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#1 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@katraya:

"Well then. To Venezuela we go. Thanks that helps a lot." I got up and walked to my bedroom. I placed my belongings in a safe, and went to the closet and looked at something I hadn't seen in some time. My suit from my hero days. Nothing spectacular, nothing flashy. A little number that said, I'm here to save the day. Before exiting the room I spoke loudly enough for Kat to hear me. "Don't laugh okay...I feel a bit silly in it already."

I checked my schedule and noted that I had amassed a full week of leave, and I made the call to enter my vacation time in. "If we leave now, we can be there by morning. That is assuming the Blood God didn't give you teleporation powers." he looked at her, actually hoping that it had. "By the end of this little trip, I'm going to make you laugh...I SWEAR it" "You've gotta learn how to have fun sometimes. All work and no play makes for a bad Katraya..."

#2 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@y_intercept:

It was as if she knew exactly what buttons to push, to take control, pilot my mind to a time that had long since passed. This woman, spoke of things that couldn't have been known, unless...Unless she was from there as well, which by all intents and purposes wasn't impossible, but very unlikely. I myself had only awoken to this reality a short time ago. Yet still, there was a foreboding power in her slickness. With little warning, she attacked, but not herself. Under her command, fabled terracotta soldiers descended upon me like rigid waves, a constant barrage of brutality.

Normally I was more than capable of defending myself. But in this case, something differentiated within me. Some shift in power had taken place, no doubt the work of that slithering witch. The clatter of porcelain fists drowned out her voice, but nothing could have prepared me for what would come next. In a blazing, inglorious dash she swept through like a single minded tornado, striking me just so that my consciousness left me.

When I awoke, my body glistened from profuse sweat. The lavish bedspread was futile in comparison to the sheer amount of devastation I felt. My arms and legs were tied, steel like threads cut into my wrists and ankles, my mouth gagged with a solid spherical device, placed just so that I could breath almost normally, and drool seeped out of either side of my jaws when I tried to struggle. All I could do was moan, guttural and animalistic sounds that noted my rage. It wasn't even then that I noticed my bare body, and the room got colder, an omen to note her arrival.

The silence was the worst, as if she knew that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't think about it, I wouldn't even have guessed what was going to happen. She mounted me...Violation was the best way to describe it. And when she was done with me, I just laid there, a twisted piece of existence, emotions and things resembling thoughts. Is this what it felt like to truly be at the mercy of someone...To truly have no identity and to be just a thing...I just laid there...and just laid there.

#3 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

Okay @yintercept I'll post today. Work has been the pits lately wit Age of Ultron coming out. Sorry

#4 Edited by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@katraya"You've got so many questions" I laughed jocularly. It was apparent that Katraya was used to being alone, and even more so, used to having all the answers. But here, I was providing them, as best I could. I opened the door to my apartment, the other keys swiping against the paint and metal leaving tell tale marks of life on the other side. "You're right though, I mean about nothing being free, everyone having ulterior motives. But again, I'm trying to prove my point. Not everyone's motives are nefarious. Some people just like to help. It's that special feeling, when you've lent your hand in creating a better world for someone and around you. It's why I'm helping you Katraya. Just that simple. Now, lets start...I have a feeling that this might take a while"

I sat down in front of my MacbookPro, opened my email and retrieved the file that had been sent by the hospital. "Seems like it was a cocktail. There's like seventeen...snake, Puffer fish, even arsenic...Also, it's synthesized. Seems like they wanted to run the gambit, whatever your weakness was to this stuff...And whoever made it...They were gonna make sure it worked on you" I turned around in my swivel chair, and looked her dead in the eye. "Who'd you f*** over. Seems like you've made another enemy. Somebody that got close enough to you or knew just enough about you to know that you had a weakness to organic poisons." "While you think about that, I'll continue researching."

