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| Scene Title | Black and Blue Are Not Your Colours |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Odessa tattles on Peter to Abigail. |
| Date | March 12, 2010 |
Old Lucy's - Upstairs
Though one might remember when a certain fiery woman lived here… Now the living area above Old Lucy's has changed hands. The open living room and kitchen are homey, a commingling of two people's tastes. The leather couch sits kitty corner to a one of red suede and a bit smaller. A large bird cage for it's budgie inhabitant takes up it's own corner beside dark paneled walls. Bookshelves with literary pieces of a variety both academic and not take up another small section.
The kitchen is large, with a rolling wood and black marble island to give more counter space to work on. Pots and pans hang from the roof and track lighting keeps it not gloomy. A proper oak dining table has been set up with matching chairs instead of the 70's castoff that the residents have been known to own and a bowl of fresh fruit sits in the center.
Down a hall lays multiple doors. A master bedroom occupied by the oldest resident and occasionally have a pervading smell of whiskey and smoke coming from it when the door is open. A second door with a cross above it, a third with no marking that is occupied by the third resident of the premises. Two other doors lead to a linen closet and bathroom - Decorated in a very strong pirate theme - respectively. A black cat with a red velvet collar and a little Swarovski charm dangling from it can be found meandering at will.
Day off, last day off before she has to get back to work. Snow braved, uniforms picked up from the dry cleaners and stowed. Parents have been sent off home before her father decapitated her and saved Dreyfus and Kozlow the trouble. Tehc at had yet to still be taken to the vets for a redo of it's rabies shots, and the day was still so very young. Jeans, nubby pink slippers and a tank top that bares tattoo's to anyone who sees her back. Later this evening she'll put some time in downstairs and it'll be good. For now though, she's getting stuff ready for ODessa to put in the oven later for dinner.
Odessa has been sprawled on the couch since what she and Teo described as a bit of an argument downstairs. Both assured the lady of the house bar that it was nothing to be concerned about, and so the blonde - and her fluffy calico persian cat - napped on the couch. The former on her stomach and the latter curled up on the small of the woman's back. Abby's movements, however, finally rouse Odessa from her slumber.
"Oh… My head." Someone's hungover. "Nnngh. C'mon, 'Inger," Odessa coaxes, arching her back enough to get the cat's attention and cause her to climb down onto the couch so she can slide off and onto the floor. Pulling herself slowly to her feet, she adjusts her dress and drags her fingers through her hair. "Hey."
Hands are dried and above the fridge, Abigail flips through various medicine bottles before bringing down one and fetching a glass fo cola so that she can bring them to the doctor. "Here. Have a good nap?" The younger blonde inquires with a kind smile to the woman.
"As good as can be expected," Odessa muses, taking the pills and the cola gratefully. "I can't believe… Teo is really a great guy, you know that? I wish I'd known him sooner." Odessa takes a seat at the kitchen table and downs another gulp of soda. "You too, for that matter. I mean, really known you…"
"Were you expecting us to be the devil Odessa? Knife wielding maniacs bent on killing the world?" She eases down onto the loveseat, tucking her feet under her. "You couldn't have figuredout who I was from just the one time in Wu-Long's place" She points out.
"Actually, that description sounds a lot more like the people I used to associate with," Odessa points out. Her expression darkens at the mention of Wu-Long. There's obviously something about his name that brings out a reaction. Indulging in it for only a moment, Odessa instead chooses to focus on something else - anger. "I need to talk to you," she says somewhat cautiously. "About Peter."
About peter. Abigail sighs softly. "What about Peter Odessa?" She'll listen, she'll bite and play game, even as she's leaning back into the loveseat, her own cat jumping into her lap.
Likely feeling neglected, Schroedinger leaps first onto an empty chair and then on to the table, padding over to sprawl in front of Odessa. "Heeeey. Not on the table," she scolds with a sweet tone, instead resting the cat in her lap. It takes some of the edge off what she's about to say.
"I'm not sure how much you know about me beyond that I was with the Vanguard… But before that, I escaped from the Company. They're still not happy about that. So unhappy, in fact, they've got a shoot on sight order out on me." Odessa's lips tug into a frown, her fingers brush through the cat's fur. It keeps her somewhat calmer. "Peter sent me a message last night. Said he wanted to meet. Instead of him showing up, I was greeted by two Company agents." Now, she's scowling, her hand having gone still. "He sold me out to people who want me dead!"
