Izzy Montoya @ 9:02PM
It started at 3am, Sunday morning. She was jolted from a dead sleep, unable to pinpoint what it was that woke her. It had taken her long enough to get to sleep, long enough to drink herself into a state that would allow her to finally get some semblance of rest that waking up a mere two hours later did not bode well.
It took her a bit to realize there were voices. Echoes. And she furrowed her brow as she scrubbed a hand over her face and reached for her cigarettes. She shouldn’t hear them now – there’s no reason too. She has to concentrate and…
…they haven’t shut up.
She never did get back to sleep. Monday was more of the same. At work, she seemed on edge – but she is always on edge, at least she has been since the breakup. She handles her business like she always does, demanding complete compliance from her crew, and working her ass off to raise the bar in the SFPD Homicide division. She is singleminded in that goal, and pushes her team to work as hard as she does.
So it is now, on Monday night, she is parked outside what was so briefly her home, a place she had dared to think might give her the first real taste of normal that she’s ever had. She was wrong. She hates to be wrong. She is leaning on the front fender of her car, lighting a cigarette with shaky fingers. She’s not even sure why she’s here – why she chose to come and torture herself with the view of what once was, what could have been, what he refused to believe in. The only excuse she has is a little bottle of pills she’d left in the medicine cabinet.
But she still hasn’t gotten u the nerve to knock.
| Derek (8:11:58 PM): | A car arrives during that time, slowing down and she can see Derek looking at her with a surprised expression. he hadn’t expected to see her there. The car enters the driveway and gets out, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, looking more tanned than he had been before leaving. Not exactly beach tan, but definitely outdoor tan. “Good evening Izzy” He say, walking to the trunk of the car and getting his luggage out. “What brings you here?” He says, moving closer “Want to come in?” If she says yes, he lead her to the door and opens it for her, letting her in then stepping inside. Nothing has changed and it doesn’t smell differently either..except there’s less of her scent around. |
| Izzy (8:18:05 PM): | He looks surprised, and she doesn’t let her expression change, at all. Carefully neutral – something he’s seen before when she’s dealing with questions she has zero intention of answering, usually by a superior. She takes a deep drag, and when he says good evening, she replies only with, “Anderson.” It is the only greeting, and testament to how far she’s removed herself from the situation, from him. The walls he worked so tirelessly to break through, breakdown, are going up again, brick by brick by brick.
She broke her rules. She doesn’t want to come in, but she pushes away from the car and follows him anyway. “I need my pills.” It is the only reason she is here. She hadn’t needed them for so long, it’s likely he’d forgotten they were there, and what they were for – heavy doses of sleeping meds, to allow her to rest when she can no longer function. He has known her to ignore the fact she needs them until she literally cannot fuction. That she needs them now is not a good sign. That she dared come here at this time of night to get them, to come here at all, is a very bad sign indeed. |
| Derek (8:23:06 PM): | Anderson….He shakes his head at the use of his family name. It seem like she truly didn’t want anything to do with him. Once inside, he put the luggage down and turn to look at her
“Well, they’re where you left them” He simply says, moving deeper into the house “i’d offer you a beer but I expect you want to be away as soon as possible” He does get himself one and then calls to her “Having troubel sleeping?” |
| Derek (8:23:12 PM): | (sorry slightly more) |
| Derek (8:25:57 PM): | He’s not entirely surprised. She had troubel before she met him and well now, she mgiht have some still. She took the break up hard, not that it’s a walk in the park for him.
Yet, he knew it was coming from his family and from Penelope’s warning. It took her a little more by surprised. And with other Fangs in the city..like the ambiguous cowboy and others he heard about, well chances are, someone would have stopped them forcefully and Izzy might have been in troubel..him too. Sometime doing right by some people…is just wrong for you and others. |
| Izzy (8:31:11 PM): | He shakes his head, as if he’s surprised. That he has the audacity to be so brings a slight smirk to her face. He knew she had no time for cowards. That he chose to be one about something so important.. well. He has no reason to be surprised at all. She never would have chosen them over him. Ever.
She pauses as she steps inside, and almost physically recoils as the voices slam into her.. not from recently, not them, no one she knows but echoes of time before time, ancient and raw, and loud, so very loud. She grips the doorframe for a moment, before forcing herself the rest of the way into the room. He doesn’t off her a beer, and she doesn’t reply. She just moves to the bathroom, shakily, and rifles through the cabinet, knocking over a couple other bottles in her haste to find the perscription. She’s not even sure they will help – she just knows she has to shut. them. up. She goes so far as to try and open the bottle right then and there – despite the fact she still has to drive back to her shoebox apartment. She doesn’t have much faith that they will work, after all… but if she can just lower it to a dullroar…. She drops the bottle before she can get it open, it clatters to the sink, and she grabs the edge of the counter and closes her eyes, trying to make them be quiet… just stop, just… stop… |
| Derek (8:37:19 PM): | He hears the noises and moves to the bathroom, watching her. She really doesn’t seem to be doing that well. He steps insideand put the beer he had with him on her right side, on the counter “Beer on your right” He simply says as he start picking up the various things she has knocked down.
