Out Of Spite


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Scene Title Out of Spite
Synopsis Elle talks to Warren about recent events.
Date August 14, 2010

The Octagon

The apartments of the Octagon are among some of the most prime pieces of rental real-estate in New York City. Bright, open, and clean, these apartments are all painted an eggshell white and feature floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a sweeping, unobstructed view of the East River and Manhattan skyline. Hardwood floors spread from wall to wall and through the spacious bedrooms and private laundry rooms complete with washer/dryer utilities.

The open-concept kitchen in the apartment features stainless steel appliances, polished granite countertops, cherry finished cabinets and ceramic floor tile with all the convenience of a modern kitchen. The bathrooms are finished with classic subway wall tile and porcelain floor tile in bathrooms with elegantly designed corner-set curved showers wproviding more spacious shower area along with porcelain pedestal sinks.

Each apartment comes in two or three bedroom designs, each with spacious walk-in closets with individually controlled heating and cooling. The apartment is also set up with free Cable TV and Internet hook-ups in multiple locations.

Warren is finally being productive, now that his recent focus on getting into Elle's pants has been accomplished. He's wearing a pair of yellow rubber gloves, his black tanktop, blue jeans, and his black boots, and has a modified two and a half foot chokuto in his right hand. At the top of the black handle, there's eight metallic spikes bent inward slightly like thick hooks, and Elle would likely sense that they all have a charge of electricity. He stares down at the sword with his silvery eyes inspecting it, then suddenly swings it as a bright arc of blue electricity leaves a trail behind the blade.

When the blade's finished swinging, the electricity vanishes again, but it can still be sense in those little spikes, just much lower this time. "Damn, it drained the battery again. I need to adjust the energy consumption…"

She doesn't even bother to knock any longer. After all, she knows he won't mind. Elle turns the key in the door and steps in, looking slightly fatigued still after her ordeal with Odessa and the Institute last night. After all, she was just used as a battery, quite literally, so Dr. Darren Stevens could heal her childhood friend. Odessa is currently sleeping off having been nearly dead, so Elle figured she'd have time to briefly speak to Warren. She slinks in just as he's swinging the blade, leaning against the wall on her good shoulder. She'll have to request the healing services of Darren, next time she speaks to Harper.

"Harper's still alive and kicking, and his jaw isn't broken any more." She watches Warren thoughtfully, scratching at the bandage over her left shoulder, still in its sling for the time being. Not too long left until she's out of the sling, though, thank goodness. "And I wouldn't recommend coming to my apartment for a while. I have Odessa staying with me until the Institute gets the chance to talk to her. I'm fairly sure that if you came over, she'd find a way to rip your entrails out and strangle you with them. And I really would like to keep you around for a while."

"So no chance of an orgy, I'm guessing." Warren deadpans as he sits the sword back on to the wooden table, then heads over to place a gloved hand to her cheek and lean down for a rather long kiss. "Best you don't tell her I'm up here, I'm not in the mood to deal with her drug issues or whatever twisted issue she has against me."

The look Elle gives Warren in response to the mention of an orgy can best be described as 'STFU or I will be the one to kill you first'. However, as he comes over and gives her a kiss, the smile appears on her features and she returns the kiss, lifting a hand to his cheek. Once the kiss is broken, she trails a little shock along his jaw. "I really wasn't planning on telling her that you're up here, let alone letting her know that I'm actually dating you. I really don't feel like the shitstorm that could possibly cause."

"Please don't tempt the crazy guy with the promise of a shitstorm." Warren requests, grinning at the electric shock until her hand's left his cheek. "So what's the plan? She's just going to live with you? Do you need me to build anything that'll make her presence more managable? I'm very adept at bondage torture devices… I can take the torture part out, since she's your friend."

The petite blonde leans against him instead of the wall, her arm snaking around his waist. "I'm too tired to deal with a fit thrown over the fact that I'm dating said crazy guy, thanks." She leans her forehead against his chest, closing her eyes. She seems quite tired, really. "I don't need anything to help me deal with her. What I really need is to have a talk with her, and to clarify some old issues." She glances up at Warren. "I want to try to befriend her…or at least not have the relationship with her that my father intended for us to have. That would be like…letting him win."

"You're making friends with her out of spite for your father? That's my girl." Warren wraps both arms around her, and suddenly just lifts her up against him and starts carrying her. "Come on, you're tired, you could use a rest. And that's not even a euphemism."

"Friendship with Odessa will have to involve a level of mutual distaste for my dad, no matter what way you look at it. He played us against each other, made us hate each other. Made us dependant on him." She yawns, wraping her arms around his shoulders as he lifts her up, not even struggling. "I'll rest here, but it can't be for long. I need to keep an eye on my new room mate. Harper's orders." She leans up, planting an electric kiss on his cheek. "You might not see much of me for a few days."

"I'll just have to make the best of when I do get to see you. And I'll give you a few hidden cameras so you can keep an eye on her when you're not together, a tracking device too, if you want one." Warren, with his great respect for privacy, kicks the door closed behind him and carefully lays her in bed. "I'll go make you a slushy, you just rest up.

The little blonde offers a smile, waving her hand as he sets her on the bed. "I'm okay, I don't need any hidden cameras…she doesn't deserve that kind of treatment." She lays back, enjoying just laying down right now. "When I found her, she was barely clinging to life by a thread. If I hadn't found her…she might've been dead by now." Then, she closes her her eyes, sighing softly.

"I just can't wait to see the look on her face when she does find out we're dating." Warren leans down and kisses her forehead, then heads for the door. "You just rest, I'll be right back with the slushy, then I have a super weapon to work on."

The little blonde nods slowly, smiling up at Warren and running an index finger along his chin. "Let's save that for a time when she doesn't still hate my guts." She yawns, lifting her hand to run through his hair. "If I fall asleep, could you wake me up in about two hours?" There's no question that she's going to fall asleep, her eyes drooping.

"Sure thing, Elle." Warren says as he closes the door behind him, and heads into the kitchen.

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