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xp_logs2004-01-29 01:24 pm
xp_daytripper) wrote in xp_logs2004-01-29 01:24 pm
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Brief Amanda and Sarah moment
Set after the glitter incident (Stay Tuned!) and before this log
Back in the basement after her workout, Sarah's curled up on the couch scribbling in a notebook, with something loud playing on the CD player. Her cigarettes and lighter sit unattended on the desk, and the smell of her last one hangs in the air. She pulls a bone from her leg, giving it a toss across the room, and watching it leave a bloody streak on the wall. She'd have to clean that later.
"Oi," comes the voice from the doorway. As Sarah glances up, startled, Amanda shrugs apologetically. "I knocked, but you didn't hear me."
"Wouldn't be the first time," she shrugs, dropping her notebook to the floor with the pen on top of it. It's covered in scribbled blue handwriting, parts scratched out and stray marks where she'd been trying to think but just couldn't come up with the right word. She gestures to the desk. "Cigarettes are over there if you want one."
"Fucking brilliant," Amanda says, making a beeline. She takes a cigarette from the pack, lights it with the lighter that's lying there also, and turns to Sarah. "You want one?"
"Yeah. I'm certainly not going to sit here and watch." She reaches out her hand for them, making no attempt to move. Why should she?
With a grin, Amanda uses her levitation spell to float cigarettes and lighter to where Sarah is sitting, concentrating to avoid sending them flying at her at ballistic speed. It seems she's still carrying a lot of extra power, despite the energy she expended on Angelo. "Homework?" she asks, nodding at the notebook.
She gives Amanda an amused look as the cigarettes and lighter float into her hand, pulling one out and lighting it before bothering to answer her question. "Not really. I just like to write." She drops the cigarettes and lighter on top of the notebook, and shifts to sit crosslegged on the couch.
"Writin' for fun? Yer almost as scary as Paige," Amanda jokes, and grabs a seat on the floor. In the slightly dim boiler room, the white of the cast on her wrist almost glows. She closes her eyes as she inhales and then exhales smoke, feeling the nicotine rush into her bloodstream. "Sorry to blow you off, yesterday," she says, eyes still closed. "Things got… weird."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, taking a drag from her cigarette. "I'm nothing like Paige, I promise." She runs a bone-covered hand through her hair, careful not to snag. "Things are always 'weird' here. What happened?"
Amanda hesitates, but then realises who she's talking to. "Don't want this getting 'round," she says, taking another puff on the cigarette and tapping ash into an old pizza box on the floor nearby. "But there's somethin' about that groundskeeper... Cain? Well, I don't know why exactly, but he's carrying more mystic energy than Stonehenge. Got completely off me face on it." She grins, ruefully. "Just as well I didn't come down - it was worse than an E high. I was all one with the love an' that kind of shite."
"Oh fuck... that must have been awkward," Sarah laughs, resting her elbows on her knees, and leaning forward a little. "Well, afterward at least. You probably could have cared less when it was happening. So, Cain huh?"
"Yeah, right odd it was. An' the feelin'…" Amanda's expression grows dreamy at the memory. "He packs a whallop, too - I'm still buzzing with it."
"Well. At least we know he's good for something besides bitching at us for screwing up his house." She reaches over and picks up an ashtray from the floor, flicking ashes into it before putting it back down a little closer to arms reach.
"His house?" Amanda looks puzzled. "I thought it belonged to the X geezer. Least that was what Pete told me."
"Hell if I know," Sarah shrugs, "But he came in screaming about us fucking up his house. Got pissed off at me for bleeding in the hallway once. Not like I had much choice about the fucking hole in my back at the time."
"The bones?" Amanda asks, tapping out her cigarette again - it's
already almost down to the butt. "They're not normally that bad, are they?" She's gotten a rough idea of what Sarah's mutation involves from various conversations on the front porch, but the details are still a bit fuzzy.
"It depends on what day of the week it is," Sarah says dryly. "They
come and they go. They've gone psycho the past few days. The time I bled all over the hallway, somebody decided they were going to have a little fun with the bone coming out of my spine. Pulled it out funny." She finishes her cigarette, and puts it out in the ashtray. "Took my healing factor two days to catch up."
"Bastard," Amanda says with feeling. "Hope you fucked them up for that."
"I wanted to, but it was _Betsy_, and then she swore thirty seconds
later that she had no idea what had happened..." Sarah crosses her arms over her chest, and lowers her voice. Obviously this is still a touchy subject. "I was bleeding really bad, so I just left her there."
"Betsy, eh? Now why doesn’t that surprise me?" Amanda gestures at the cigarette pack still sitting on the arm of the couch and a cigarette floats across the intervening space to her, along with the cigarette lighter. "Gotta say it, that woman gives me the creeps."
