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Chiana ([personal profile] nebaritralk) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-11-18 02:38 pm

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Enough things in the hotel are free that Chiana doesn't exactly need to steal very much. But old habits die hard, and maybe the cred will come in handy some day, when she gets out of here or when things change. Things always change, and rarely for the better; it's the way of the world. The hotel might be in its own bubble of existence, but she's pretty sure even it can't escape that universal law.

So she's been nicking things here and there, when people aren't looking - and even when they are. She's great at misdirection; she's had to learn to be, over the years.

Sometimes, people make it so frelling easy on her, too. Like right now, in the bar. The man's standing at the counter, his back to her, completely focused on his conversation with another patron. All she has to do is lift the wallet sticking out of the back pocket of his trousers; the toughest part is making sure no one's looking at her when she does, since she tends to draw a lot of attention in these mostly Earthen crowds. But she manages, she's pretty sure, and she even has the luxury of palming the cred inside and putting the wallet back where she found it, so she does just that, and sticks the notes down the side of her corset. No better place to keep her prize safe.

A carefully neutral gaze travels around the bar, making sure no one's spotted her, and she walks over to the next person leaning on the counter, giving them a sharp smile as she stops by their side. "Buy a girl a drink?"

There's no point wasting hard-earned cred on buying herself a drink when somebody else might do it for her.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-22 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Kieren's had his shot hours ago, which makes him feel a bit relieved when he sees a familiar face in the bar, amused at the insistence of him buying her a drink. He makes a show of turning out the pockets of his corduroy trousers with a sheepish shrug. "I would, only I haven't got much money." Not to mention that he doesn't really eat or drink and is only here to people-watch while he sketches.

The only trouble is that his hand keeps on shaking persistently. "Maybe you could ask really, really nicely?"
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-26 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't eat or drink," Kieren says with a shrug of his shoulders to say that it's the situation he's been handed and he's coping with it, even if some days he still wakes up craving lambchops more than anything else, drowning in mint jelly. It's been coming back more often lately, but he just thinks maybe it's because he's had time to think about it.

"I'm safe, if you're wondering," he promises. "Took my shot and got my medication on me."
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-26 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, luckily," Kieren agrees, his voice filled with relief. "Few hours after I got here, I just slipped right back to Roarton, like I was never gone. I grabbed my injection device and jammed it in my pocket." He's been sleeping with it, keeping it on him at all times, and though he's been desperate to tell someone, he's kept it secret from everyone.

He goes red in the face, coughing awkwardly. "I uh, I haven't exactly tried."
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-28 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing that Kieren can't blush, because if he could, he'd be red in the face. "He's PDS, like me," he admits, which makes it a bit strange and difficult to sort of go about the whole sex thing. "We kiss, we touch," he says, but this is the part that he's wary to admit and a bit uncomfortable, besides. "I've never really had sex with anyone."

He'd killed himself before he got that chance and, well, now look at him.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-29 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"We haven't exactly tried," he says, in the most humiliated shame that he's been in for ages, given that he doesn't even talk about this with...well, he hadn't with Amy, but only because he hadn't wanted to hurt her and then she'd been gone. "I know there's PDS girls who did it, but I don't know if I could. We haven't gotten to the point of trying."

Though, he'd like to. He really would like to get there.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-02 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't exactly tried," Kieren is starting to get more than a little flustered, his eyes wide and a strangled sound in his throat. "I don't think I can? No?" Except recently, and only recently, there's been times when he thinks of Simon and there's something like a reaction going on. He can barely notice it, but it's something.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-02 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"My heart doesn't exactly beat," is what he says, which is probably why he hasn't exactly been able to feel much in the way of physical interest. Emotions, though, and adoration and crushes? Now those are all too easy to feel along with heartbreak and love, and he knows of those thanks to Rick Macy.

"What sort of other ways are there, if you haven't got blood?"
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-03 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
That makes Kieren actually laugh so hard that it aches a bit (well, it would ache, but he doesn't feel it). "I'm not sure 'getting Kieren Walker able to have sex' is on any scientist's priority list," he jokes dryly, but he sits patiently as she breathes on him, raising his brows and thinks that this is definitely like Amy.

She's probably proud, wherever she is.

"Nope," he says, shaking his head. "Don't feel a thing."
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Because I can somehow remember what it was like to touch and kiss before," he manages with a shrug of his shoulders. She's right. It's not like when he kisses or touches Simon that he can feel it, but there's some sense memory involved in all of it. "I know what to expect, so I can kind of tell my brain what it ought to be feeling."
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-04 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm dead?" Kieren reminds her with a shrug. "Getting hurt isn't exactly high on my list of worries, seeing as it can't exactly do much to me," is what he thinks, given that he'd have to get in real trouble in order to honestly get hurt.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-06 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm kind of pretty dead," Kieren admits. "I can talk because of the drugs and the moving bit...well, okay, that one's a bit up in the air because I still don't know how or why I rose," he admits, though he's absolutely aware that Simon, the other disciples, and every other person on Earth has their own stories and versions. "It sort of...just does nothing? I accidentally impaled my best friend and she just blinked and moved on."

And then there's Simon's spine.

No man should be able to walk with a wound like that, and yet Simon doesn't seem to be affected at all.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-07 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"My heart doesn't beat, I'm fairly sure that qualifies as dead," he says incredulously, but has the feeling that no matter what argument he pulls out, it isn't exactly going to end in his favour. He shuffles in his stool, laughing as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't mind being dead, you know. PDS," he clarifies. "Whatever you want to call it. After all these years, I've adjusted."
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-12-08 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose so," he admits, because he still feels and aches and hurts. No matter how much he wishes, sometimes, that being undead would stop the emotions, he's grateful for them. "I can still feel love. Loads of guilt," he assures. "So I guess maybe I'm technically dead, but plenty human."