Post by iDream on Aug 11, 2010 2:34:21 GMT -5
Static…
Just like usual, the image sparked to life in a quick burst of light.
Rather swiftly, the image focused on the beaming face of Io. There was no telling what she was so happy about (not that she ever really needed a reason to just be happy), or what she was up to this time. It was painfully obvious that gears were turning in that head of hers, as she still had that…something…that look, that…negative charisma in her eyes that everyone could feel, but no one could accurately define. Her eye color wasn’t an abnormal hue or anything like that, nor were they non feminine, but they were unnaturally cold, empty…like a homunculus’s soulless orbs. Notably, she was upside down as well. Specifically, laying upside down on that pilfered couch, her legs draped over the back. A regular human Cheshire this one was.
The room was quiet at the moment (because she’d sent Kenta out for something to eat), and once again she appeared to be daydreaming, behind her fluid form, in the background, lay a few small bottles of grain alcohol, more than likely from the mini-bar (which she had no business having, being under-age and all), as well as a few coiled bandages and what appeared to be a beige hood draped on a desk.
Kenta of course had been watching the whole show from that room; he smartened up from the last two incidents which saw him booted and otherwise restrained. Naturally, he’d given her quite the tongue-lashing for her little ‘bathroom’ break as well. It was of course a bit too lengthy, and more importantly, convenient. At the rate she was going (according to him) she might just end up with many more enemies than friends (which in the course of their history was actually the norm. That didn’t really ease his mind any, however, and considering these people were a lot bigger than the standard enemies Io tended to make, that just made Kenta proportionately more nervous.), and definitely land herself in a hospital somewhere.
For a reason she couldn’t explain, things were different today, and the last few days as well, than the past two weeks. Her interests had changed, and she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the general lack of response, the lack of attention, or perhaps this one was a bit more outwardly interesting. Whatever the reason was, her mind was fixated on a need idea, and she wouldn’t be denied results this time.
As she lay there, still silently peering into the camera, (and notably, still upside down) she managed to write out a note on the table beside her, unusually neatly, considering her position:
‘Gomennasai, Io-chan desu, Yoroshiku ne!!’
It was about this time that Kenta returned, less out of breath than during one of his ventures outside. He’s become less afraid of the guards ever since Io gifted him with a backstage pass, a good faith gesture as a promise that she wasn’t actually up to something (he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was loveable, so it was ok as far as she was concerned). Unfortunately, his hands were empty as well. Not really shocking, considering there wasn’t any sort of event scheduled for today, but mildly disappointing as well. Apparently he wasn’t really willing to travel outside the arena alone, lest it be some sort of trick (he was gullible, but not downright stupid after all). “(Sorry Io-chan, there’s nothing out there right now.)” He shrugged innocently, apologetically. Io pouted for a moment, allowing her happy smile to fade before spinning about and sitting up in the couch. Ever-pleasing Kenta almost seemed to perk up at the pout (which, unbeknownst to him was nothing more than a ploy to change locations) and gestured toward the door, “(but I think there’s a restaurant down the street, at a hotel I saw when…)” He almost seemed to choke, remembering the recent past, “(When I had to leave temporarily…)” He knew better than to just outright blame her for anything, even when it was clearly her fault. Io stuck her tongue out at him anyway. She knew what he was trying to say.
“(Ok, let’s go, I think I’d like that better than staying here anyway.)” She smiled her approval at him. Normally, that would’ve been a red flag, or at least should’ve been a red flag in his book (considering neither of them really knew anything about the area, or really had a substantial amount of money, since this was supposed to be a school trip and they didn’t need to bring much, and this little side venture of hers hadn’t seen a paycheck yet), but with a rather empty belly himself, he wasn’t much in an objective mood at the moment.
After gathering up a few of their things (they didn’t bring much, a week’s worth of clothing and the essentials), they vacated the pilfered room, with Io bursting back in a few moments later to gather up her note, and her camera of course.
Static…
Darkness…
Static…
It wasn’t until after the odd couple had arrived at the hotel, that the camera snapped back to life. Io, was arguing in her usual immature way with the hospitality clerk, about the requirements for renting a room, which at that establishment happened to be a major form of Credit, and 18 years of age, and it wasn’t really helping Io’s case that she had neither one (of course neither was the slight language/accent barrier). In a huff, she stamped back toward Kenta, whose face was losing color at each step. An unhappy Io generally meant some sort of scheme, and schemes always meant an unhappy Kenta. “(Er…Problem?)”
