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Posted by rainewater on Dec 4, 2008 10:02:29 GMT -6
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Raina laughed as Sara took the magnet. "Ok, well then you have a weird taste in lucky charms" she grinned. "aren't clovers more reputable?" she sipped from her tea listening to the blustering outside.
Though most people were unsettled during a snow storm Raina always felt more relaxed. It provided a comforting familiar white noise and reminded her of home. Chatting with Sara and keeping an eye on Luke she made a point of listening to the wind.
"So... since you've started being a security tester for Jacobs and Jacobs how did mine rate?"
Raina looked up. Oh! That must have been it. "You're working for Luke?" that made so much more sense now. Maybe they'd set up to test his system and she was surprising him, or maybe she was monitoring someone elses and she had to tell him what was happening. it had to be something important like that, why else would she be here so late? And obviously it was embaressing to admit what she'd walked in on. but now things were making more sense. "That is so wonderful!" she was thinking mainly of her friend using a hotel more than sleeping on the streets now.
If Sara looked around and took in the scene she'd see a few interesting things. The fondue and dish set waiting to be put away in the kitchen, the braille dictionary and copy of Life of Pi on the table, and if her eyes really wandered to the adjacent door in the guest room she'd see the clothing pattern of her dress hanging in the open closet.
"You must find it hard when the weather gets bad. But I guess you do have all that fir to keep you warm. Scales don't do much..." she laughed "but Im pretty lucky with the cold." she checked on Luke out of the corner of her eye.
"So you two want to tell me about this business agreement?" she asked implying about Luke's earlier statement.
Sara held the Mickey between her fingers, letting him smile up at her. She closed her fingers around the magnet and slipped Mickey into her pocket.
"So... since you've started being a security tester for Jacobs and Jacobs how did mine rate?"
“Um…” Sara glanced over at Luke, who was looking entirely too sly at that comment. Oh crap. Not in front of Raina.
"Any suggestions on how I can improve things to keep out the occasional cat burglar?"
“Ahhh….” Her mind was racing. And then Raina had to pipe in about her being employed. Ha! Sara could only wish she was actually employed. She had actually come to see Luke’s customer with the idea of trying to play off, her actually having a normal job, just to try it once. And he actually had Raina biting the bait, just to mess with Sara too.
“Well I have some criticism.” Sara said. Her look going from not really knowing what to say, to a little on the sly side. As she spoke she became more comfortable, but at first, her words were stressed. “first off you will want to put something between the hinge of your door, and your roller alarm. There’s a straight shot on that, from the hallway and a said, cat burglar could stick a wire through the door, and manage to stop the roller, or keep the magnetic force needed to not trip the alarm while they open the door. About getting in, Short of installing a munch of other equipment, locks are just too easy to pick. Burglars can come in anyways, but at least your alarm will go off.”
Sara sipped her tea very smugly. “I got in just fine, It was getting out that you caught me. Mickey slipped off of the alarm at the top.” Her attention turned to Raina.” Luke has told all of his customers that I have had the privilege of speeking to, that I am his consultant. We haven’t discussed work hours, or how this would work, but the job would be right up my alley.” She smiled at Luke, Letting her head lean a little over her steaming cup. “What do you think, boss?”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 4, 2008 10:45:41 GMT -6
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Luke was pretending to take Sara's suggestions seriously... or at least he was half trying. Half of his mind was agreeing with was the feline had to say while another half was simply enjoying the kitty's obvious discomfort. Alas, the moment passed all to quickly and Luke suddenly found the spotlight thrown back on himself.
"Oh shoot.." He thought to himself as he scrambled to come up with a suitable answer. He was a businessman... he should be able to come up with information like this on the fly! Of course, that would be without Raina in the room distracting him with the beauty of her voice and even her scent. And of course, if Luke had his sonar still on he would have still been wondering just how in the world she could make sweat pants and a t-shirt look sexy...
"Focus... focus... business... this is business..." The blind man lectured himself as he took a spit of tea. Finally lowering the mug, Luke spoke up with as much control as he could muster.
"We have standard rates that apply to most consultants, but with your unique..."
"Roses? Tulips? Why can't I place a name to Raina's scent?"
"Abilities and experience," He continued, as he forcefully yanked his mind back on track, "We can probably afford to be extra generous. Your going rate would be $100 dollars an hour plus expenses while on the job. We of course would expect full analysis reports along with suggestions on how to improve the particular site. Any broken equipment would be deducted from your pay however, if the equipment were simply disabled where it could be reconnected there would be no penalty. Your pay would be drawn up the Friday following a completed assignment with a check or money order."
