alice_abernathy: (Alice 2)
Alice Abernathy ([personal profile] alice_abernathy) wrote2005-10-28 08:46 pm

Post #11

*Alice's aimlessly pacing around her room. She's not sure what she needs to do beside find somebody to help her learn to control... whatever it is. The urge to just leave isn't quite as bad as it was since she's figured out that her Keeper most likely hasn't found her here yet but the two men that look and sound just like him still make her nervous enough to want to run. And that's not even mentioning the whole was that her Rain or... another problem. She's made it halfway around the room for the fifth time when she hears a knock on the door. She narrows her eyes and goes to the door. She peeks out the window next to it and blinks. Speak of the devil... She opens the door and cocks her brow.*

Rain... How'd you find me here?

[identity profile] bitchdontstand.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Nodding calmly, yet curtly, the Latina began inside letting Alice shut the door behind them as Rain began to lean her back against the wall.

"Where do I begin?... Isaacs ...he..." this was going to hurt her more than it would hurt Alice.

"The son of a bitch brought me back... straight from the train, I felt it...I felt everything through everything. And he didn't care... he wanted to use me, to get to you. He said if he couldn't give you the power ...the no one would." a pause.

"I was sent to kill you, Alice."

Dark hazel eyes stared down to the flooring a moment, as she placed a slender hand on her hip.

"Almost wanted to...but then...something sparked, a memory? A glimpse of... some fuckin' past... I don't know. And then... he told me there was no one like me... that I didn't remember anything because I had an 'accident'."

"I don't know about you, but a planned death of me and my team, is no God damn accident."

[identity profile] bitchdontstand.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hers? Was she an object of affection? 'My' meant possessive... was there a hidden meaning to that? Rain shook her head as if to mentally slap herself back into reality, as she shifted her weight onto her other foot.

"I'm sorry...about him..." it took all her strength to not grit her teeth when mentioning the little bastard.

[identity profile] bitchdontstand.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
What complete and utter bull shit. First came training the rookies, and Fowler still wouldn't let her in S.W.A.T. Now came dealing with people with small minds. She didn't think she could take much more of this. Died saving her? Bull shit. That piece of crap wouldn't die for anyone. Other than being stubborn in his own ways. Though it was a bit more crucial of being a human being than that of Spencer Parks. Good pay they said, excellent benefits they said Fuck you, Umbrella.

Rain gawked a moment, having to pick her jaw up off of the floor, but then went into her usual 'I'm a snide bitch and you can't do shit about it' routine.

"You of all people, are the least that needs saving."

[identity profile] bitchdontstand.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
And in the serious depth of it all... Miss Ocampo began to laugh. It had been a long time since Rain could really embrace sarcasm, but as quickly as the grin had pulled at her pout, the quicker it faded.

"Well, bitch." The husky tomboyish voice began.

"I thought I was your friend, but I also thought you wouldn't lie to us in the Hive, or act like a fucking three year old over this. I'll admit it's been hard..but you can't dwell on shit...no matter how hard it is. Don't burn your fucking bridge."

Did that make any sense? She needed a god damn tylenol!

[identity profile] bitchdontstand.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck was a keeper? What was all this shit? What was she talking about? Could it be possible that Alice could sound even crazier than now? But no...it happened. There were such things as zombies... she herself had died...and ... -

Biting down on her bottom lip, Rain pushed off from the wall now, standing in front of Alice, though there was sadness in her eyes.

"I..." yeah that's pretty much all she could say... Rain wasn't used to being with associated with ...depressing situations. Kicking ass was her thing.

With the little bit of courage she had, the brunette grit her teeth once, angry, you could see how cute she looked when she was mad.

"Shut up, Alice." was all she could mutter before leaning in, placing a slender hand to the blondes shoulder, and kissed her upon the lips.

It was either sanctuary or a death wish.

[identity profile] curious-riddick.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
He knock firmly on the door. Something tells him he *should* just go in, but it's best to at least make an attempt at playing nice for her sake.

Alice was tough. He liked that. But she could be skittish around him, and he liked that too. Trying to get past her ever shifting maze of walls, that was just his idea of fun.

Add to the combination the that she could come close to kicking *his* ass... *Mmmm* The fact that she kept backing off without *really* hurting him, that just proved she liked him.

"Answer the door or I'll just open it, Alice," he mutters.

[identity profile] curious-riddick.livejournal.com 2005-10-29 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"She didn't have to. You didn't honestly think you could hide someplace I couldn't find you... Did you?"

Riddick saunters into the room.

Alice's wound tight, tighter than she usually was around him. Had to be the new girl, so he devotes his attention to her.

Interesting.

His goggles hide his evaluation of her. Nice. Tight. Fighter. But not a threat, to him or Alice. She'd only be a threat to Alice if she forced Alice to have to defend herself.

No. It would probably be best if he could draw the Spitfires attention away from Alice.

[identity profile] curious-riddick.livejournal.com 2005-10-30 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Riddick looks back at Alice and smirks at her.

'Dick, huh?' he thinks. 'I thought we had that one settled.'

He takes a deep breath and his smirk settles in to a grin in anticipation of another round with Alice.