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| Good Night, Sleep Tight | |
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| Participants | Banshee Jubilee |
| Synopsis | An Irishman and an Asian go to a bar… err warehouse… |
| Location | Warehouse Loft — Somewhere in NYC |
| Time | January 10, 2016 |
| Posted By | Jubilee |
The bumpy flight across the rooftops really isn't doing much for the young Asian's state of mind. She's terrified and the screaming in a foreign language is testament to that. Once or twice, her foot has knocked against a stovepipe or three, since they are flying so low to avoid Sentinel detection. When they come up on a wall, very quickly, she holds on tight and smothers her head into his chest.
Banshee makes his way up the wall as he's done so many times since making the warehouse his home. He smirks, knowing how the girl would react. As they make their way up to the large broken window on the second floor, he straightens himself up and makes his way in easily. Once they're in, he reaches ground and lets go of the girl. "Alright, lass. Ye can stop the bloody screamin'… and they say I'm loud.." He smirks.
Once her feet have touched down on the floor, Jubilation takes a very shaky breath and tests her footing. Still gripping onto the man's cloak, she doesn't let go until she's absolutely sure she's on solid ground. His words? Well they're quite audible through one ear, too bad that's not the one pointed at him at the moment. Turning her head to look at him, Jubilation tilts her chin up and yells, "WHAT?"
Banshee looks to the girl and makes a motion with his hands, indicating the necessitiy to lower the volume. "Yer alright… Yer safe.. Ye can stop screamin'." He makes his way over to a cabnet and takes out a shot glass and a half-filled bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a shot and drinking. He looks to the girl, obviously to young to partake. "Can i get ye somethin'? I've got bottled water… Some food.."
Food… It's like the magic word to make the young girl's stomach growling. Instead of taking the man up on his offer of charity though, she shakes her head quickly. She does eye the bottle curiously though, "What is it you are drinking?" She did obey the man's hand gesture to tone it down, unfortunately since she can't hear herself, she's now whispering. Jubilation backs up until her heel hits the frame of one of the couches and then she invites herself to sit down. She's fairly tired, so curling into the corner of one of the ramshackle pieces of furniture (invited or not) seems like the best idea ever.
Banshee smirks "It's whiskey.. And no, ye'r not gettin any. That'd look real good.. An underaged irl under the influence.. Yeah.. What're ye gettin yerself into, Cassidy?" He smirks shaking his head as he talks to himself. "Feel fee to crash. We can discuss what ye wanna d in the morn. I can take ye to Rykers if'n yer wantin'."
The girl's hearing has been slowly coming back and by the end of the man's ramblings she has managed to catch the word 'Rykers.' Every muscle in her body freezes and her eyes flits through the room to try to find the best possible route of escape. "I— Are you the police? I did not mean the boy any harm. I tried to help him. Please do not send me to jail again." The former prison isn't the shiny happy place to every mutant in the city. For some it is the host of terrible nightmares.
Banshee shakes his head emphatically.. "nonono.. I meant for yer safety.. I'm nah the police… At least, not anamore. I know ye were tryin to help. Ye did well. I jus meant that I'd help ye get where ye needed to get to… Wherever that is.." He pulls up a dirty wooden stool and sits.
"I live in Chinatown." Jubilation offers quietly, still studying the man carefully. He certainly doesn't look like a police man. She pulls her trench coat around her body a little tighter and draws her long legs up onto the sofa, curling enough to make herself look much smaller. She shivers just a little bit and the dull ache of hunger in her stomach forces the tightening of her muscles again. "Do you live in this place? Do you not have a home?"
Banshee nods at the mention of her home. "Alright then. When ye wish I'll take ye back there." He lifts his feet up and plants them on a pile of rubble, reclining. "Wha? ye don' like it here?" He chuckles.. "This is my home, fer now… Until it gets discovered and then I move on. I'd like to say it was only temporary, but temporary's been becoming quite permanent as of late."
"It is a very nice home, I am sure. You are fortunate that you have electricity." Jubilation says quietly as she rests her cheek against her hands, using them as a pillow. Her eyes are a little bit heavy and she lost her backpack somewhere during the riot. It hasn't been a good day and having a quiet place to just relax is a heavenly proposal. "Why do you live here and not in a fancy apartment or house? Do you not have a job?"
Banshee smirks. "I don't have a job, no, but I don't need one. Why would I want to live with those that want to eradicate our kind? What kind of help would I be if I lived atop some Ivory Tower on the East Side?" He shakes his head.. "No.. This is where I'm needed the most… By people like those ye saw tonight. Even if they don' think they need me help."
Nodding, a little, Jubilation just stares at him for a long long while, studying him. "One day, I would like to have a nice home to live in, with a garden like my parents had. A place where my ancestors can be happy once again. Like everything was before the sentinels came to the city." Then her eyebrows pull together in a small frown, as though she's trying not to show emotion.
Banshee shrugs. "We all wish fer that, lass.. it's jus makin it happen that seems to be the issue." He stands and starts to walk away.. He reaches the wall and hits the light switch, shutting the lights off. "Get some sleep. It'll make the morn get here all the sooner."
