Kyle Velener
(hey. want some company or waiting on others?)
Izzy Montoya
[just kinda hanging around – she’s in a HORRIBLE mood though, so fair warning. heh.]
Kyle Velener
(lol sounds fun. care to start?)
Kyle Velener
(Kyle nightmare roll)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
Izzy Montoya
They don’t stop. They don’t. Not ever. And she looks. like. shit. It’s been three days now, almost four, and she feels like she hasn’t slept for weeks at this point. She’s leaning against the fender of her car, staring at the cup of shitty coffee, as if by doing so it will miraculously make them shut up, or that it will levitate to her lips as she seems to have forgotten how to lift her hand.
It’s no surprise, if one was hearing what she is…
Dark circles under her eyes, and her hair is mussed from her consistantly running her hands through it… her ‘uniform’ of slacks and a blouse under a light jacket is rumpled, and she just… just…
looks exhausted.
And pissed off about it.
Kyle Velener
And once again he’s managed to get lost wandering the streets. Glancing around he can’t recognize any familiar land marks, simply means he hasn’t been in the area. Some might call that Strider luck. He just calls it not paying attention to what he was doing.
So there he was casually wandering down the footpath. Top to toe in what some might call his second skin. Black jeans, long sleeve black tshirt and the plain black leather collar that hides his neck. The soft thud of his heavy biker boots the only real sound he makes as he walks.
Spotting someone up ahead he makes his way towards them. A glimmer of recognition showing in his pale features as he draws closer and notices Izzy.
Izzy Montoya
She quits glaring at the coffee long enough to take a drink, and then simply resumes her previous stance. She’s actually parked right outside her apartment, but hasn’t been brave enough to go inside yet. After all, she’s heard all there is to hear, right?
….wrong.
She sets her coffee down and starts the ritual search for her cigarettes.
Kyle Velener
Moving casually towards Izzy he stops when he’s within talking distance but far enough away to give her some personal space, and judging by her body language he was sure she needed some. When he does speak it’s in a soft almost whispered tone.
“Lost something?”
Izzy Montoya
She snaps her head to the side when she hears a new voice. Ah. a real voice even. She smirks, and finds her pack of cigarettes and lighter, and goes about lighting up… she shoves the lighter back into her pocket with the pack as she takes a long drag.
It may seem like she won’t answer – but she mutters something anyway. “my fuckin’ mind.”
Kyle Velener
“Well I suppose that is a matter of perspective.”
Smiles as he glances around. He has a very casual look in his face but despite what some might think of goths, he sure doesn’t fit the stereotype. For starters he’s smiling.
“By the way, what area is this? I was wandering and didn’t pay attention to where I was going.”
Kyle Velener
(did they ever meet in Chicago? )
Izzy Montoya
[i think so – or at least in passing. She stayed at the broho while Daniel kept her incarcerated.]
Izzy Montoya
A matter of perspective, he says, and she snorts. She exhales off to the side, and runs her hand through her hair, before she picks up her coffee again.
“bottom of nob hill.”
Kyle Velener
“Ah ok. Now I got an idea of were I am.”
Nodding absently he takes a moment to look at her again. She could see the cogs behind his eyes churning almost as he finally places were he’d seen her.
“Know I’ve seen you before and that’s not a corny pickup line. You’re Izzy aren’t you?”
Izzy Montoya
She smirks. She’s heard many a pick up line and this is far from the worst.
“Yeah. What’s it fuckin’ to ya?”
Such a charmer, Izzy.
Kyle Velener
If he’s stunned by her reaction he doesn’t let it show. Shrugging he looks back to her with that casual smile.
“Oh it just means I don’t call you by some other person’s name. I mean nothing worse than calling someone a name and it’s not theirs.”
Izzy Montoya
She snorts. If he remembers anything about knowing her then, it would likely be that she had gotten the shit beat out of her by Daniel, for demanding that he call her by her name and show her that respect. It’s the sole reason she was incarcerated at the BroHo, after all.
She takes a swig of her coffee, her eyes closing briefly, before snapping awake again. She looks exhausted. She is exhausted.
“I don’t remember your fuckin name, to be honest. Course, to be absofuckinglutely honest, I barely remember my fuckin’ own.”
Kyle Velener
“Never a good sign when you can’t remember your own name. Guessing work has you tightly wrapped up?”
Grins as he shifst the weight from one foot to the other.
“I’m Kyle. Don’t worry about not knowing my name. I’m not one to make a lot of noise so I’m easily fogotten.”
Izzy Montoya
Work, he guesses – and if only that were it. She just shakes her head, though. “Don’t fuckin’ matter.” But she repeats his name, to herself, as if that will help her remember. It might.
But then agian, someone’s arguing about something that happened 50 years ago on this very spot, and it’s distracting, to say the least.
Kyle Velener
He’s not exactly quick on the uptake sometimes but that’s usually due to his own sleep deprivation. But something about how Izzy seems is agging at him to ask.
“You going to be ok? I mean you seem ready to drop.”
Izzy Montoya
She chuckles, ruefully, and takes another drink from her coffee cup. “good thing it’s I live close fuckin’ by then, ain’t it?”
Kyle Velener
Glances at the buildings around them and nods absently.
“Yeah it’s a good thing. I hope I’m not stopping you from heading inside or anything.”
Not that he’s really that concerned. From what he’d heard about Izzy she’d do what she wanted regardless of others around her.
phone call
Izzy’s phone starts to ring
Izzy Montoya
She shakes her head, slightly. He isn’t stopping her. “Go in in a minute.” She will. Maybe. If she can get up enough nerve. Of course – her pills are in there so she’ll head there sooner rather than later, for sure.
For right now, she concentrates on finishing her cigarette.
Izzy Montoya
…and seearches her pocket for a phone. She answers it with a snap. “I fuckin’ off duty…”
she clearly didn’t check the caller id…
phone call
“Yeah, I know. Sleeping better?”
Kyle Velener
“No problem then. Take care.”
Gives a thumbs up when he hears the phone start ringing and then casually heads off down the street.
Kyle Velener
(Got to bail for a while. Thanks for the scene :) )
Izzy Montoya
He can hear the exhaustion in her voice. He has seen her sleepless, but never to this extent, so bad that he can hear it in her voice. She can function very well on 3-4 hours sleep, with only minor bags under her eyes and irritation..
this is worse.
so much fuckin’ worse.
She watches Kyle go, then finally answers. “No.”
phone call
“Need something? Pills and booze aren’t working?”
Izzy Montoya
She takes a shaky breath… and then closes her eyes in defeat… “They won’t fuckin stop… its constant.. i’m losing my motherfuckin’ mind…”
If she were anyone else – had not been the survivor of so much, so very fucking much, she would have taken the entire bottle of pills already… but she hasn’t. And she won’t.
She hopes.
“i don’t fuckin… i don’t know.” hopeless. in a way he’s never heard before.
phone call
There is silence for a moment then he asks “Need me to come over, so we can talk or something and keep you awake some, drowning the voices?”
He doesn’t sound like he’s sure it’s a good idea
Izzy Montoya
It’s a horrible idea. awful. Terrible. There’s a thousand things she should want more…
but in testament to how fucked up she is… she answers simply. “..please.”
She never fuckin says please.
phone call
“All right…will be there in 20.” He hangs up and gets ready to go to her place
Izzy Montoya
She closes her eyes, and nods, even if he can’t see it. She hangs up, and lowers her head, tapping her forehead with her phone for a few moments.
This is a bad idea.
A very bad idea.
But she doesn’t call him back. Instead, she musters up the courage to go inside at last.
[continued in AIM]