Luke's mind was still scrambling as he tried to remember if there was anything else that his company normally offered their consultants... high pay plus expenses was pretty much the industry standard but with the late hour and the close proximity of a certain mermaid there was no way to be completely sure.
"Does that sound..."
"It must be the hips... only way to make those clothes looks sexy... has to be the hips..."
"Um... acceptable?" Luke finished before lifting his mug and hiding behind the beverage again. This was not the best way to conduct business but he didn't particularly have a choice right now.
Posted by rainewater on Dec 4, 2008 11:36:35 GMT -6
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Raina cocked her head to the side as the conversation drifted into business and completley elluded her. She yawned here and there- she was tired and it had been a long day. She closed her eyes briefly drifting in an out of the conversation.
She started on a thinking pattern. She could hear Luke's voice and she found herself wondering what his eyes looked like if they werent clouded over. She wondered why he never simply wore contacts so he wouldn't have to keep up the blind charade. That made her think of that episode on TLC she saw with the blind kid who used echolocation. That made her think of Leila her knew dolphin friend at the mansion.
Her head bobbed and she jerked her eyes opened and sat up straight. "Oh that makes sense" she added idly to the conversation. As Luke continued explaining things her head bobbed forward again and Raina whistfully fell asleep for real this time.
She was still vaugely aware of her surroundings. Aware that she was sitting upright on a couch and it wasn't exactly comfortable though she wasn't about to use her energy to get up and put herself to bed. She was aware of the familiar voices, the familiar smells.
As she drifted forward she slid over and leaned against Sara and mumbled "Your pillows are so soft here Luke." and then something else incomprehendable before settling on a rythmic breathing pattern.
Sara was having trouble keeping a straight face as Luke continued to talk business. What he was talking about sounded too good to be true, and Sara went from looking so smoke and sly, and like the cool cat she wanted to be, to more reserved. She wasn’t completely out right mad, but a little frustrated. She could only wish to make money like that. In reality she stole, on average about 20 bucks a day. That was what she spent on food, so when she had more than she needed, she just waited. 20 bucks was a lot to her. 100 for an hour of her time, was incomprehensible to Sara. It was nice Luke could dream that well. Sara knew reality.
Sara remained seated, though Raina shifting over to lean against her, commenting about Luke having nice pillows. Sara set her tea cup down on the table. And shifted so that she was more comfortable. Gingerly, she lifted the blanket, that Raina had draped over her lap, so that it was tucked around Raina’s shoulders. She shifted, thinking about picking Raina up herself, but instead, she just turned in her seat. She felt lucky Raina didn’t try to fluff her or something like that.
She didn’t answer Luke right away about his question. Was what he was offering really acceptable? Sara was more concerned with if he was for real. “Would you do the honors?” She asked him, motioning to the sleeping Raina. She didn’t want to say no, but she needed a minute to think.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 4, 2008 12:45:16 GMT -6
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"Your pillows are so soft here Luke." Raina murmured, her voice obviously very drowsy.
"Pillows? I don't have pillows on the couch?" Luke thought as he concentrated and slowly extended his sonar, doing his best not to hit Sara with it. He had given her a real earful earlier and while a part of him still felt that she had deserved it, a part felt bad that he had reacted that way.
As his sonar extended the scene before him was revealed... Raina was sprawed with her head on Sara's shoulder, quite obviously asleep.
"Guess that scratches any ideas I had about cuddling." Luke thought to himself, adding one more point to the tally of reasons why he shoudl be angry with Sara, "Wonderful."
“Would you do the honors?” Sara spoke up, and even though he couldn't see her completely he caught the motion with her hand. Sara was allowing him to carry Raina off? She continueing to protect the mermaid from the big bad blind man?
"Sure." Luke spoke softly as he set down his mug and then stood and moved over to the couch. He was trying to keep his sonar under control so that it wouldn't bother Sara but in order to see Raina he knew the cat had to be hearing some of it. "Sorry about the noise." He murmured quietly as he slipped his arms under the red haired woman and slowly lifted her off the couch and into his arms.
Raina looked so peaceful when she was asleep and as he walked towards the bedroom Luke found himself just admiring her features and facial expressions. Sara was out to protect Raina... he knew that but he also knew that there was no way he could ever intentionally hurt this mermaid.
