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To say that Harper hadn’t handled the move well was a bit of an understatement. Since arriving, it hadn’t taken long for her prior dabbling in alcohol to turn into a full-blown dependency. But it was okay; at least it made her feel mildly better than she did when she was sober. At least when she’d been drinking she could put on a smile, join in with everyone and hopefully find someone willing to give her a place to stay for a day or two. The thought of actually getting a job had occurred to her, but what could she do? She had no real qualifications, and a lot of places would probably just so no on the basis that she was a Freak.
Instead, she had no idea just what she was going to do, simply making do by drifting from day to day just finding enough things to fill her waking hours with. It was hardly ideal, but she supposed she was at least alive. Unlike the majority of those she'd left behind at the refuge that day. Why did she still feel guilty for that? She hadn't done anything, but there was a definite element of survivor's guilt going on, as much as she tried to deny it.
Tonight had been like any other. Night out at the club, fake ID assuring her a way in, though the guys on the door rarely seemed to actually check. Business was still business, right? But it was times like this that Harper wished her powers could have been something that allowed for her body missing out on the negative effects of the booze. After midnight, she'd ended up being forced to leave as nausea mounted. Just a typical night, then.
Now she sat out on the pavement just down the road from the club, the pounding music still audible but fortunately not having too much of an effect on her headache. Every time she felt like this, she'd swear she was never going to drink again. Just quit. Never lasted though, she was usually out doing just the same the next night. Letting out a weary sigh, she rested her head between her hands, trying to fight back the urge to throw up. It was just fortunate that the street seemed empty at this hour. No-one to see just how much of a mess she was.
Ari's mood hadn't been the best since he had reconnected with Cambria and then slept with her. The sex had been good. Not life changing and he had honestly felt a bit dirty afterwards... but didn't regret it. Not really anyways. He had cared for her and still did, just not in the same way. He only wished he knew just what she had meant by her comments. It had merely left him completely confused and he had ended up caving and returning to his less than glamorous habits.
At least he hadn't gone back to the needle yet. Things hadn't gotten that bad and he hoped they never would, slipping back into his depression with extra weights tied to his ankles. Even the club scene had done little to pick him back up. Having girls fawn over you and feeling like one was supposed be your soulmate and finding them all annoying as hell just wasn't working in his favor. He didn't think so anyways.
So after getting buzzed enough to feel like he was happy, but also steady enough to walk out and hopefully drive, Ari headed out to his new Dodge Charger and then paused, glancing around as Kovu appeared nearby. The cat was more alive than most would have thought, and had been appearing more often as if attempting to reassure his master. Not that it had particularly worked out well. Kovu became more of a nuisance in the end.
He was about to get in when he saw a young woman sitting alone. He frowned, snuffing Kovu out and heading over. "Are you alright....?" He ventured, genuinely concerned.
THIS THREAD IS FOR Cambria. Ari IS WEARING THIS BECAUSE WE'RE NOT IN A NUDIST COLONY. CODING BY AVALISHDREY! AND MY NOTES GO HERE.
Harper glanced up when she heard the voice. Great. Just what she needed. She was aware that she probably looked like crap right now, though had at least been able to fight back the growing urge to puke. Definitely not going to happen now while there was an observer around. Under the influence as she may be, she still had some grasp over dignity for the time being, so apparently she hadn’t drank that much.
Once she thought she could manage it, she sat up a little more, pushing her hair back from her face. ”Fine, thanks. Just needed a little fresh air.” She answered as smoothly as she could muster up for the time being, regarding the passer-by a little more closely. Hot. Shame she hadn’t caught sight of him back in the club or something, albeit she wasn’t exactly feeling up to a great deal right now. Plus he seemed sober enough to her, which tended to also reduce her chances when she was on the opposite end of the scale.
Glancing back the way she’d come, Harper debated attempting to go back inside just to prove how totally fine she was. The idea was quickly rejected, however, sure that it wouldn’t work out too well. Right now just going home and passing out on the couch seemed like the better way to go. Still, on the plus side she’d more or less been able to dull all her other feels as she’d aimed for, so the night wasn’t exactly wasted. She supposed one day this was probably going to do her irreversible damage, but she couldn’t quite find the will to care all that much. They were all here in this city to die anyway, so what did it really matter? It was just a question of what way she was going to go.
Ari tilted his head, sighing and going back to his car and going to grab a bottle of water. He opened it and then took a sip without allowing it to touch his lips before putting the cap back on and offering it to her. "Here. It'll help with preventing the killer headache you're going to have." He advised, having taken a drink to show her that he hadn't put anything into the bottle before giving it to her. That and it had been sealed which had been obvious by the faint clicking sound the cap had given when broken.
Of course, something nagged at Ari... so he went back over and squatted down. "Can I give you a ride home or something? Or did you leave someone inside?" He asked, assuming that she had a boyfriend and had come outside alone for air and left him in there. Probably not the brightest decision ever, having a feeling that if she did have a boyfriend leaving him with alcohol wouldn't be the brightest idea.