"Peter wouldn't have done that. Not with you living under my roof" Abigail protest softly, delicate brows falling, crimping inwards. "How do you know it was him Odessa and not someone else pretending to be him. I mean, company agents come here to drink, maybe someone saw you there?"
"It was him," Odessa insists. "No one else could have had that number. Only you, Teo, Francois, Alexander, Brenda and Peter have that number. And I doubt any of the others hate me enough to set me up for the Company to find me."
ANother sigh, hands digging in gently to the black cats fur and prompting purr's from the feline. "Odessa, what do you want me to do about it? It's not like I see him socially, he's my partner. DO you want me to ask why he did it? Get him to not do it? because you're sitting right here in my livingroom and and very much alive. So that means they didn't bag and tag you" SHe points out.
"Oh, so that makes it okay," Odessa murmurs wryly. "They threatened me, and they likely know where I live. Maybe just tell your partner that if his goal was to get me killed or tossed into a dark hole forever and ever, that plan backfired. I'm sure he hasn't done you any favours doing this, but it isn't you they're after, so…" She shrugs. Maybe Abby just doesn't care. Odessa isn't sure she'd blame her if that's the case.
"It's never okay Odessa" Abby points out. "This is me, sitting here Odessa and asking you what you want me to do about it? Short of what I know I will do which is ask Peter if he really did make the call. If he did, then I will.. talk with him. That's the least I can do. But.. surely Odessa you have figured out that I subscribe to the school of turn the other cheek?"
"You shouldn't." Odessa tells the other woman. "People walk all over you because you do that. You stood up to me not that long ago. You should do more of that. It's even more surprising when it comes from you."
"I stand up Odessa. I just pick my battles beforehand. I'm not that girl that teleported in with Elias last year. SOmetimes, violence isn't the answer and sometimes, you have to take things one step at a time. The company knows you odessa, what if.. I mean, bear with me here, what if they had a technopath forge the caller ID and lured you there because they know of your history with Peter? That occur to you?"
"It's occurred to me, but I don't think that's what happened. You… don't know Peter the way I do. I'm not saying I know him better, but I think I know a different side of him that he… probably doesn't show to people like you." Like you is a good connotation in this case. It says good people, like you or something of that ilk. Odessa looks down. "If I'm wrong, I'll apologise. But I don't think I am."
'Then, let me see first if he did do it Odessa before you start running around Hari Kari and threatening to castrate him, okay? Because I'd rather not have to scrape you up off the floor. You need to stay safe Odessa, which means not going out and running around in front of active company agents" She points out.
"I didn't say anything like-" Odessa frowns at Abby's accusations. That is definitely not how she sees it from her own point of view, but she doesn't argue. "Fine. I'll just sit in your room for the rest of my life," she mutters quite childishly.
"Nope, you won't have to sit in my bedroom, you can go out. Besides" there's a gesture to odessa's neck. "If they really want to find you, i'm sure they're wouldn't have that hard a time. Just.. you can go outside Odessa just.. Can you promise me to stay off Roosevelt Island?" WHy she wants the woman to stay off there, she's not giving it away so far. "You know, as a favor"
Odessa's brows furrow. That's somewhat of an odd request in her eyes, but she nods her head slowly. "Sure. I'll stay away from Roosevelt Island." She thinks about asking the reason, but there's a hint in Abby's tone that suggests to Odessa that she wouldn't get a straight answer from the other blonde.
Nope, no straight answer. "I'll see what I can find out Odessa. Try to not get beat up anymore, or you know, just.. please, no more bruises. Black and blue together is not your color" She puts her cat to the side, rising from the couch so she can mosey back to the kitchen. "I'll be out and about but I'll be back later. I'll kick paramedic arse tomorrow for you"
"Thanks," Odessa murmurs. "I'll do my best to stay out of trouble." It's a sincere promise, definitely. "I'll call if I need you at all." Which is just about as good as adding you know, if I manage to not keep that earlier promise.
'Anytime Odessa. Anytime" Abby calls from the livingroom with a smile.