Cradeling the mermaid in his right arm Luke pulled back the sheets with his left and then carefully slipped her into the bed before pulling the covers up over her. "Sleep well beautiful." Luke whispered as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the woman's fair cheek, "Sweet dreams."
As he exited the bedroom, Luke half closed the doorway behind him so that any light would be blocked out while still leaving it possible for Raina to hear them if she woke up or for Sara and Luke to hear her if she had another nightmare.
"This was not how I planned to spend my night, but maybe it's for the best." Luke said quietly as he walked over and took a seat back in his leather recliner while being careful to keep his sonar away from the feline, "I don't want her having any doubts when something happens so... maybe I should thank you. But I just don't feel like doing that right now."
Luke was lifting Raina, and with Sara no longer supporting Raina’s head with her shoulder, she let her body relax back into the couch, with her head on the arm cushion. Her arms crossed even though she wasn’t cold, and her feet lifted off of the floor, as her legs angled themselves in front of the couch cushion. Making a mental type wall. Not intentional, but it was there. “No place is completely quiet anyways.” There was always a buzz of background noise where ever Sara went. With Luke there was just more of one. While it sort of hurt, some of the time, she hadn’t gotten a head ach. Though she didn’t really know what one of those was.
Luke disappeared into the bedroom for a minute, and Sara leaned back against the back rest, that felt way too cushy, for what she was used to. In fact, come to think of it, Luke said she could have the guest bed, but if she were a betting feline, she would put her money on the fact that his guest bed was probably also going to feel too soft to be comfortable.
As silently as possible, Sara pushed herself away form the couch, and walked across the room to the window. Tea cup in hand. If she left before Raina and Luke woke up, would they mind? Luke probably wouldn’t but she didn’t care what he thought. It was Raina who asked for her to stay, and it was Raina who had her and Luke talking nicely. With her asleep, Sara didn’t know how things would really hold up.
Then there was the business talk that had just happened. Was that real? Sara didn’t exactly tell Raina the truth about why Luke had mentioned her as a security consultant. She didn’t even really know what all the job entitled, or how having a job really worked. When she had worked, it was commission, under the table, and dishonest. That was cash right away. Cold hard cash. Not money orders or checks. Sara didn’t even have an account, or ID or any way that she could walk into a bank and cash those things with. Not to mention keeping the teller from screaming and calling animal control.
Sara leaned her shoulder against the wall, just next to the window, as she watched the flurries of snow drift to the ground. When ever she thought about doing the legit thing, her mind swam with all the other consequences. Plus, she didn’t know if her first home was still looking for her. If word got out that a cat girl with a 0623 brand on her back was running around New York, her and Ayesac would have to move again. The city was noisy, but it was growing on Sara.
Luke Reentered and Sara remained in her position, near the window. “The way that came down was not my first intentions,.. Mostly.” Her voice might of sounded a little defensive, but over all she was trying to relax. “I meant to surprise you, and only you. I smelled Raina outside, but the sent wasn’t strong, so I thought she came and went.” Sara set her tea cup down on the window sill, where the steam fogged the pain, and her arms crossed.
Sara watched Luke carefully. Her buzzing mind came to a slow silence, and she came to the conclution the security position offer was just something to tell Raina. Or to avoid more fighting in front of her. “Thank you for playing along about the job thing.” It had to be too good to be true.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 4, 2008 15:54:05 GMT -6
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As soon as Sara spoke, Luke knew she had moved. If he were a betting man she would have been somewhere near the window and knowing human nature she was probably looking out of it. Keeping his sonar tightly under reign he maintained it at the range of only 1 foot so that it wouldn't give either Sara or himself a headache.
"I knew it wasn't your intention to come in when something like that was going on." Luke replied somewhat tiredly before reaching out and slowly groping for his tea until his hand found it. Lifting the mug to his lips the blind man sipped at the warm liquid. How in the world had he gone from spending time in bed with a beautiful woman to being yanked from that bed and now sitting chatting with a furry feline in his living room?
"Sounds like a bad soap opera... a really bad soap opera."
"And I wasn't playing along with the job. It's an opportunity for you if you want it. It's not steady work... you'd just be called to do the job when necessary but there's no way of knowing whether that would equal one call a year or fifty calls a year." Luke spoke up as he lowered the mug and settled it carefully on his right thigh. He was dressed in his pants and shirt so there was no reason to feel embaressed but he could still see the tears and stretching that Sara had caused.
