[Sodium_noir] L'enfer c'est les autres

[Liz Oleksyn]

Sinclair Party
Verandah

Jack, Simone, Christine
Enigma, Malkavian, Orphan

(Jack)

When Christine’s elbow met his ribs, Jack winces and
abruptly withdraws his hand.

“Hey, what the...”  He regards her through the
alcoholic haze, wondering why his companion feels
compelled to reveal his rather alien origin to a
complete stranger.

“Not all that ‘new’....” Jack mumbles under
his breath.

A moment later, Christine is grasping the
Frenchwoman’s hand, though her gaze seems to be
focussed elsewhere.  Jack watches as her eyes grow
wide and an expression of horror creeps into her
features.  He doesn’t understand its source, but
surmises that it’s being transferred from Simone,
much as his own nightmare passed into Christine only
minutes ago.  Instinct tells him to wrench the
women’s hands apart and break the connection, but as
he starts to move toward them, Christine seems to come
to herself and pulls back.

(Christine)

Christine wrenches her hand away from Simone's, stares
at her in  
shocked recognition.

"That was you!" she whispers. "Oh my God . . . "

Reality smacks Christine upside the head. She turns
gray.

"I think . . . excuse me . . ."

Christine turns blindly toward the French doors,
staggers through and  
toward the cloakroom that is discreetly set on the
edge of the 
ballroom.

(Simone)

And suddenly the black desolation was gone.  Simone
blinked, rapidly,  
several times.  Where was she?  What was she doing
here?  There, a  
man stood.  His name was Jack.  She'd only just met
him... here... at  
the party.  Wasn't there a woman here too, just a
moment ago?  A soft  
breeze brushed across her skin, ruffled his hair a
bit.   The soft  
shadows of the veranda beckoned to her.  She was
confusion... and it  
felt like a natural state of being.

The words echoed back to her;  "That was you!"
Christine had  
whispered. "Oh my God . . . "

(Jack)

Jack has no idea of what’s just passed between them,
but it’s abundantly clear that Christine’s in
trouble.  
“Oh, shit,” he whispers, as follows her through
the doors.  “Oh, shit.”


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