Sarah nods, pulling a bone from her shoulder and putting it down on the couch beside her. "Yeah. Betsy hasn't been herself lately. I'm not sure what happened."
"Frenchie… Marie Ange, that is, said something about brain surgery." Amanda curls her legs underneath her, Indian style, and lights up. "Think someone got their wires crossed? It can happen - brain's are pretty complicated."
Sarah nods, a bit resignedly. "Well yes. But I still believe that Essex was the only person who could have done that surgery for her. She'd have
died down here in the medlab." Sometimes though, Sarah wishes she had never done it.
Amanda represses a shudder at the mention of the medlab. "Ugh, there's one place I won't be wanting to set foot anywhere near for a while," she says, pulling a face. "Medlab has got t' be the most boring place I've ever been, an' that includes Slough."
"Did you ever finish counting the ceiling tiles?" she asks with a grin, "I think I counted 117."
"I got t' 121 before I gave up an' started on the piercings." The Brit chuckles ruefully. "Bastard soldier who gave me a poundin' managed to tear out the nose ring. 'M gunna have to get it re-done - properly this time, not with a bloody darnin' needle. You know of anywhere in town that won't rip me off?"
Sarah smiles, and shakes her head. "Not off the top of my head, but I'm assuming Shinobi knows somewhere. He's been bribing me with piercings lately."
"Shinobi, eh? Looks like your corruption program is well in hand. 'Though I have t' wonder, who's corruptin' who - you've had some pretty soppy journal conversations lately." Amanda winks to show she's teasing, but prepares to duck in any case.
Sarah rolls her eyes, hand moving to pick up the bone from earlier. "Ha fucking ha ha. I can still kick the ass of anyone here. Watch out." She gestures for Amanda to move out of the way, and throws the bone to the pile across the room.
Ducking the hurled bone, Amanda grins. "Good t' see yer haven't turned completely t' the Cute Side," she says, finishing up her cigarette. "I'd better go - got some major cleaning up to do. Aftermath of the Glitter Fairy." She cringes at the memory.
"Oh please. I couldn't do the completely cute thing, even if I wanted to." She stretches out, and sits back up. "The glitter fairy? I don't think I'll ask. Have fun with that though."
"Yeah, right," says Amanda sourly. "Next time I lose my marbles it had better be something more punk and less shiny, that's all I can say." She clambers to her feet and heads for the door. "Thanks for the fags, mate. See you around."
Back in the basement after her workout, Sarah's curled up on the couch scribbling in a notebook, with something loud playing on the CD player. Her cigarettes and lighter sit unattended on the desk, and the smell of her last one hangs in the air. She pulls a bone from her leg, giving it a toss across the room, and watching it leave a bloody streak on the wall. She'd have to clean that later.
"Oi," comes the voice from the doorway. As Sarah glances up, startled, Amanda shrugs apologetically. "I knocked, but you didn't hear me."
"Wouldn't be the first time," she shrugs, dropping her notebook to the floor with the pen on top of it. It's covered in scribbled blue handwriting, parts scratched out and stray marks where she'd been trying to think but just couldn't come up with the right word. She gestures to the desk. "Cigarettes are over there if you want one."
"Fucking brilliant," Amanda says, making a beeline. She takes a cigarette from the pack, lights it with the lighter that's lying there also, and turns to Sarah. "You want one?"
"Yeah. I'm certainly not going to sit here and watch." She reaches out her hand for them, making no attempt to move. Why should she?
With a grin, Amanda uses her levitation spell to float cigarettes and lighter to where Sarah is sitting, concentrating to avoid sending them flying at her at ballistic speed. It seems she's still carrying a lot of extra power, despite the energy she expended on Angelo. "Homework?" she asks, nodding at the notebook.
She gives Amanda an amused look as the cigarettes and lighter float into her hand, pulling one out and lighting it before bothering to answer her question. "Not really. I just like to write." She drops the cigarettes and lighter on top of the notebook, and shifts to sit crosslegged on the couch.
"Writin' for fun? Yer almost as scary as Paige," Amanda jokes, and grabs a seat on the floor. In the slightly dim boiler room, the white of the cast on her wrist almost glows. She closes her eyes as she inhales and then exhales smoke, feeling the nicotine rush into her bloodstream. "Sorry to blow you off, yesterday," she says, eyes still closed. "Things got… weird."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, taking a drag from her cigarette. "I'm nothing like Paige, I promise." She runs a bone-covered hand through her hair, careful not to snag. "Things are always 'weird' here. What happened?"