"She's been hurt before." Luke stated rather bluntly as he changed the subject to something he thought was far more important, "Did you know her then?"
Even though it was late, Sara hadn’t really tired yet. Truth be told, with her healing ability, she had trouble tiring herself out enough that sleep was possible. So even though it was night, this was practically her day. Her days started and ended at different times all the time.
“Well that explains the high fees per hour.” She would probably still have to steal. “So it wouldn’t be a way out.” Sara mumbled to herself, as she thought. She still had to think.
Luke was offering her more than what she really understood. Even if she still had to steal, one job could lead to another. Really not a lot to hope for, in Sara’s eyes, but maybe.
Stealing and Sara, had a odd partnership. She wasn’t proud that she did it, but she had pride in her thieving skills. She enjoyed the challenges and the puzzles that ever break in, pickpocket, and commission presented her with. It was also dangerous. She’d been pushing her luck lately.
"She's been hurt before."
Sara’s head turned away from the window, and she looked at Luke. He wasn’t asking, he was making a statement. “Yes.”
"Did you know her then?"
“sort of…” If Sara could have been looking at Luke’s eyes, she would have been. Every time she looked at him, when she didn’t have her head filled with the buzz of his sonar, it felt odd. “I know you hear us talk about the camps a lot…” Sara paused. She was detaching herself from the memory while she explained things. “I wont tell you everything I know, because some things are too personal to be my business to tell. I also don’t know the whole story. When she is ready, she’ll say something.” Sara explained as she gathered the rest of her thoughts.
“The first night we were at the camps, Raina was in the infirmary. I was told Raina was shot in the process to getting her to the camps. I’ve scene Raina injured with other things, and her personality was different. My instincts go highly on patterns.” Plus the different smells she learned to notice.
“Raina first turned into a mermaid at the camps as well.” Sara could probably be heard as she shifted, near the window. She was removing the leather arm band she wore on her right arm, to cover her scar she’d gotten that circled her wrist. Mean while, her voice was hollowed. “It happened after she accidentally splashed herself at the laundry area. The laundry was my assigned job at the camps. I was finishing making a uniform delivery, and when I returned, there was Raina, gasping for air, on the snow, and she had a fish tail. When we got her inside, in a bath, they saw her second mutation as a chance to study us.” That last one really hit home fore Sara, and her voice lowered deep in the back of her throat before she moved on to another time jump.
“Then she was shot again during the break out. She was out, and safe, despite the hole being shot thing, and the stubern girl comes back to search for me.” She sighed. “I wish she hadn’t.”
(If I need to edit Raina, tell me. I know my memory isn’t the best. So I may have things wrong, or I may have said something too much.)
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 4, 2008 21:21:46 GMT -6
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"Raina told me a few things about her past but I didn't press her for details." Luke replied quietly after he listened to Sara's story. Her words had filled in a few of the gaps but there were still holes and information he didn't have. It wasn't anything to worry about or obsess over but a part of him did wonder whether Raina would ever be ready to share the whole story. "If she ever thinks I should know I'm sure she'll tell me."
Luke had never known that Raina had been detained for study but he was sure it must have been heartbreaking for the young woman when she found out her mutation was more visible than ever before. The fact she had tried surgery in order to get rid of her mutation showed just how desperate she had been at that time.
"Why didn't I know her then? I could have helped her through it instead of just hearing about it after wards. How many scars are hidden beneath the surface that she may never be able to reveal to me?"
"The camps are one of the things that made you so self reliant." Luke spoke up, observing and stating a fact once again, "How did you handle it there?"
Sara had said more than she intended, though the more personal information, Sara had managed to keep back. Raina would tell Luke in time. It wasn’t Sara’s job to blab to everyone about some things.
"The camps are one of the things that made you so self reliant."
“Probably.” Sara said softly. Sara thought of herself as self reliant before the camps, but the camps forced her to open up. To find other people, where she would rather go off on her own.
"How did you handle it there?"
