Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 26, 2013 13:00:34 GMT -5
Craig sighed at her question. He thought over it carefully before speaking his mind. "No, I'm not 100% sure... but I'm pretty sure that no one ever is when it comes to something so personal. I'm also sure you weren't lying about what this man's done to you and frankly, he's a jackass for it. Not to mention these stalker-like activities. I mean, really, how'd he know you and I were in Reno in the first place? Let alone at the hospital and jail? Besides," he added, "It's not like it's going to make me flee the country... that's already happening."
Craig sunk into the bed, eyes still on Rae. "What about you? Are you sure you want to go through with this? You've obviously come to this conclusion before, so what? Do you want to do it? Doesn't he deserve it? For destroying your life as extensively as he has?" Craig backed off, waiting for her response, not wanting to overdo it. He bided his time waiting for her reply by twiddling with a loose thread (one of many) on the comforter. This was a big decision and he waited patiently, set on saying nothing more until she did.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 26, 2013 13:34:54 GMT -5
I’m also sure you weren’t lying about what this man’s done to you…
She shook her head, trembling a little bit as she swallowed down the bile in her throat. Straightening from the dogs side she let Eli settled on the foot of the bed with Craig and spoke softly; “No, I wasn’t lying.” She told him, and listened to what he had to say, letting him finish. Letting him explain that he was running away anyway…
Doesn’t he deserve it?...
Rae came into the room finally, sitting on the bed beside him, playing with her fingernails for a moment before her gentle British voice sounded once more, in its shy, sweet way; “My father died.” She told him, giving him just a little more of her story than he already knew. “When I was thirteen, he was killed by daemons and my mother, myself and my little brother Caleb moved from England- our home on the waterfront in Chelsea-“ her voice seemed almost dreamy for a moment and she smiled as she thought about her home.
“-to here- Chicago.” The smile was gone and she glanced at him, she didn’t want his pity after all that wasn’t the reason she was telling him. Rae was trying to explain why she wanted him dead, why she wanted an end to this and why she wasn’t strong enough to do this; not as strong as she wanted to be. “The first time he- I was sleeping on the sofa in his place, my mom and Caleb shared the spare room. The first time; it was late and he came home and sat with me on the sofa; tried to talk to me about things, school, boys, and my life. His hand on my leg…he unbuttoned his pants and pushed my hand inside his trousers…He made me- made me-” The words choked up in her throat and she sat, silent for a moment, then shook her head, shaking the image away. Rae closed her eyes, letting out a long, slow, sigh.
“I want him dead, I want him to feel as useless and as weak and pathetic as he made me feel.”
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Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 26, 2013 20:42:26 GMT -5
Craig remained quiet as she spoke, listening to her tale of her father being murdered by Daemons and leaving her family to their own devices. She took a bit of an unexpected turn by explaining the first time her uncle had made a move and then spelling out her hatred for Taron. That could be dangerous, Craig thought.
"If one were to do this," Craig started slowly, "One would need to do so in a fashion that did not drag out anything into a debacle, lest it lengthen the amount of time it require to get away from such a scene." Craig looked at Rae, feeling a tad sympathetic to her desire to dominate over her uncle, but knowing they could get them caught or killed. Craig narrowed his eyes for a moment as he opened his mouth to speak further. "You understand, Rae?" he asked gently.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 31, 2013 14:51:40 GMT -5
Rae didn’t know how to handle the feelings inside her, it was impossible for her to contain the ugly bubbling feelings inside her stomach that made her feel sick and twisted and grotesque. She hated the feeling, but ultimately, he was asking to know, they couldn’t discuss the ins and outs of her need to murder and destroy the man who had torture her for so long. She couldn’t draw him into this mess that was her personal life without being honest with him. Of course, she didn’t want to give him the gory details- there was no need to make him uncomfortable, was there?
“I understand.” She said, quietly, “but I can’t agree to that…” Her eyes flitted from him to the bedding to her finger nails and then finally to the dog that sat in beside them, wagging his tail. Eli seemed oblivious to everything around him, and he rose, sauntered to the door and scratched at it, asking for a walk. Rae wondered if it was because he needed a bathroom or if it was because he could actually feel the distress in her whole body. They always walked when she was thinking or distressed.
