her. Which seemed strange so she opted for the former and pulled the blanket tighter around her slender form. "You're sick of this?" she asked. "This is the second time someone has drugged me and I've woken up in a strange place near a strange man. Albeit the first man wasn't naked but what the fuck?" She could hear her voice trembling and wanted to stomp her foot because it was so stupid.

"Who are you?" she asked flatly, her voice as emotionless as she could make it inspite of the tremble. Her eyes flitted around the features, never straying from his face but not in the way one might force themself not to look at someone naked for fear of being rude. Faces, especially eyes, always held for Jenny the clues to the person's inner thoughts and intentions. If they showed something of interest to her, then and only then would the body be of interest.

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richercleverer
2009-05-11 11:54 am UTC (link)

"Quite sick of it, to be frank," Locke agreed dully. Just how many times had it been that he'd had to wake up in a strange place either tied up or naked or writhing in pain? That wasn't even counting the other times that he simply found himself under the weight of the machinations of someone else - someone who believed that they were more clever than the godsdamned Thorn of Camorr. The novelty of being used was wearing quite thin and he certainly wouldn't be sad when the trend came to an end. He glanced up curiously at the woman when she mentioned that she'd been through all of this once before but a moment of prudence gave him the grace not to press for details. Instead, he managed another wan smile as he shrugged his narrow shoulders. "What the fuck might be exactly it, madame. I can't really guess who might be behind this but I do think it would be safe to assume that he or she rather enjoys watching."

He didn't flinch under her close scrutiny. Rather, he took the moment to search her face and posture for the little clues that could tell him just how to best handle the situation. As for his own features, he had already begun to slide easily into the persona he had chosen and his expression reflected this. Superficially, his pale gray eyes showed only a polite sort of puzzlement but the mind behind the eyes could never be entirely obscured. "Leocanto Kosta," he introduced himself with a slight incline of his head. "And what might I call you?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-11 12:10 pm UTC (link)

His facial expression seemed to cycle through a few emotions, some of which were too fast for Jenny to catch. But maybe she was just reading into things. He almost seemed to mirror her mood and mannerisms which was a little unsettling to her. And he'd called her 'madame?' The niceties of language of a gentleman from somewhere far removed from the here and now and the United States of America that was for damned sure. Jenny canted her head, dark hair spilling across part of her face almost demurely, a move she had used to both conceal true fear or tempt in the past. Right now it was meant to convey the fact that she was unsure and hoping he had more answers than she did right now.

"Madame?" she asked, her tone elevating with slight interest now. "I'm sure they do enjoy watching. What do you suppose they expected us to do? Or," and Jenny swallowed hard against the bile rising at the thought that she might have done something she didn't remember with this man, "what do you suppose we did?"

Still wary of him, having seen exactly what she should have seen from someone who did not want her to believe him to be responsible for this situation, Jenny nibbled her lower lip for a moment. She was building strength into her face and her voice so that it did not tremble when she spoke this time. "Jennifer Schecter," she answered, bunching the blanket into one fist so she could extend her hand for him to shake. "Most people call me Jenny. Nice to meet you, Leocanto Kosta."

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richercleverer
2009-05-11 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Locke - or Leo, as he was becoming accustomed to being - watched the woman curiously. It could be said that he was a student of unspoken languages, of understanding what it implied when one stood like this or held their expression like that - and he was having only the slightest of problems in reading that this woman before him. Unfortunately, all he could read from her was that she was every bit as confused and put off by the situation as he and that did very little to help him solve the mystery of the how and why of their current dilemma. If there was thing that he hated more than being sewn up, then it had to be not being able to tell just how he had gotten caught.

"Ah, forgive me. I didn't take you for a lady of standing but I will mind my tongue in the future, should such be the case," Leo responded fluidly to her elevated tone and he even added as much of a bow as could be offered from his current sitting position. Indeed, Locke was beginning to fade once more into Leo. "Forgive my presuming, madame, but there are only a small number of things which could have transgressed to allow for the eventuality of the both of us awakening as we did." He did nothing to keep his own doubt from reflecting in his tone as he spoke but he did make the effort to keep his true opinion from showing - instead covering all with a slight show of embarrassment. "Why they would wish such a thing from us..." He allowed his voice to trail away as he shrugged. The shrug was meant to convey a sort of helpless confusion but he couldn't quite keep a hint of bitterness from intruding.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jenny," he responded as he pulled himself to his feet. Knowing that it would be proper for the persona he was putting forward, he acted a bit shy of revealing his naked body to her again but he didn't refuse her offered hand. "Please, you only need to call me Leo, if it will be easier for you. I know my name can be a bit of a mouthful."