She stared daggers at him. With a callous shove, he tottered to a halt in front of the very same desk. “Eto…Sorry, engrish not good. Ano…I need room, please.” Of course, seeing as he didn’t look any older than she, and naturally had the same detriment of a lack of major credit, he was destined to fail this mission too, but for Io, that was the idea. Halfway through the hostess’s second time around explaining that she couldn’t give a room to minors with no credit, Io popped up behind the woman, and after reaching around her and tapping her chest swiftly a number of times (four to be exact, and once to the bridge of her nose, hardly visible with her handspeed), the poor woman sank to the floor in a heap. Kenta was mortified at the act, not because he didn’t believe she was capable of something like that, or even that she actually did it, but because there were probably security cameras in the building, and he was probably on camera as an accomplice (lucky for Kenta, the guard on duty at the time happened to not only have a rather dark sense of humor, but didn’t really like that particular hostess). After dragging the unconscious woman into a nearby broom closet, Io strode triumphantly behind the desk, and haughtily slipped a key card from its slot with two fingers. Kenta would’ve just stood there in his panicked paralysis if Io hadn’t just about dragged him away by the back of his collar (actually, she was pulling him along by the back of his collar, but he managed to remain on his feet). This girl was going to land him in jail for sure.
With a haughty grin, She offered the security camera a ‘V’ for victory all up into the doors of the elevator closed smoothly in front of her. The trip up to the desired floor was much longer than she expected, either because the building was just taller than she originally thought, or because the elevator was slow. The latter was easier for her to digest. Kenta was still rather catatonic, mostly. The entire way up, he’d been mumbling to himself, something or another about the sequence of events that’d happen after their assured capture. Jail, real jail, something about dropping soap, and then he’d grown completely silent. Needless to say, Io had to drag him down the hall as well.
“Heya yonhyakuichi~ Ii desu yo~~” Gingerly she slid the card into and back out of the lock before pushing the heavy door open. She couldn’t help but shiver as the blast of arctic wind hit her. She never could figure out why hotels were kept so cold… Kenta sure was heavy when he didn’t move, and it took much more effort than she’d really wanted to spend to help him onto the bed. The luggage was next, callously shoved into the closest corner. She’d unpack sooner or later, after whatever trouble that might arise from this subsided. She had to be sure she wasn’t going to get the boot after all.
It seemed like hours that she stared at the perfect white ceiling from her place on the other side of the bed, hands resting underneath her head. She was already plotting the fifth step in her plan, despite the fact that the first hadn’t even fully lifted from the ground as of yet. Still, in her mind, things were progressing as smooth as anyone could’ve expected. Considering that, now was as good a time as any to move forward. With an innocent giggle, she lifted the handset of the hotel phone from the receiver and dialed the call center. “Ah, yes, I would like to leave a message for another room, please…un…hai, er, yes…Ok, please give this message: I have what you want, duck….Hai, 402, Please…” And just as daintily, she lowered the receiver once again. She didn’t want to disturb Kenta after all.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much danger of that, because as soon as the click hit his eardrum, he was up in a flash, and into a major freakout. Also unfortunately, for him anyway, Io was on him in a flash, and pinned him down, much to his dismay. Except for the restrained movement, however, this did almost nothing to curb the freakout. “(Let me go! We have to leave! They’re going to catch us, and we’re going to jail, and…and bad things with soap! I’ve seen documentaries!)” As much as he could, he continued to buck and thrash underneath her (sure he weighed more than she did, and probably would have been able to free himself under normal circumstances, where he could concentrate enough to coordinate his movement, but, well, for him, normal was never normal around Io) to no avail.
“(Not if you be quiet and play it cool, they won’t. I know what I’m doing.)” Nothing she said to that effect was ever reassuring for him, until significant amounts of time passed without incident, and 20 minutes wasn’t nearly significant enough for his liking. On a positive note (For both of them, really), Kenta managed to tire himself enough to stop thrashing, finding himself reduced to a low panting. “(But Io-chan! You hurt someone, someone’s going to notice that!)” He even reverted back to his usual concerned whine. “(She’s not hurt, just…sleeping! Yeah, she’s sleeping.)” She tried to offer him a reassuring smile, though that never really worked on him either. “(She’ll wake up in a few…)” She took a quick peek at her watch… “(hours…and! She won’t even remember what happened!)” The smile widened into a confident grin. Those, along with the proposed time table just made it worse. His second wind returned.
“(No! I don’t believe you, let me go! I have to turn myself in before this gets worse!)” Io held him even tighter, until he tired himself out again. “(Oh no you don’t, you’re staying right here, and you’re going to enjoy yourself, got it? This is going to be fun, and I want you to be a part of it.)” Now, it could have been the position he was in, or the fact that he was still a teenager, but the thought of ‘fun’ brought images to his mind that were, to him, better left kept there…secretly. He never was good at keeping secrets though, evidence by the bright blush staining his cheeks. Not that Io really understood why, but she decided to punish him anyway, with a healthy lick to his face.
Oh yes, this was going to be loads of fun…
Static…
Darkness….