She sighed and shook her head, cupping her face in her hands sadly; “I’m sorry, his being dead isn’t enough…he has to feel it, Craig. Please-“Her voice wobbled momentarily, “-deaths too good for him…he deserves more than that…” Tears rolled down her eyes, she couldn’t stop them as she bit down the urge to try and persuade him using the dark pictures in her head.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Feb 10, 2013 21:15:02 GMT -5
Craig's face turned into a scowl and he closed his eyes while shaking his head. Re-opening his eyes to set sternly on her own, he said firmly, "No way. I'm already on the run. You said he was some sort of Hunter and hearing of all these talents he has, he's dangerous to boot. I'm not going to endanger myself any more than is necessary. Besides, if we get delayed at all, it could result in us getting caught by the police."
Craig looked her over briefly in pause, unlikely to waiver. It was as he had just made his mind to not get involved in this that he thought of the blood he'd gathered and the danger it had presented even to a Daemon. Craig's brow raised and his eyes wandered as he thought out his train of thought. He was lost for a moment to the world, clearly wondering away at something before his idea-lit eyes snapped back to Rae. "Unless we could inject him with a toxin of some sort." His eyes narrowed as he finished, "Which we already have some of; blood." Craig shrugged suggestively and he spread his arms in presentation. "You could find a tranquilizer dart of decent size," he gestured one hand and then the other, "Or you could inject him in his sleep." Craig weighed the options in his hands, considering them against the other. "Though, I think being able to just shoot him with a tranq would be better," Craig concluded with a nod, "Safer."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 11, 2013 13:39:53 GMT -5
This felt like a game of tease the donkey, it felt like he was dangling a carrot in front of her and then taking it away at the last possible moment. He put this idea in her head, asked her if she wanted to do it, assumed she would and now he wouldn’t let her enjoy it. How was that fair? How was that kind of him? She felt his body tense, felt his face scrunch with each muscle of repulsion and she looked down at her hands, trembling. She’d expected too much, had asked for too much of her friend; it was selfish of her to think him unfair when in fact she was being unfair to him. Everything that had happened to Craig had been her fault.
Her eyes came up, full of sadness as he spoke once more; “Toxin.” She repeated, almost robotic, the world around her felt destroyed and shattered, she felt like she was so swamped with these ugly thoughts that it was impossible for her think. Even breathing, such a simple and automated task seemed difficult and challenging for her in that moment. Slowly, she nodded, agreeing with him. It didn’t settle the destructive want in her head, but it was better than nothing.
“Then you’ll take me with you?” She asked him, shyly. “When you run?”
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Post by Craig Jamerson on Feb 12, 2013 9:44:39 GMT -5
Craig chuckled at the girl's quiet question in surprise. "Yes, I suppose if you want to come with me, you can," he answered her. "I actually sort of hoped you would," he said, revealing himself a little more. Craig sighed, suddenly tired. He plopped onto the bed beside her with a mild bounce. Now seated next to her, he stretched his arms, loosening his tired muscles up. His eyes were red with exhaustion and his face seemed to take on a bedraggled look after the disagreement. "It's not easy, I'm sure," Craig said flatly as he laid his left hand on her right shoulder. "I've never thought about killing my relatives - not seriously. I'm sorry for how hard this is." Craig squeezed her shoulder gently. It was odd, giving solace to this girl, comforting her for a murder she intended to commit. He'd only met her relatively recently and only a couple times at that. Somehow, though, he felt like their lives were being forced into the path of the other repeatedly. Her talents with computers and her work as a Hunter had been necessary for him to become aware of a murderous Vampyre that had him in his sights. His need to flee the country as a result of their last escapade had opened him up to committing a dark act; he was leaving anyways, right? In turn, it would be his talents that would end the greatest problem in Rae's life. Not to mention the different ways they had had each others' back back at an old diner outside of Reno with shitty service.