He finds her bottle and pop the lid for her “Here’s your pills.” His blue eyes look at her “What’s wrong Montoya?” He asks with concerns. Whatever she thinks of him, he still cared for her. Nothing had changed really..except that..some people stepped between them and duty asked for him to listen. |
| Derek (8:38:17 PM): | (site is back if you want to return to it..or here is fine..as you wish) |
| Izzy (8:38:45 PM): | (may as well keep here – so it’ll be one transcript length instead of more *L*) |
| Derek (8:39:10 PM): | (ok) |
| Izzy (8:45:02 PM): | Everything had changed. He didn’t care *enough*. Everything changed because they merely asked and he caved like a paper boat in a rippling puddle. He gave up without a fight, gave her up without a thought. Nothing may have changed for him – but he broke her. He likely will never understand the damage hes done… not completely.
He sets the beer on her right, and then pops the lid for her. She takes the pills, and swallows them quickly, before she grabs the beer and takes a swig to wash them down. [sing me a song daddy!][I think the bathroom should go here][This is a good place to camp][listen to the trees, they sing the song of freedom] “…won’t …shut …up.” It’s said through gritted teeth as she shakes her head, and sinks to a crouch so she can rest her forehead against the edge of the sink, her hands sliding to the back of her neck as she wills the pills to do their work. |
| Derek (8:52:02 PM): | He watches her, understanding what was happening to her. “Oh crap.” He simply says. He hands her the beer and wet a cloth for her to put on her neck or forehead if she wants.
“What happened for them to be that way? When did it started?” He crouches and look at her. “Want to go to the living room and talk?” He pass a hand in his hair. This wasn’t awkward at all..nope..not a bit. |
| Izzy (9:00:02 PM): | If she allows herself to think about it later, she’ll realize how awkward it is. If she allows it – but she won’t, and chances are, if this doesn’t stop, she won’t be able to recognize much of anything soon enough.
She takes the beer, and rather than be trapped in this small place with him so close, with echoes of showers and bathtimes past, and of the rippling brook that actually ran through the property hundreds of years before, of women laughing and washing, and men cutting down trees, and before that even the hunt of the Natives, whispering in languages she doesn’t understand as they go about their daily lives and before THAT…. She just nods, and stands, and pushes away from the sink to the door, to the living room. He knows her well enough to know she’s unsteady on her feet, that she’s holding on to control by the thinnest of threads. She sinks to sit on the edge of the couch, and takes a breath. She takes a swig of the beer, and runs her hand through her hair, When did they start? “Fuckin woke me up at 3am. Hasn’t fuckin’ stopped.” As for what happened, she just shakes her head. She doesn’t know. “S’not just a week either… is… centuries… ancient… all at once…” |
| Derek (9:03:30 PM): | He follows her, nto helping her so she can be steady, she’d try to punch him for that. So he let her find the couch. He lsitens ot her words and tilts his head “Wow, that’s really bad.” He says, finding the bottle of whiskey and then glasses. He pours her a generous portion in hers.
“Do you think that whatever this is is affecting only you or others as well?” He wasn’t sure if she could answer that. It’s not liek they socialized with many Garou and kin since moving here. Maybe she has met a few in the last week or so. He sits on a chair, facing her. |
| Izzy (9:08:42 PM): | She shakes her head as she reaches for the glass of whiskey with shaking fingers. “Don’t fuckin know. Was all I could do to get through work today. Do you fuckin know wat kinda fuckin conversations go on in that goddamn place?”
She knows WAY too much about everone she works with and she can only see it getting worse, not better. confessions and lies, backbiting and insubordination, fights and lovers… she’s been bombarded by it all day long. even by the goddamn hot dog cart at lunch. She drains a few swallows of that whiskey, and rests her elbows on her knees, her head in her free hand as she leans forward. |
| Derek (9:12:44 PM): | He grins slightly “Oh I have a fairly good idea” He says. He did hear things even if he couldn’t hear things as well as Izzy with her ability. Most humans aren’t as good or nice as they let on. Behind closed doors, a lot of things can happen and does.
Not all of them good, not at all. He leans in his chair “Well, we’ll get you dead drunk tonight, you can use the bed, I’ll use the couch…or I can drive you home and pick you up in the morning. So maybe you’ll get a few hours of sleep” |
| Izzy (9:16:18 PM): | The last place she wants to be is here, in their bed. She almost winces at the suggestion, though it’s hidden by the obvious anguish of what goes on in her mind right now, anyway. thankfully.
