If These Walls Could...


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Scene Title If These Walls Could…
Synopsis There is much brooding in the House of Holden.
Date December 28, 2008

Dorchester Towers: Ethan's Apartment

Dorchester Towers is home to many upper class, or more wealthier inhabitants. This apartment seems to be no exception. First impressions of this place, give a homey, and well furnished feel. Lamps are put in the right place, decorations here and there. The living room consists of a large green sofa facing the wall of windows, which has a large flat screen TV in front of it. Speakers are installed all around for the Surround Sound feel. Next to the TV is a cabinet full of DVDs. Most of these movies include a gun of some sort in each of them. A small coffee table sits in front of the couch, a few magazines spread out on it.

The kitchen is well stocked, with a microwave, coffeemaker, and of course a toaster. There is an overhead pan rack hanging over the stove which has many pots, pans, and other utensils hanging from it for easy access. Three doors lead away from the kitchen and living room. Two are large, comfortable bedrooms, complete with posters on the walls, and one is a room that is furnished with a stand up punching bag, dumb bells, a treadmill, and other types of work out equipment.

For the extremely well trained eye, or for someone who knows what they're looking for it would be apparent that there are little things off about this apartment. Reinstalled panels, etc, that would suggest whoever lives here has done some renovation work. (Note:Ethan has 'toys' hidden throughout his apartment, in case of 'emergencies'.) Overall though, this spacious living area has been well taken care of, and kept very tidy.

Sunlight filters in through the curtains, spilling out in muted streams over sheets, pillows, and skin. Odessa's eyelids flutter, but don't quite open to the morning light just yet and she reaches out languidly to the other side of the bed. A gentle hum escapes her lips.

But there's nothing there except sheets and pillows.

Odessa is alone in the bed, though there is a fairly quiet indication that someone is in the aparment. Though not in the master bedroom. Quiet tap taps are heard from out towards the kitchen.

Odessa rolls out of bed and pulls on a button-down shirt before padding out to the kitchen where she pauses merely to observe whatever it is the master of the house is up to at the moment.

Smells would waft in first. On the table, there is a plate full of food. Fruits, eggs, and pancakes. No bacon.

Ethan himself seems to have abandoned the culinary arts for now and is currently at one of the walls, a plain white shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. He seems to be doing some type of work on the wall. A few wires are tucked into the wall, and some putty is put over it quickly, smoothed before Ethan looks over his shoulder. "Good morning, love."

"Morning, darling." Odessa peers first at the table, then at Ethan's work. "Not rigging the walls to explode, I hope. Are you?" She approaches the table and plucks up a piece of fruit to nibble on.

Ethan doesn't answer the question. "Breakfast." He says simply, stepping back to admire his work. Nigh flawless. Satisfied with his work for now, the man turns, his hands covered in different shades of white and black. "'ow did you sleep?"

"Just fine," she murmurs. "Tell me you haven't rigged explosives into the walls." What can she say? Wires and putty make her nervous. Too much television and movies.

"I haven't rigged explosives into the walls." He says plainly as she told him to. The Wolf makes his way into the kitchen, the faucet is turned on to swiftly wash his hands thouroughly. Once that is finished he sets his course for the woman…

Odessa squints. She isn't quite sure whether to believe him or not, but… Maybe just this once. "It'd be a silly thing to do, wouldn't it?" She smiles and reaches out to grab those just-washed hands when he approaches.

His hands grasp hers, as he moves forward to plant a kiss on her lips softly. He makes no answer to her question. The Wolf gives a bit of a smile at the Nightingale, letting his hands hang in hers for a moment. "What would you like to do today?"

"Anything you would like," she responds easily, placated by the kiss. For the moment, at least. "You spoil me, you realise." Odessa slides her hands up his arms and then under his arms to tug him into an embrace, resting her head against his shoulder.

A little sigh is given, once he is told that they can do whatever he would like. He allows himself to be brought closer to her. One hand climbs up Odessa's back, to the back of her head. Another kiss is planted on her neck. "You alright, lovely?"

"As fine as I can be, given the circumstances of the world as we know it, I should think." Odessa sighs quietly against the man. "Wu-Long has sworn his loyalty to me now, as he did to you. He will act as I direct him to to aid Phase Three."