“Looking back, I don’t know.” Sara turned back to the window as she spoke. Placing the leather arm band she normally used to cover her scar around her wrist, on the window sill. The thing always got itchy when she wore it too long. “we had a grave yard, just for residences. A lot of things, I tried not to notice, at first. I stayed well behaved enough to get into trouble with it counted.” Normally stepping up, to the guards, when there were the children residences involved, or being threatened. “I stole, and I kept myself busy with my assigned job. That’s all I could do.”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 5, 2008 6:14:47 GMT -6
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Luke knew it had to be a hard thing for Sara to talk about the camps. Raina obviously didn't want to talk about it so it was no surprise that Sara didn't enjoy talking about it. He had been one of the fortunate... on the outside all he had faced was derision and ridicule because he was marked as a mutant but there had been no mental or physical torture or persecution. And through it all there had been friends... human friends to help encourage him to keep pressing on day after day. His law team had helped somewhat with overturning the Registration Act but even in that he had only played a small part. There was no way he could truly relate with the experiences that either of these women had gone through.
"Are you going to be here in the morning when Raina wakes up?" Luke's voice was quiet as he changed the subject to something only slightly less uncomfortable. For his own part he would rather have liked it if Sara were to leave before either of them was awake but from what he knew of Raina she would want to know that Sara was OK. "I'm sure she'd want you to be... and I can offer you breakfast if you're interested."
To anyone outside of the situation, Luke's offering breakfast to the cat that had just broken into his apartment must have seemed strange. Heck, it seemed strange to him but no matter how much he wanted to keep up his anger and hold it against Sara, she was still Raina's friend. That fact alone warranted at least a little hospitality... didn't it?
“I don’t know if I’ll be here when you wake up or not.” Sara admitted. She was still trying to decide if she would face the cold, soon as Luke went to sleep, or if she would sit and wait. Truth was, she was still sizing up the weather, and still wondered if she could make it to the other side of the city, before it got really bad. She was a Michigander, She’d scene worst, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous.
"I'm sure she'd want you to be... and I can offer you breakfast if you're interested."
The corner of Sara’s mouth turned up and she turned back to Luke. Leaning against the wall next to the window. “And you don’t.” She let out a soft laugh. “Luke, you are the strangest person I have ever met, and that’s why I can’t trust you right now. No offence.”
Sara picked her tea cup off of the window sill and began moving to the kitchen. Her tea bag was dropped into the trash, and she rinsed her cup in the sink while she continued to talk. “The more I do to you, the more you give me things. You are aware that no matter what the situation is, most people don’t do that. As you said it, I tried to make your business look bad,” though that wasn’t Sara’s first intention. “I steal your cell phone, mess with your customers, and you buy me a hot dog.”
Sara was walking back in the room, after leaving her cup in the sink. “tonight, I break into your home, disrupt you…. And then threaten your life. A threat that is still in play, and you let me stay the night, offer me a job, and ask if I want breakfast in the morning. The more I do to you, weather it is for Raina or not, the better things you give back.” Sara made it into the living area, where she sat on the couch, across from Luke. “If I burned down your home, you just might give me a kidney.” Sara crossed her legs, and leaned against the arm rest. “Do you want me gone in the morning?”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Dec 5, 2008 12:02:58 GMT -6
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That was an interesting question... did Luke want Sara to be there in the morning? And even beyond that what did he want in general? Obviously the feline was focusing on just the one facett of the question but with a tired mind it was hard to focus on just one detail.
"I can't really say... part of me is still ticked at all the crap you've been putting me through but part of me still thinks there's something likeable about you. Don't ask me why." Luke replied quietly, as he moved both hands to grip the mug, momentarily enjoying the warmth.
"But more than that I want Raina to be happy... I wish I was in there with her, holding while she was sleeping but since I didn't ask, I'll stay out here like I originally offered. I think your being here in the morning would make Raina happy so on that level... yes... I want you to be here in the morning."
It was necessarily a clear answer but it was the best that he was going to offer with the weariness trying to cloud his mind. There was no way that she was going to get a definitive yes or no... she would have to decide using the clues that he had just provided.
Ok that was sort of funny. She was likeable. “Must be those natural kitten faces I’ve been making.” She leaned back in the cushions of the couch and brought her feet up so she was curled comfortably.
"But more than that I want Raina to be happy... I wish I was in there with her, holding while she was sleeping but since I didn't ask, I'll stay out here like I originally offered. I think your being here in the morning would make Raina happy so on that level... yes... I want you to be here in the morning."
Sara laughed lightly again. “you know. There’s whipped expression, that starts with a feline frace, that comes to my mind. Though in this instance… There’s more than one use.” She didn’t mean that as derogatory as it came out, but she did find the thought entertaining.
“I know you offered the guest room, but I’ll take the couch.” Sara replied. “It’s your home.” And as it was Sara wanted herself strategically placed where she could still leave, if she changed her mind..