“Home.” She doesn’t want to be here. “I’ll go home. I don’t fuckin…” She stops and scrubs her hand over her face, as she stands, and fights for balance for a moment, before she downs the rest of the whiskey in her glass and shakes her head again. “I shouldn’t have come.. but…” she had no one else. |
| Derek (9:20:10 PM): | He watches her “Are you sure? I don’t think you should be alone right now. Doesn’t seem like a good idea”
He gets up as well. There is so much he could do now. He could be there for her but she doesn’t want that. At least she doesn’t seem to. “Do you have someone who can come over and watch over you some? Or you know, keep you awake or distracted so the voices don’t bother you too much?” |
| Derek (9:20:13 PM): | (more) |
| Derek (9:21:12 PM): | After all, it was Izzy, he probably has been replaced physically a few times. She was like that before him,chances are she’s dealing with their break up that way.
He watches her face, not liknig at all what’s happening ot her |
| Izzy (9:27:27 PM): | He could be there for her now… but he lost that right when he refused to be before. She had given him everything, she had fallen in love, she had dared to plan for a future, she had dared to think that she might want a normal life… and he destroyed it. He doesn’t get to play knight in shining armour now. Not any more.
“You’re the only one who fuckin’ knows.” defeat, in that. She gave him everything – he knows it all, even her name. And he turned his back on her, on all that they had. She shoves the bottle of pills into her pocket, and sets the now empty glass down on the table. “The pills will fuckin work.” A prayer, rather than a statement. They have too. It’s all she has. |
| Derek (9:31:58 PM): | He shakes her head “All right. You decide. You know the number or the address if you need anything” He says, watching her.
“I hope it’ll pass. I”m here if you need anything…btu I know the answer to that already” He shove his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t want to start an argument with her, She wants him out of her life or at least her personal one after the end of their relatioship. He won’t push, he never pushed her before after all. She knows that he wants to help, she’s old enough to decide what to do with that. “Guess I’ll see you at work” |
| Izzy (9:37:28 PM): | He never pushed before – until he pushed her away. The one time he could have, should have, held on, and he gave up and took the cowards way out, took the easy way out. He pushed her, allright – at the single wrong time. She’d let him decide. He knew she would fight for him… to fight for her never once crossed his mind.
She nods, slightly, and heads toward the door. She probably shouldn’t drive, and she has enough sense to know that much. she digs out her phone, and realizes the only number for a cab she knows is back in fuckin’ chicago. “call me a cab?” |
| Derek (9:40:43 PM): | He moves to the door “I’ll drive you unless you absolutly don’t want me to.”
He opens the door to let her out, and depending on her answer heads to his car, unlocking the doors or call her a cab. Either way, he’s mostly silent for the moment. He didn’t have much to say really. He knew he’ll check up on her in the next few days but she didn’t need to know right now. |
| Izzy (9:43:42 PM): | he offers to drive her, and she studies her phone for a moment, not seeing it at all, before she nods, slightly, and agrees to let him drive. She hadn’t told him where she moved to before this. Hadn’t given him any idea of the downgrade in dwellings she’d had to take – but she knows it’s stupid not to let him drive her home.
So she follows to his car and slides into the passenger seat, and gives him her address to put into the gps. Then she lays her head back against the seat, and stares out the window, unseeing – and hearing every conversation that ever went on inside his goddamn car… |
| Derek (9:51:52 PM): | (sorry, didn’t ping) |
| Izzy (9:52:10 PM): | (no worries) |
| Derek (9:54:56 PM): | He drives her to her place, silent. She has enough voices without adding his to the mix. She can hear them talk and beside her, there has been only co-workers in the car. The only other woman was Carmichael, Julia, fellow detective who tried to hit on him around last thursday but ot no avail.
He parks the car in fornt of her building and he doesn’t comment on it. Intead he look at her “Will you be ok? Neeed me to escort you inside?” He says, door already opening |
| Izzy (10:00:56 PM): | He makes no comment on the building – which isn’t bad, for all it’s at the low end of the hill. It’s filled with little studio apartments, though, with barely enough room to turn around in, let alone live comfortably in. she lucked out with one that had an actual kitchen space, but still – it’s way too much money for a tiny shoebox.
He’s already opening the door, as he asks if she’s going to be ok. She doesn’t know the answer to that, so just.. nods. Of course, it falls after his asking to escort her in – and she decides not to argue the point. She simply gets out of the car, a little unsteadily, and unlocks the gate that leads to the stairs up to her floor. Just the second floor, thankfully. She lets him lead her all the way to her door, but when she unlocks it [it takes two tries, as she’s assaulted by the past conversations in the hallway, again and her hands tremble] she doesn’t open it right away. instead, facing the door, her hand on the knob, she just murmurs softly. “Thanks.” before she lets herself in – giving him only a glimpse of the single room inside. |
| Derek (10:03:56 PM): | He follows her, silent, watching her. He wanted her to be safely home when the alcohol mixed with the pills are kicking in. He only hope she doesn’t overdose and he says so
“Be careful with the pills. I don’t want you to overdose. You can call if something goes wrong” He doesn’t ask if he can come in. He lets her get inside, waiting for the door to close before moving away. |
| Izzy (10:05:36 PM): | She can call if soemthing goes wrong. If only he could understand how wrong it all really was, already.
But she simply closes the door, and he hears the locks click into place moments after… and then? Only silence. If only she were so lucky to hear that herself… |