"It's Ari, you?"
THIS THREAD IS FOR Cambria. Ari IS WEARING THIS BECAUSE WE'RE NOT IN A NUDIST COLONY. CODING BY AVALISHDREY! AND MY NOTES GO HERE.
Harper regarded him for a moment before letting out a snort of amusement. ”Yeah... thanks for the advice there. This isn’t the first time I’ve been out drinking, y’know.” She remarked, knowing full well just how she was going to feel in the morning. But that was okay too. The hangover made it harder to remember as well. Or at least focus enough on her thoughts to give them any real sway over her. She took the matter without hesitation, not caring enough to be suspicious anyway. Probably wasn’t a great trait to possess given the fact she went out alone and got drunk most nights, but what did it matter all that much? As if the law in this place cared what happened to someone like her.
Taking a few sips of it, she handed the bottle back to him. The offer was a little unexpected, enough to make the blonde wonder if perhaps being a little suspicious might be a good thing here. ”Nope. No-one that matters, anyway. But then I haven’t really got anywhere to get a lift back home to.” She added with a wry smile, usually tending to meet a guy at a club and having him put her up for at least one night. Then during the day a friend would usually be prepared to let her stay there a while.
Just why was he actually bothering to make conversation with her? Harper doubted she was really providing any interesting conversation or mental stimulation here, so why waste his time hanging around here? The thought didn’t linger too long as her mind wandered all too easy when her head was as clouded as this. ”Harper. Nice to meet you and all. Play white knight to drunk chicks often?”
Ari rolled his eyes slightly at that, not very amused at the remark. He wasn't trying to tell her that she was stupid or whatever. Seemed that whenever he attempted to console someone he ended up having come back and bite him in the ass, Hard. "I never said it was. Sorry if I insulted you then." He retorted, rolling his eyes and shaking his head slightly at that. Why even bothered to come out was beyond him given just how his mood had been lately. He sighed and supposed that he might as well forget it before he ended up going home and lighting something on fire. As it was, he could feel flames licking at his palm and itching to come into view.
Carefully, he took the bottle and took a sip of it himself. "Not a hotel or anything then?" He asked, becoming a little bit more concerned at that. He didn't really like to see people without anywhere to at least crash and sleep and feel somewhat safe. "In college I did. Force of habit I guess since I preferred not to let people try to drive home drunk." He explained, having done it also because he felt like he was making up for the loss of Molly.
"Do I look insulted? Nah, just letting you know I'm more than used to the headaches. Rare when I don't have one." Harper remarked with a shrug of her slender shoulders. Why he would even care enough to apologize to her if he thought she was insulted was beyond her. Most didn't. She shook her head at the question. "Nope. That'd require cash. Cash that I don't have right now. Or most days." She explained indifferently. She was used to disappointment in life given her upbringing with her father, so this was hardly something that brought her much lower than she already was. She wouldn't say she was depressed, just numb to it all.
"Needn't worry about that. I'm not driving anywhere." Harper remarked. She supposed this was all pretty nice of him, though she wasn't quite sure what to make of him just yet. "Why? You offering?" The blonde asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. She doubted she would say no if he was, though it would be pretty surprising given that he hadn't asked for anything in return
Okay, not Ari was beginning to see that she was probably on a fast track to frying her liver. Poor organ was probably already looking for a new host at this rate. Ari drank rather regularly himself, but not to the point he got fucked up every night as she was implying she did with herself. "I'm sorry." He finally settled on, not particularly short on cash since his parents sent him a monthly allowance which he hardly used and also making sure he got a decent amount of work. Enough to pay his own rent anyways.
"I'm offering. I'll crash on the couch and you can get the bed." He said without hesitation, shrugging and offering a hand so she could get up and he could make sure she didn't fall over.
Harper was a little surprised by the response although shook her head. "Don't be. I manage okay." She replied. It was nothing new and no-one had offered her help beyond a place to stay for a couple of days, so she learned to deal. Good thing she'd learned to adjust to the fact that most people didn't care and wouldn't help long ago.
"Hey, if you're letting me stay then the couch works. I'm pretty used to them." Harper told him, not entirely happy with the idea. Particularly when it was someone she'd only just met and they weren't sharing said bed. She took his hand and got to her feet, swaying for a moment and closing her eyes until the initial light-headed spell passed. Her hand was unnaturally cold. Sure, the night was a little chilly, but it was more than that. No matter whether she was in this form rather than ice, she was still colder to the touch than a regular person. It was usually the first thing to tip people off that she was something more than just human.
"I tend to be an early riser so you'll be better off in the bed. You can lock the door if you feel safer that way." Ari replied, shrugging slightly and moving his arm carefully to help lead her over to his car and open the door with her so she could crawl inside and get settled before he went and got into the driver's side and started the car up. He glanced over at her as he felt the small spark that started his engine and felt it purr happily beneath his fingers. "One of the 'cursed' then too?" He asked, knowing that his own body temperature was a bit different.
