[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Liz Oleksyn]

Sinclair Party
Women's Restroom/Cloakroom - Sandra (Bastet),
Christine (Inebriated Mage)
Hallway Outside Women's Restroom - Jack (Smoking),
John (Undying)
   
[Sandra]
Sandra helps Christine to her feet seeing to it that
she gets her balance and focus before letting the
woman stand. "Come on then. Let's go see if we can
find this Jack person," she says. 

[Christine]
A few deep breaths and she's on the move again. She
all but trips over Jack as she exits the cloakroom.
 
"Hey," she glances around distractedly. 
   
[Sandra]
"Ah, you mean this Jack. Hello again," she says seeing
a familiar face of the evening.

[Jack]
Jack looks up, his bloodshot eyes brightening as much
as the alcohol would allow, a cigarette perched
precariously between his lips.  He nods at Sandra, but
turns his attention almost immediately to Christine,
his brow furrowed in concern. 

[Christine]
"Where's Simone?" Christine shakes her head. "Never
mind. Something I got to do. Then let's split."
There's a desperate edge to her voice. "Can't take
this place anymore."

[Jack]
He’s about to answer, but is bewildered by the sudden
change in his friend’s demeanor. 
   
[Sandra]
"You two going to be ok? Do you need a ride? I'm
willing to offer up some transportation if you need
it. Neither of you quite look in any kind of condition
to drive right now," she says to them.

[Jack]
“Uhm...well, guess that depends on Christine.”  He
looks at Christine a bit more closely, wishing she’d
clue him in as to what has her so shaken.
   
[Matt, John]
The two men entered the hallway in a heated
discussion.  Both were dressed and carried themselves
as if they were people of power and influence, though
it was immediately plain that neither was a member of
Gotham's upper crust.
   
The two were intent on each other, occasionally
pausing to look at an empty space next to them. They
would actually talk to the patch of empty space, and
then turn to each other and continue.
   
Noticing the they weren't alone, they paused where
they were and continued.  The language had switched. 
The dark skinned one spoke Egyptian and the other
spoke Latin.  Both versions were very old.
   
[Sandra]
Sandra's eyes and ears both perk up at the sound of
her native language being spoken so far away from home
and looks to the approaching gentlemen.  The look on
her face was very easy to read it caught her so off
guard. 
   
[John]
Finally, the darker skinned one left.  His companion
watched him leave, and then turned to stare in the
other direction as a patch of cold air made it's way
down the hall and disappear through the wall.
   
Muttering obscenities under his breath, John reached
into his pocket and pulled out a cigar.  Biting off
the end, he glanced at Jack (OOC: assuming I'm in the
right place).  "Got a match?"

[Jack]
His attention still drawn to Christine, it takes Jack
a moment to register that a question is being asked of
him.  His head turns slowly to examine the stranger.

“Sure...not a problem.” His words are a bit slurred as
he fumbles with the pocket of his jacket. “Oh, fuck
me.  Where’d they go...”

Jack stands up, a bit wobbly on his feet.  He extracts
a silver lighter and smiles triumphantly.  About to
light the man’s cigar, Jack thinks better of it and
thrusts it at him.  “Here - best you do it yourself. 
Not sure I wouldn’t set your nose on fire instead.”

(tag JB, Christine, and Sandra!)


       
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