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Post by Lothy on Apr 3, 2011 22:10:02 GMT -5
 RP Info:
Private or Open?: Private.
Fast, Casual or Slow?: Casual.
Involved: Lothy and PD.
Characters: Aleksandra Gavrillo-Jeno & Henry Summers. Slight Hunter Costello-Nightingale . Other characters to possibly join later.
Summary: Starts aboard the Dionysus and from there can go anywhere.
Aleks moved slowly through the doorway, passing him as she went. She looked around the cabin and bit her lip, turning back to him as she heard his question. She met his eyes, the pain in hers obvious. She sighed.
“I guess it is, yes.” She said, moving to look down at her hands that were still shaking. She looked back up and around herself again, noticing the haphazard manner in which the bed sheets lay and the lateness (or earliness depending on ones view on it) of the hour suddenly struck her.
“I'm sorry,” Her head snapped upward to his face again. “You were sleeping, I shouldn't have disturbed you. I-” She didn't know what else to say. She shivered once again, the black, sleeveless waistcoat she wore doing nothing to keep off the chill of the night. She swallowed and brushed a strand of ink black hair from her face shaking her head, thoughts a mess. What was she even doing here, with him of all people? Yes they got along a lot better than before but it still did not mean that night time visits to his cabin were appropriate. Before she could stop herself she had opened her mouth and let the words tumble out.
“I did it again, I let him worm his way in, trick me, fool me, use me. Why do I keep going back to him Henry?” She looked him straight in the eyes, body shaking again and lip quivering. “And why is it you I come to now?”
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Post by PD on Apr 5, 2011 22:23:13 GMT -5
Still trying to decide whether this was a peculiar dream or waking reality, Henry turned to watch as she entered, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as he slipped the door shut with a click.
“Nah,” he brought his arm back down, attempting to wave off her words, “I wasn’t really sleeping… just…” falls silent, “just… lying there.” As the words came from his lips he found himself wondering why he said them. Why did he care to make her feel better about her intrusion? Why had he even opened his door to her in the first place? “Are you, uh, are you cold, Ms. Jenko?” he moved toward her, taking his overcoat from the back of the desk chair and offering it to her. It was made of a fine, warm wool, a little too warm to wear during the balmy Caribbean days but at night… well, then it was quite comfortable.
He was taken aback, standing there gaping for a second as she boldly questioned him. How did she expect him to respond to that? He pulled his hand back, folding his overcoat over his arm and just stared at her for a second, fiddling with one of the coat's intricate buttons absently. “Oh?” he met her eyes. “I wouldn’t know the answer to any of those…” he trailed off, “but I certainly do not understand your attraction to him. Will you... have a seat…” he pulled over the wooden chair, unsure of why he was offering it to her. If nothing else, Hunter had probably sent her over to scope him out, find the perfect place to back stab him, as it were. Regardless, the gentleman in him persisted in forcing him to help the distressed lady.
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Post by Lothy on Apr 24, 2011 8:45:48 GMT -5
She watched him sadly before taking the offered seat, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them before biting her lip. He seemed uncomfortable, which of course was only right given her intrusion... and at such a later hour. She shook her head faintly.
“I should not be here. This is improper and rude and...” She trailed off, looking down at her hands and shaking her head again. “I do not think the Company is the right place for me, anymore.” She looked up at him again, her face weary. “In fact I think I am leaving. No, I am leaving, when we next make port. I shall inform Costello in the morning and set my affairs straight, or as straight as they can be, at least.”
She stood again and nodded to him. “I thank you for your kindness, Mr. Summers, but I fear I am not myself tonight. I shall retire and leave you in peace I think.” She smiled bravely at him and she caught his eyes. She only meant the connection to last for a moment, but found herself suddenly unable to break it, unable to look away. She swallowed and took in a steady breath.
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Post by PD on Apr 24, 2011 20:49:46 GMT -5
He continued to maintain a safe distance from her as well as the chair, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his coat. “No,” he lurched toward her before stopping himself and falling silent, standing where he stopped. “I mean,” again she forced him into silence as she continued speaking about the Company and leaving it. He could tell in her eyes that this was serious and she wasn’t here simply because of an order Costello had given. Henry chewed on his lower lip and nodded slowly. “Leaving?” Henry’s face darkened slightly and his gaze drifted away from her as he considered his own thoughts on the matter of leaving. He had, in fact, considered it… fact was, he didn’t have it in him. He couldn’t stand the thought of Beckett and the rest of the Company looking down on him for any reason. More than that, however, he couldn’t stand the thought of losing all he had worked for, losing his position, losing what wealth and name he had. That was all he had. To lose it, well, it would be almost worse than death.
Again he went over to her as she stood. “Don’t you think you should consider this, Ms. Jenko?” his face was grave as he took in her face. “I mean, leaving… it isn’t quite so simple. His eye caught hers and they held each others’ gaze for longer than a moment. His head tilted to the side slightly as he saw her walls barely starting to come down. “Do you think this is best?” it was the only thing that came to his mind and he regretted saying it the moment it leaked out of his mouth. It was a foolish question and there were so many more that were more worthy of being said.
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