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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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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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