( semi-open ) they can take my breath

[regives]

Who: Leanne (regives) & various
What: Your girl's a fugitive on the run.
When: The first of October and the days following!
Where: All around Olympia.
Warning(s): None... for now.


a.)

[ A situation going from bad to worse should be relatively familiar to Leanne, but that doesn't save her from the overwhelming amount of surprise that hits her when news of the explosion finally surfaces. She of course experiences concern for who may be close to the blast, and then is immediately taken aback when the announcement that included her name also rings through.

Undoubtedly there's an explanation that needs to be made. But given her wavering trust there's no way for her to turn herself in, especially when she's being accused for a crime she didn't commit.

Though her luck continues to be a distant thing as the podcast is made when she's trying to make herself back to her apartment. Taking the back streets in hopes of avoiding those who are fully prepared to round up those accused without hesitation, she knows a little silver is enough to motivate anybody. So when she's peering around the next corner and makes blatant eye contact with another person she immediately shrinks back. Way to go, girl, hopefully they didn't notice? But if they did... maybe if she acts normal then they could go on their way without there being an unnecessary bump in the road.

Or not. She's a little glad she left the house with better shoes to run in today. ]

b.)

[ So are you trying to help her get from point A to point B without getting noticed? Great, you're a pal, and Leanne's got the greatest idea known to man: by acting like your terribly non-suspicious girlfriend! With an oversize jacket on her shoulders with the hood pulled up on top of her head she's pretty much the definition of ominous. And while she wouldn't say that she is some sort of award winning actress she does at least try to make the plan of her pretending to be your sick significant other work somehow.

Leanne keeps a hand firmly around the other person's arm. Holding onto them tightly as a heavy weight of anxiety rests on her shoulders. ]

I'm kinda surprised that this is working. [ Oh! Someone's looking, she pretends to cough. ] But I'm glad... sorry for dragging you into this.

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[regives]

[ And it doesn't. It only leads to more questions and more assumptions. Leanne waits patiently, however, and isn't disappointed of the answer she receives despite it being so clean cut and short; she wants to understand. Though he isn't persisting in the same way Zephyr does, it's becoming more and more evident with each second that passes that his reasoning isn't as hidden from view as his eyes were.

Her features soften, brows curving as her eyes portray her empathy. Putting his words into consideration, putting him into consideration, she slowly parts her lips: ] Are you worried about me or... do you just not want us to be separated?

[ THIS IS THE POLICE, TELL US HOW YOU FEEL. ]

[ofobedience]

[It makes him angry, almost. A bright flash of something ugly and fierce that wells up inside his chest and threatens to spill out of him because it's true enough, what she says, and the overt pointing out of his own weakness quite expectedly burns. It burns, but there's only a moment where that anger is pointed in her direction, only a moment where he wants to reach out and crush her slender neck between his palms. Just a moment, and then it all turns inwards, transmutes back into the self-hatred that he knows so very well. He should neither want nor need her company in any sustained way but here she is telling him he can no longer have it and it cuts him down to the bone.]

Just come back with me, will you? Or at least consider it. This place...I can't stay here.

[Which is as good as a yes, to one or the other or both of her questions.]

[regives]

[ Selfishly she thinks why it's so difficult to adjust to a life in Wyver, but then she remembers her own struggles and the fact that how she perceives the world is different in how Giovanni does. If he is not comfortable here he should find a place to call home, and apparently that is Olympia—though unfortunately she can't say the same. She decided a long time ago to make her decisions based on what she chose, not someone else, and while she may be influenced by others she ultimately is in control of her own life. ]

I'm staying here. [ And though she speaks with confidence in the back of her mind her tone wavers, as if the emotional turmoil may actually bring tears in her eyes. A part of her feels as if she's disappointing him, betraying him, and that's the last thing she ever wants him to feel. That she's leaving him. ] But if I don't like it here—.... just give me time to think about it. If anything I can come visit whenever you want.

[ofobedience]

[Quite unlike him then, who even now feels no sense of control over his own life, can't even conceive of such a thing and in a way that is reflected in his 'choice' here-- less a choice, and more a compulsion born of the need to be controlled, to be held down and held in and locked tight into something larger than himself. He won't find that here, there's too much potential for freedom and that frightens him as much as it ever did back there. Olympia promises structure and rules and even a grip on the leash now he's under the watchful eye of the law, and he sinks into it with the same lack of resistance he always presented, down in the brutal depths of the Below.

But that means he's presented with this, the inevitable separation, and something opens in him, wide as a wound and just as raw and quickly, he turns away again. There's a visible tension in the sharp lines of his back and shoulders that makes a lie of his cool, smooth words.]

As you like it, then. I suppose that's all there is to say about that.