The glare from the screen illuminating my face, I looked at various different industries that specialized in synthetic/organic poisons and the handling of such. It could've been any one of them...And still I couldn't help but to think that this had more to do with trying to prove a point, than to actually kill her.

#5 Edited by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

Avery is a Gold Star Gay- which means he's never been with a woman...Except for that one time thingy with Maya, back when she was a blonde...But whatever..

Also, he thinks that V's look like angry flowers ... just saying

#6 Edited by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@katraya:

She retorted "If you are lying, I will kill you" It wasn't a "thank you" no. But, like my previous beliefs had been solidified, this woman hadn't had known how to ask for help."Kat. I'm helping you, because I want to show you that not everyone is out to get you, or out to be gotten by you. I'm one of those odd fellows that just likes to help people reach their goals. And it sounds like you've been searching for something bigger than your sister. I think...Under all that anger and armor, you just want to feel redeemed for what you could not do...Save your sister. But redemption often comes in a form we don't recognize."

I was tired of sitting in the sun. I longed for my couch and tv. It was how I spent my free time mostly nowadays. I liked to keep up on current events around the world, but often I found myself watching reruns of RPDR and American Horror Story: Coven. "We'll start our search at my apartment. I'll ask the nurses to send me the information on the poison that was in you. We can find out who would have had access to it. Unless you already know who it was? But anyway, the internet is a great things. Plus, with the life I've lead I've made a few friends that dabble in the sort of mess you seem to be in."

I lead the way in a hurried pace, excited to see this unfold.

#7 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio
#8 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@y_intercept:

I thought it was a dream at first, the sound of someone banging on my door. I ignored it , thinking that it would stop; there was more sleep to be had. Clarity was gained, when the wrapping grew in cacophonous repetition. The bedspread was gnarled. My guess, a much wilder night of sleep than normal, I slipped on one of the linens before reaching the door. Finally, I peeped through the looking hole and saw that it was Dr. Garcia. Undoing the latch and lock, I questioned his presence, and allowed him in. I excused myself to go put something more than simple underwear on. Somehow I felt that even in my own home I needed to be professional in his presence. He sat one the couch, perched like a sentinel on watch. Finally I sat in the chase just perpendicular to his gaze.

"There is no light way of putting this. Avery, we need you to vacate the premises immediately." My gaze averted to the corner of the room, staring at the black tv screen. "So it wasn't enough that I'm out of a job. I can't even live here anymore. Look, it's been years since I was actively saving lives that way. I'm sure..." Dr. Garcia cut me off, his face less stoney, his hands clasped together like a compassionate father. "The hospital. We. I, I just can't take the chance that because of you we'll become target. I know its hard, but I'm sure you understand. Don't you have friends you can stay with, at least until this thing blows over." The fact was...I didn't really. I kept to myself. I knew that my life was one of solitude, having friends, relationships was simply a unrealistic. "Yeah..Sure. I sighed heavily, lying through my teeth, wondering where in the hell I was supposed to go. Let me just get my stuff, and I'll be out by in a few hours"

I emptied out my closet, and saw a sad reality. My uniform, scrubs, had allowed me to widdle my personal collection of clothing down to a few shirts and pants and shoes. It all fit in a duffel bag. This was my home, and the hospital paid for it as long as I lent my services. And since that was no longer the case, I was expendable, and a liability. The worst kind of terrible.

There was only one person that kept coming back to mind when I thought of friends, possibilities for me to have a place to lay my head for the time being. I flew to New York, in hopes that an old flame still burned a little. I'd had the address for months, and the number for longer...And I still hadn't the courage to contact her/him..whatever. The point was, desperate times called for desperate measures. Using a goddamn pay phone, because the hospital paid for my phone too, I had only enough to make three calls. One ring, two ring..."Hello.." I was silent for a moment, taking that time to thank God for this gift. "You answered...I mean...Hey..It's me...Its Avery. Listen, I know things are weird between us, but I need a really huge favor. Would it at all be possible for me stay with you for a while. I promise you won't even notice I'm there. I'm just..I can't really explain much, this payphone is about to cut out on me in like two minutes." There was silence again..."Yeah sure... You have my address, just come by. It's awesome to finally meet you in the flesh. But don't try and funny business" I smiled, and hung up, taking no time to dally. Along the way however, my mind couldn't escape the fact that her voice had changed since the last time we'd talked...Not in an estrogen induced way, more like wacky and playful. But questioning anything at this point was well...Out of the question.