Amanda hesitates, but then realises who she's talking to. "Don't want this getting 'round," she says, taking another puff on the cigarette and tapping ash into an old pizza box on the floor nearby. "But there's somethin' about that groundskeeper... Cain? Well, I don't know why exactly, but he's carrying more mystic energy than Stonehenge. Got completely off me face on it." She grins, ruefully. "Just as well I didn't come down - it was worse than an E high. I was all one with the love an' that kind of shite."
"Oh fuck... that must have been awkward," Sarah laughs, resting her elbows on her knees, and leaning forward a little. "Well, afterward at least. You probably could have cared less when it was happening. So, Cain huh?"
"Yeah, right odd it was. An' the feelin'…" Amanda's expression grows dreamy at the memory. "He packs a whallop, too - I'm still buzzing with it."
"Well. At least we know he's good for something besides bitching at us for screwing up his house." She reaches over and picks up an ashtray from the floor, flicking ashes into it before putting it back down a little closer to arms reach.
"His house?" Amanda looks puzzled. "I thought it belonged to the X geezer. Least that was what Pete told me."
"Hell if I know," Sarah shrugs, "But he came in screaming about us fucking up his house. Got pissed off at me for bleeding in the hallway once. Not like I had much choice about the fucking hole in my back at the time."
"The bones?" Amanda asks, tapping out her cigarette again - it's
already almost down to the butt. "They're not normally that bad, are they?" She's gotten a rough idea of what Sarah's mutation involves from various conversations on the front porch, but the details are still a bit fuzzy.
"It depends on what day of the week it is," Sarah says dryly. "They
come and they go. They've gone psycho the past few days. The time I bled all over the hallway, somebody decided they were going to have a little fun with the bone coming out of my spine. Pulled it out funny." She finishes her cigarette, and puts it out in the ashtray. "Took my healing factor two days to catch up."
"Bastard," Amanda says with feeling. "Hope you fucked them up for that."
"I wanted to, but it was _Betsy_, and then she swore thirty seconds
later that she had no idea what had happened..." Sarah crosses her arms over her chest, and lowers her voice. Obviously this is still a touchy subject. "I was bleeding really bad, so I just left her there."
"Betsy, eh? Now why doesn’t that surprise me?" Amanda gestures at the cigarette pack still sitting on the arm of the couch and a cigarette floats across the intervening space to her, along with the cigarette lighter. "Gotta say it, that woman gives me the creeps."
Sarah nods, pulling a bone from her shoulder and putting it down on the couch beside her. "Yeah. Betsy hasn't been herself lately. I'm not sure what happened."
"Frenchie… Marie Ange, that is, said something about brain surgery." Amanda curls her legs underneath her, Indian style, and lights up. "Think someone got their wires crossed? It can happen - brain's are pretty complicated."
Sarah nods, a bit resignedly. "Well yes. But I still believe that Essex was the only person who could have done that surgery for her. She'd have
died down here in the medlab." Sometimes though, Sarah wishes she had never done it.
Amanda represses a shudder at the mention of the medlab. "Ugh, there's one place I won't be wanting to set foot anywhere near for a while," she says, pulling a face. "Medlab has got t' be the most boring place I've ever been, an' that includes Slough."
"Did you ever finish counting the ceiling tiles?" she asks with a grin, "I think I counted 117."
"I got t' 121 before I gave up an' started on the piercings." The Brit chuckles ruefully. "Bastard soldier who gave me a poundin' managed to tear out the nose ring. 'M gunna have to get it re-done - properly this time, not with a bloody darnin' needle. You know of anywhere in town that won't rip me off?"
Sarah smiles, and shakes her head. "Not off the top of my head, but I'm assuming Shinobi knows somewhere. He's been bribing me with piercings lately."
"Shinobi, eh? Looks like your corruption program is well in hand. 'Though I have t' wonder, who's corruptin' who - you've had some pretty soppy journal conversations lately." Amanda winks to show she's teasing, but prepares to duck in any case.
Sarah rolls her eyes, hand moving to pick up the bone from earlier. "Ha fucking ha ha. I can still kick the ass of anyone here. Watch out." She gestures for Amanda to move out of the way, and throws the bone to the pile across the room.
Ducking the hurled bone, Amanda grins. "Good t' see yer haven't turned completely t' the Cute Side," she says, finishing up her cigarette. "I'd better go - got some major cleaning up to do. Aftermath of the Glitter Fairy." She cringes at the memory.
"Oh please. I couldn't do the completely cute thing, even if I wanted to." She stretches out, and sits back up. "The glitter fairy? I don't think I'll ask. Have fun with that though."
"Yeah, right," says Amanda sourly. "Next time I lose my marbles it had better be something more punk and less shiny, that's all I can say." She clambers to her feet and heads for the door. "Thanks for the fags, mate. See you around."