[Sodium_noir] L'Enfer, c'est les Autres

[Jennie Teakle]

Sinclair Party
Verandah

Simone, Jack, Christine
Malkavian, Enigma, Ophan

> And so she let them pass until the woman hazily remarked: "Hey, I  
> could have sworn I saw... someone else out here..."
>
> Simone froze, her mind trying to absorb the concept of her being  
> seen.  They were still outside on the veranda.  Compared to the  
> bright interior, they were in the deeper  shadows of the porch.   
> This and the couple still reeked of drink.  And the man, well, he  
> was facing away from Simone... she could still save the situation  
> and they wouldn't be the wiser.   Simone dropped the veil.  She  
> simply stood there as if she'd been taking in some fresh air, a  
> momentary break from the socializing within.
>
> Simone smiled and graciously nodded to Christine, as one would to  
> any stranger you passed during a nightly walk.  Yet she considered  
> them both.

[Christine]
"Fuck!"

Startled, Christine clutches hold of Jack's arm at the sudden  
apparition of the woman from the shadows. She stares at the beautiful  
socialite, jaw sagging. Christ, McAbee! Drunker than you thought!

"Shit. Sorry," Christine manages, realising that this reaches an all  
time low in the annals of polite introductions, even by her  
standards. She's still staring, bemused, into the serene face of the  
high tone party goer who just seemed to appear from nowhere. Just  
like she'd always been there. Hidden in plain sight. And she does  
look like an angel, thinks Christine, distractedly. There is a still,  
seraphic quality to the woman's expression except . . . Except there  
is something about the angel's eyes, luminious by moonlight. A  
distance. As though she is viewing Christine and Jack from some  
remote place. It gives Christine an unsettling sense of deja vu. It  
is damnably familiar but she can't quite place why, where or who.

"I'm  . . . " the nagging doubts and disorientation make Christine  
stall in mid sentence. Her small talk and her (already paltry)  
ability to dissemble desert her completely. "How long have you been  
here?" she demands. Her expression is wary and she sounds defensive.


Tag Simone, Jack :-)


OOC: Please excuse the delay - rl has been pretty full on this last  
week or so - no time to post until now - so sorry!



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