I knocked on the door, and she answered almost as soon as my knuckle hit the faded paint again. "Avery! OMG!!!" I didn't know what to call her anymore, so I just gave into her embrace, as she hugged me. She sniffled, her eyes were a little off looking. "You've got a cold. Or allergies?" I asked, just to break the ice; small talk was never my forte. "What?" Was all she said. She went into the bathroom and locked the door, I just laid down on the couch and fell asleep. When I awoke, she was smoking a blunt next to me, and offered me some. "No thanks. You know I don't smoke." "More for me then" She excused herself to the bathroom again, but this time for an extended amount of time. So long in fact that I worried. "Do you need any help." Little did I know just how much she really did need. "No thanks. I'll be out in a sec." The door opened but I heard no flush, no running water. I couldn't stand what I saw when she looked at me. I'd seen it before, all to often. D.C. was full of junkies. The traits were there.I pushed past her, and she tried to stop me, but the evidence was plainly in sight. There was about a half a line left.

Infuriated, absolutely outdone by all of this. "What the f*** is this. You're a junkie now. Weed's not enough anymore. Where did you get it. You know you can't do this, you're destroying your own body...This sh*t...I can't..." She just stood there, like a child that'd just been scalded by a parent, my diatribe only weakening the little self worth she had left. "I know...Its just, this whole thing..I needed something to take the edge off. I needed something to help."

Suddenly, this had become more about drugs. It had become about them both. "I was there..You shut me out. I could have helped you..I want to help you still. Where did you get this stuff. Take me there" She knew that I was serious, she knew that I would not relent until she gave in.

We showed up at some building, three levels, a brick veneer covering the sinister workings going on inside. I turned to look for her, and she was gone, I only heard the clatter of heals almost a block east down. "I'll be your hero if it's the last thing I do"

#9 Edited by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@katraya:

I looked at her, marveling at the woman, the conqueror, the monster. This soft thing, contorted into a stone axe wielding figure, manipulative and cunning...Here on Earth we call these kinds of women bitches, but I also had the feeling that simple name calling wouldn't phase Kat. I pulled at blades of grass, holding them between my index fingers, smelling the chlorophyll, pressing my lips against them and blowing. The childish sound of a grass whistle interrupted the silence.

"I admire your drive, and your passion. We have a lot of things in common, which I can't say that I'm very happy about. Never the less, it's the truth. Kat, the only difference between us really is motives. My family died a long time ago, and yeah it upsets me. It'll always upset me...You my darling dear have to learn to let things go. Believe you me when I say that I know it's not much solace, but listen. Everything happens for a reason...If your sisters d..."

He stopped mid sentence, not willing to continue. It was a hot button issue, one he wouldn't press just yet. Her wrath I did not want to ignite or incur. "Another thing we have in common. Really anyone who caries a burden like ours. We're proud. Too proud. Too proud to ask for help. There are a lot more people on this planet willing to help you rather than hurt you. Kat, I'm one of those people."

I stood up and wiped dirt and grass from my butt. A beaming smile, one that couldn't have possibly foreshadowed the turn that this "thing" would take. "I'm going to help you locate your sister Katraya." I didn't expect any reaction. A simple thank your would have been way more than I ever anticipated. My motives, I thought were at least transparent: I wanted to show her that not everyone was an enemy. "So. Shall you go get your other weapon, so we can get started?"

#10 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19645 posts) - - Show Bio

@shanana: Okay. Cool. I'll have to think of something first...