He knew because the usual heat that he could sense from her seemed nearly gone or very low, her edge looking to be a red rather than the orange or yellow that was closer to the other end of the spectrum. He himself probably ran at a fiery blue or white.
"It's not that I feel unsafe or anything like that. I mean, I go home with random guys pretty often and any one of them could have easily done me in if they wanted. Plus for all I know I could just be getting into your rapemobile right now." Harper pointed out as she let him help her in, flashing him a brief grin to let him know that she was only kidding. It was only when she had been drinking that she could joke about and smile at all. Sober she usually just had a rather sarcastic and occasionally harsh way about her. She'd stopped really caring how she came across to others. Not like there was anyone in her life that warranted any kind of real affection.
Harper glanced over at that, nodding as she tried to figure out just what his view on the matter was. Oh wait. His hand had felt really very warm as far as she could recall. So was that an indicator? "Yeah. The cold thing tips most people off." She remarked, sitting back. "So what do you do?"
Rapemobile. Really? Ari rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Have had sex in a car before and it's really not the most comfortable given my height. Really awkward when you're going at it and then stretch back a little too far and hit your head on the ceiling." He said, hoping that would make her laugh just a little bit since it seemed that she didn't have a whole lot going for her at the moment. Was sort of his quirk of sorts. "Nice thought. Aren't rape mobiles typically white vans anyways?"
"Fire manipulation." Ari said with a shrug, holding out a hand and creating a small fire ball that licked along his skin before shutting his fingers over it so that it snuffed itself out. "Cold or ice something?"
Harper smiled at the remark, amused. "Done it in a car on a couple occasions. One time the alarm went off. Kinda killed the mood." She remarked. It tended to be the way she found a place to stay. Given some of the types that freqented the bars and clubs, there were a fair few willing to let her stay for a night or two in exchange for a little... attention. Something Harper rarely had the luxury of refusing unless she wanted to spend a night on the streets. It was a miracle she hadn't yet gone into doing it for a living on a regular basis. There'd been a few times when she'd desperately needed the money though. "Very true. But a smart rapist would have picked up on that and gone for something more unassuming."
Harper watched with interest before smiling slightly. "Looks like we're opposites." She remarked as her skin, eyes and hair all drained of colour, becoming hard and translucent ice, indistinguishable from a statue carved of the stuff were it not for the fact she still walked and talked.
Ari chuckled, "Never had that issue... although, I much preferred the privacy of a bedroom. I've done quickies in restaurant booths though." He commented with a shrug, not particularly ashamed of the fact. She had been wearing a skirt and all he had done was allow her to undo his jeans and finger her. Thank god for dark jeans that didn't show very much. And they had been quiet... relatively speaking. "No need to worry about me. I'm a good boy." He commented, smiling a little and hoping that he didn't give her the willies.
At that, he smiled a little. "Nice." He commented, heading back towards his apartment.
”Brave. Can’t say I’ve done that yet. Dressing rooms, nightclub bathrooms and a guy’s house while his sister was sleeping in the same room all some of the more notable places for me.” Harper replied, rather amused at the topic of conversation that they had settled on. Not that she cared – she really had very little shame in regards to the matter. Nothing was crossing the line, really. She smiled at that, glancing over. ”Too bad. Good boys are less fun.” She remarked with a smirk, not at all finding that creepy. Still, she wondered if it was entirely true.
Harper was mildly disappointed her little trick didn’t get quite the response she’d been hoping for. It tended to go down pretty well at parties, at least. After a moment, she ‘thawed’, as it were, and reverted back to regular human form and fell silent, looking out the window as they went through the city, her thoughts wandering a little.
Soon, she felt the effects of the drink begin to weigh heavy on her eyelids, eventually drifting off into a light sleep. It was a rare night indeed when she could have a deep and dreamless sleep. Usually the past tended to catch up with her once her eyes were closed.
the year is 2018, four years after the first war between humans and gifted individuals came to an end, resulting in these so-called 'freaks' being rounded up and confined to the island city of ashmont, where they could be monitored by agents of the central world government - the combined forces of western powers with the shared goal of safeguarding humanity against the threat that superpowers pose.
after four years of escalating tensions, things have finally reached boiling point between the CWG and the freaks of ashmont. in the last year, government attitudes towards freaks has stepped up in their hostility, with all known individuals possessing powers being detained, tortured and sometimes never seen again in the name of ensuring humanity's safety. other freaks work with the agents with the promise of exemption from these new measures, even if it means betraying their own kind.
some freaks have formed a loose resistance group in the more remote and protected reaches of the island, planning to strike back against the agents and get their old lives back. however, with their already diminished numbers, it remains to be seen whether their powers alone are enough to even their odds of survival.
SEEKING: agents & humans!
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