"Phase Three." Ethan repeats coldly. He straightens, though continues to hold her against him. "Of course he will." His eyes wander the room for a moment before going back to the table. "You're not hungry?"

"A little," Odessa admits, pulling away slightly. The Nightingale blinks curiously at the Wolf. Now it's her turn to ask: "Is there something wrong?"

And Ethan completes the motion, pulling away from Odessa as well. "Eat." He murmurs, gesturing towards the plate. He then shakes his head. "Nothing wrong." One hand is brought up to rub at the stubble on his chin. "I'm going out of town."

"What?" Odessa's eyes widen with surprise, even as she takes her seat at the table. "Why? Where are you going?" Her brows furrow with concern. "When are you leaving? Who's going to look after me?" There's the five W's covered.

"London." Ethan says crisply, looking down at her. "I have some things I need to take care of." Stepping forward, he goes to take a seat next to her. "Tomorrow." His brows raise at the last question. "What do you mean?"

"I can't be alone," Odessa gasps. "I don't even know how to run the bloody washing machine!" The man's speech seems to have rubbed off on her some. "You're supposed to be- How are you going to help me all the way in London?" She looks away, face scrunching into a pout. "I'm going to miss you so."

He gives her an odd look. "I'll teach you how to work the washing machine." He frowns softly. "You'll be fine, love. It's only a week." He says softly. "If there's an emergency, I'll leave you a number for a man who can be trusted." He leans forward to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You can take care of yourself love. What 'appened to miss independent?"

Odessa frowns. "It isn't like that. I just…" She shakes her head. "Forget it. It doesn't matter. You do what you must." She picks up a fork and pokes at the food on her plate. "It isn't because of me, is it?"

"Tell me." He says, bringing up one hand to cover hers. The Wolf doesn't answer the second question, he seems to be more absorbed with the first statement. He peers at her curiously.

"I don't want you to leave because I care about you, okay?!" Odessa lets the fork clatter down on the plate once more, seemingly furious that he made her say it. "I shouldn't have to tell you that. You should know."

An amused grin slides up his lips. "I'm sorry." He murmurs, though he doesn't bother to wipe the amusement off his features. "I'll be back in a week love. It'll be 'ard to be away from you too."

"You'll just be traipsing around with some British tramp, I'm sure. You'll have forgotten about me in a week's time." It's hard to tell if she's kidding or not. Odessa shoots a dirty look over to Ethan as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Ethan stares for a moment. It seems he had forgotten the difficulties of maintaining a relationship. Or whatever it is Ethan and Odessa have. "I 'ave business to do, love. Trust me." He urges, trying to pull her over closer to him.

Odessa gives her ground and wraps her arms around Ethan again. "Fiiiiine. I believe you. But I expect some sort of amazing souvenir."

"You need to be careful." He urges. "Of everyone." The man speaks almost directly into her ear, before pulling back. "What kind of souvenir?" He asks, reaching forward to push the plate closer to her.

"I don't know. Something cultural? I've never been to London. So, bring me something that reminds you of home?" Odessa lifts her fork again and cuts her pancakes up into bite-sized pieces before she moves on to do the same with the eggs.

"Cultural." He repeats before giving a bit of a grin. "Roight. You got it love." He says, going to stand up and plant a kiss on the top of her head. "If you absolutely need me." A card is brought swiftly out of his pocket and placed before her on the table

'Jonathan Wells'

The information follows it. "You can reach me there."

Odessa rises after him, dropping a kiss on his cheek before bringing her lips to his ear. "Am I in danger?" she asks him. "You're doing things with the walls and you're telling me to be careful. What do you know that I don't?"

"Of course not love." Ethan says, with a little smile. "It's just good to be careful." With that he plants another kiss on her cheek before retreating towards the bedroom. "I've got to take a shower before I 'ead out." He pauses to look over his shoulder at her. "Comin?" He asks with a grin.

Odessa blushes brightly and glances to the plate of food before glancing back to Ethan. She actually seems to give it a moment's thought before she squeaks out an anxious reply. "Okay!" And off she hurries after him. Breakfast can wait.

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