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-12 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Jenny stared at him blankly for a long moment before her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A lady of standing? No, I... I think you and I must be from very different times." She had to work to not imitate the gentility of his tone and speech. She had the inclination to call him "sir" and curtsey or some other such nonsense that would have made her feel even more foolish than she did now, standing with the blanket wrapped around her while he was forced to be naked. He didn't seem to mind though.

Jenny felt her respect for this guy begin to grow. There was something to be said for someone who was comfortable with himself, especially when it was not all that warm and he was at the disadvantage. At least, that was how she saw it. But she was not about to offer him the blanket.

"I'm from Los Angeles. Um California. And it's the year 2008 there. There are no ladies of standing and chilvary is definitely dead."

She found herself fighting, unsuccessfully, against a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She took his hand and shook it gently but was suddenly unsure if a man who spoke the way he did would shake a hand or kiss it. It made her feel unsettled and she laughed lightly to mask her discomfort.

"Well, Leo, just what exactly do you think happened? I'm not sure and I don't know if I want to guess either."

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richercleverer
2009-05-12 08:02 pm UTC (link)

Leo just barely managed to swallow a bitter laugh in response to her statement about the two of them coming from far distant times. He also just barely managed to keep the polite smile at his lips as he struggled against the bitter ache of knowing that it was entirely possible that he'd never again encounter another who knew of anything which was familiar or dear to him. "Ah, in that, I believe you're likely more right than you know," he responded smoothly. "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised in the least to find that both our whens and our wheres are quite different, indeed."

A small part of his bitterness was waylaid by the fact that the woman seemed to be beginning to relax a bit around him - and that, in turn, allowed Leo to feel a little bit less tense. The realization that the only immediate danger was perhaps freezing to death in his current state of undress gave him back a bit of his lost dignity - which, in turn, made it easier for him to not do anything as foolish as to ask for part of the blanket which she had claimed for herself.

"Los Angeles, California in the year 2008," Leo echoed with as close to good humor as he could manage. "I fear those words mean little to me - aside that I believe I heard of a place like that from one of the other captives of this place. I would imagine, then, that the worlds Tel Verrar or Camorr in the year of Aza Guila would mean little to you?"

Though a simple handshake would have done, Locke found himself rather inspired by the fact that the beginnings of a smile seemed to be shaping her lips - because of this, he couldn't quite resist bending over her hand and lightly pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Conjecture would be just that - I can do little more than guess as my memories of the evening before seem to be a touch...fuzzy." He dropped his eyes quickly and glanced to the side in what was meant to be read as a show of embarrassment - even if it was more truly a show of frustration. Normally, he could only find such uncertainty at the bottom of a bottle and it annoyed him that his memories were floating just out of reach without the aid of the Captain. "Perhaps it would be best for us not to play with the temptation of guessing? It might be safest for us to keep our feet firmly on the ground instead of leaping to the first answer."

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dont_f_withme
2009-05-13 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Jenny felt suddenly a bit self-conscious. Out of her depth with him. He was very gentle, sure of himself but not arrogant, and he had a sweetness under it all that she hadn't encountered in a very long time. Not since she'd first met Tim... She smiled fleetingly at him and then laughed softly. "No, you're right. They don't mean anything to me." She sort of wished they did though. If only to find more people who would be so pleasing in spite of whatever unfortunate situation they found themselves in.

"You're right. I don't think I want to know if they made us do something we wouldn't have normally done. If we can't remember it, it didn't happen. Right?" She felt herself let go of the final thread of what she thought she'd been trying to unravel in him - the plot to their being here naked together. She could believe now, fully, that he had nothing to do with it. Maybe that had to do with his charming accent or his proper manners toward a lady. Albeit a lady far above her own morality level but she could almost imagine she was that good when he spoke to her.

"I- here," she said and sidled up to him, offering him a corner of the blanket and not looking to see if he took it or not. She could not in good conscience make this man stand around naked when it was so obviously not the fault of either one of them that they were in this situation. Her eyes held amusement at the situation and a warmth in them as she looked off into the rafters of the ruined theater. She wanted to smile but it seemed like the wrong time to do so.

"We should try to find something to wear. Or our own clothes. Maybe they're hidden in the rows?"

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