Craig smiled a moment, feeling a sense of peace before his mind allowed him no more rest. As the moment arrived, he sprang to his feet and whirled about to speak to her, "Alright, you acquire a dart. The sooner, the better -- so we can get out of this place without increasing our odds of running into the law. I've got the tools required from my end, soooooo...." Craig trailed the vowel into non-existence as he turned and retrieved his laptop from his laptop bag. Sitting beside her again, he opened the laptop, entered the password and handed it over to her. "If you need to order a gun or dart offline or contact someone, feel free to use this," he offered. "If you need a ride, the keys are beside the T.V."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 16, 2013 9:15:37 GMT -5
For a moment he looked peaceful, like he would rest and then was up on his feet around, talking of plans. She had enjoyed his sense of calm and found it soothing but as always he felt back on that indecisive need to plan. He had done this before, shot orders and ideas at her, before it had been him on the tail end of a vampire, now it was for her benefit. She watched him, barely listening to the words that were coming out of his mouth, but smiling as she realised, sadly, how worn he was. Once again, his dilapidated appearance was staring her right in the eyes.
Eli paced around him as he darted around the place, speaking so quickly, the dog excited by the tones of Craig’s voice and he generally got underfoot.
He handed her his laptop and she looked down at the keys for a moment, looking at the screen for a long time. There was a flicker of confusion across her features and Rae, very carefully placed the laptop onto the ground. Her eyes came back to him and she turned to face him a little more. “When was the last time you slept?” She asked him, ignoring his demands for her to act, just for a moment.
Eli, realising it wasn’t walkies time, whined and came to lay by their feet once more.
“Why don’t you rest for a while, Craig? All this…planning…it can wait for an hour or so while you get some rest.” .
Post by Craig Jamerson on Feb 24, 2013 11:44:47 GMT -5
Craig shrugged wearily at her question. "I don't know... two nights ago?" he supplied, sounding more unsure than he truthfully was. "But it doesn't matter. I've got a dark destiny clawing at my heels and it's name is life in prison without parole. There's too much to figure out before this goes down for rest. Like what's the outlay of Taron's house? What kind of security does the place have? Any dogs or other attack creatures? When does he typically sleep? Is he a heavy or light sleeper? There are scores of questions we could talk about and sleeping isn't going to solve any of these problems." Craig shook his head resolutely and concluded, "No, I'm not going to be sleeping for a little while longer."
Craig did, however, make himself more comfortable; opting for pillowed headboard supporting him than nothing. The pillow sunk perfectly, making Craig warm as he made yet another suggestion. "You know..." he began. "We could acquire a tranquilizer dart and knock dear old uncle out. Then you could tie him up somewhere and have your fun without any real danger." Though he was still trying to get out of this nation quickly, he figured she couldn't take more than 30 minutes messing with the old guy. Probably closer to ten, anyways. Probably. Or maybe 15 minutes. Hell, he could get a lot done in five. Just five minutes and... and...
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 26, 2013 14:54:30 GMT -5
He was quickly asleep and Rae watched him for a moment, she reached out and touched his hair from his forehead, then Rae lent over and kissed the top of his head. She had never…cared about someone as much as she had him, not since her brother was killed. But this, it was different from that. Caleb was her family, her little brother, her heart; Craig…she owed him, wanted to protect him…cared for him and was in pain because of the ill-bringing she had caused him. She did not understand the feelings inside her, and as Rae straightened, only to rise from the bed where he rested, she sighed to herself and shook her head.
If she had a shred of maturity about her she would leave now, let him return to what he could salvage of his life. She had already done enough to ruin it, any time he spent with her was more time he was ruining, more time he was wasting; he could just run and be done with it. But Rae did not run, she could not bring herself to run. Instead, she went to his laptop and did as he bid her to do. She opened her email and contacted an old friend of her fathers- this man had been sending her supplies... he was in Chicago, and would leave little parcels for Rae at the Art Institute where she liked to spend her free time.
Her email sent quickly, the dart gun request in place, along with a few other things. And instantly she had a reply, asking her to give him and hour before it would be ready for pick up- there was also an instruction on where she should make the payment. She did not question his method, nor were questions asked of her.
Closing the laptop once more, she left Eli on the bed with Craig and hoped he didn’t mind her using his shower. She wanted to wash the day away.
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