(As always, feel free to question or comment, if you like something, dislike something, or are just confused as all heck. I don't mind answering questions as long as it doesn't give too much away
)
Just like usual, the image sparked to life in a quick burst of light.
Rather swiftly, the image focused on the beaming face of Io. There was no telling what she was so happy about (not that she ever really needed a reason to just be happy), or what she was up to this time. It was painfully obvious that gears were turning in that head of hers, as she still had that…something…that look, that…negative charisma in her eyes that everyone could feel, but no one could accurately define. Her eye color wasn’t an abnormal hue or anything like that, nor were they non feminine, but they were unnaturally cold, empty…like a homunculus’s soulless orbs. Notably, she was upside down as well. Specifically, laying upside down on that pilfered couch, her legs draped over the back. A regular human Cheshire this one was.
The room was quiet at the moment (because she’d sent Kenta out for something to eat), and once again she appeared to be daydreaming, behind her fluid form, in the background, lay a few small bottles of grain alcohol, more than likely from the mini-bar (which she had no business having, being under-age and all), as well as a few coiled bandages and what appeared to be a beige hood draped on a desk.
Kenta of course had been watching the whole show from that room; he smartened up from the last two incidents which saw him booted and otherwise restrained. Naturally, he’d given her quite the tongue-lashing for her little ‘bathroom’ break as well. It was of course a bit too lengthy, and more importantly, convenient. At the rate she was going (according to him) she might just end up with many more enemies than friends (which in the course of their history was actually the norm. That didn’t really ease his mind any, however, and considering these people were a lot bigger than the standard enemies Io tended to make, that just made Kenta proportionately more nervous.), and definitely land herself in a hospital somewhere.
For a reason she couldn’t explain, things were different today, and the last few days as well, than the past two weeks. Her interests had changed, and she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the general lack of response, the lack of attention, or perhaps this one was a bit more outwardly interesting. Whatever the reason was, her mind was fixated on a need idea, and she wouldn’t be denied results this time.
As she lay there, still silently peering into the camera, (and notably, still upside down) she managed to write out a note on the table beside her, unusually neatly, considering her position:
‘Gomennasai, Io-chan desu, Yoroshiku ne!!’
It was about this time that Kenta returned, less out of breath than during one of his ventures outside. He’s become less afraid of the guards ever since Io gifted him with a backstage pass, a good faith gesture as a promise that she wasn’t actually up to something (he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was loveable, so it was ok as far as she was concerned). Unfortunately, his hands were empty as well. Not really shocking, considering there wasn’t any sort of event scheduled for today, but mildly disappointing as well. Apparently he wasn’t really willing to travel outside the arena alone, lest it be some sort of trick (he was gullible, but not downright stupid after all). “(Sorry Io-chan, there’s nothing out there right now.)” He shrugged innocently, apologetically. Io pouted for a moment, allowing her happy smile to fade before spinning about and sitting up in the couch. Ever-pleasing Kenta almost seemed to perk up at the pout (which, unbeknownst to him was nothing more than a ploy to change locations) and gestured toward the door, “(but I think there’s a restaurant down the street, at a hotel I saw when…)” He almost seemed to choke, remembering the recent past, “(When I had to leave temporarily…)” He knew better than to just outright blame her for anything, even when it was clearly her fault. Io stuck her tongue out at him anyway. She knew what he was trying to say.
“(Ok, let’s go, I think I’d like that better than staying here anyway.)” She smiled her approval at him. Normally, that would’ve been a red flag, or at least should’ve been a red flag in his book (considering neither of them really knew anything about the area, or really had a substantial amount of money, since this was supposed to be a school trip and they didn’t need to bring much, and this little side venture of hers hadn’t seen a paycheck yet), but with a rather empty belly himself, he wasn’t much in an objective mood at the moment.
After gathering up a few of their things (they didn’t bring much, a week’s worth of clothing and the essentials), they vacated the pilfered room, with Io bursting back in a few moments later to gather up her note, and her camera of course.
Static…
Darkness…
Static…
It wasn’t until after the odd couple had arrived at the hotel, that the camera snapped back to life. Io, was arguing in her usual immature way with the hospitality clerk, about the requirements for renting a room, which at that establishment happened to be a major form of Credit, and 18 years of age, and it wasn’t really helping Io’s case that she had neither one (of course neither was the slight language/accent barrier). In a huff, she stamped back toward Kenta, whose face was losing color at each step. An unhappy Io generally meant some sort of scheme, and schemes always meant an unhappy Kenta. “(Er…Problem?)”
She stared daggers at him. With a callous shove, he tottered to a halt in front of the very same desk. “Eto…Sorry, engrish not good. Ano…I need room, please.” Of course, seeing as he didn’t look any older than she, and naturally had the same detriment of a lack of major credit, he was destined to fail this mission too, but for Io, that was the idea. Halfway through the hostess’s second time around explaining that she couldn’t give a room to minors with no credit, Io popped up behind the woman, and after reaching around her and tapping her chest swiftly a number of times (four to be exact, and once to the bridge of her nose, hardly visible with her handspeed), the poor woman sank to the floor in a heap. Kenta was mortified at the act, not because he didn’t believe she was capable of something like that, or even that she actually did it, but because there were probably security cameras in the building, and he was probably on camera as an accomplice (lucky for Kenta, the guard on duty at the time happened to not only have a rather dark sense of humor, but didn’t really like that particular hostess). After dragging the unconscious woman into a nearby broom closet, Io strode triumphantly behind the desk, and haughtily slipped a key card from its slot with two fingers. Kenta would’ve just stood there in his panicked paralysis if Io hadn’t just about dragged him away by the back of his collar (actually, she was pulling him along by the back of his collar, but he managed to remain on his feet). This girl was going to land him in jail for sure.
With a haughty grin, She offered the security camera a ‘V’ for victory all up into the doors of the elevator closed smoothly in front of her. The trip up to the desired floor was much longer than she expected, either because the building was just taller than she originally thought, or because the elevator was slow. The latter was easier for her to digest. Kenta was still rather catatonic, mostly. The entire way up, he’d been mumbling to himself, something or another about the sequence of events that’d happen after their assured capture. Jail, real jail, something about dropping soap, and then he’d grown completely silent. Needless to say, Io had to drag him down the hall as well.
“Heya yonhyakuichi~ Ii desu yo~~” Gingerly she slid the card into and back out of the lock before pushing the heavy door open. She couldn’t help but shiver as the blast of arctic wind hit her. She never could figure out why hotels were kept so cold… Kenta sure was heavy when he didn’t move, and it took much more effort than she’d really wanted to spend to help him onto the bed. The luggage was next, callously shoved into the closest corner. She’d unpack sooner or later, after whatever trouble that might arise from this subsided. She had to be sure she wasn’t going to get the boot after all.
It seemed like hours that she stared at the perfect white ceiling from her place on the other side of the bed, hands resting underneath her head. She was already plotting the fifth step in her plan, despite the fact that the first hadn’t even fully lifted from the ground as of yet. Still, in her mind, things were progressing as smooth as anyone could’ve expected. Considering that, now was as good a time as any to move forward. With an innocent giggle, she lifted the handset of the hotel phone from the receiver and dialed the call center. “Ah, yes, I would like to leave a message for another room, please…un…hai, er, yes…Ok, please give this message: I have what you want, duck….Hai, 402, Please…” And just as daintily, she lowered the receiver once again. She didn’t want to disturb Kenta after all.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much danger of that, because as soon as the click hit his eardrum, he was up in a flash, and into a major freakout. Also unfortunately, for him anyway, Io was on him in a flash, and pinned him down, much to his dismay. Except for the restrained movement, however, this did almost nothing to curb the freakout. “(Let me go! We have to leave! They’re going to catch us, and we’re going to jail, and…and bad things with soap! I’ve seen documentaries!)” As much as he could, he continued to buck and thrash underneath her (sure he weighed more than she did, and probably would have been able to free himself under normal circumstances, where he could concentrate enough to coordinate his movement, but, well, for him, normal was never normal around Io) to no avail.
“(Not if you be quiet and play it cool, they won’t. I know what I’m doing.)” Nothing she said to that effect was ever reassuring for him, until significant amounts of time passed without incident, and 20 minutes wasn’t nearly significant enough for his liking. On a positive note (For both of them, really), Kenta managed to tire himself enough to stop thrashing, finding himself reduced to a low panting. “(But Io-chan! You hurt someone, someone’s going to notice that!)” He even reverted back to his usual concerned whine. “(She’s not hurt, just…sleeping! Yeah, she’s sleeping.)” She tried to offer him a reassuring smile, though that never really worked on him either. “(She’ll wake up in a few…)” She took a quick peek at her watch… “(hours…and! She won’t even remember what happened!)” The smile widened into a confident grin. Those, along with the proposed time table just made it worse. His second wind returned.
“(No! I don’t believe you, let me go! I have to turn myself in before this gets worse!)” Io held him even tighter, until he tired himself out again. “(Oh no you don’t, you’re staying right here, and you’re going to enjoy yourself, got it? This is going to be fun, and I want you to be a part of it.)” Now, it could have been the position he was in, or the fact that he was still a teenager, but the thought of ‘fun’ brought images to his mind that were, to him, better left kept there…secretly. He never was good at keeping secrets though, evidence by the bright blush staining his cheeks. Not that Io really understood why, but she decided to punish him anyway, with a healthy lick to his face.
Oh yes, this was going to be loads of fun…
Static…
Darkness….
(As always, feel free to question or comment, if you like something, dislike something, or are just confused as all heck. I don't mind answering questions as long as it doesn't give too much away
)