‡3rd Treasure‡ Accidental Video

[totallytrustworthy]

[The feed clicks on to reveal Koltira and Chloe in some dark, nondescript alleyway. Chloe's muttering about how she doesn't have a choice, struggling weakly, her eyes unfocused. Koltira speaks to her in soothing tones--or about as soothing as his tone gets, at any rate--telling her to calm down, to see reason, et cetera. He has one arm looped around her waist, and the other holds both of her wrists still; the grip is clearly firm but gentle, meant to pacify, not to harm.

After a moment, Koltira notices that Chloe's dropped tablet is on and recording. He addresses it, his tone markedly more agitated than just a moment ago.]

Chloe is out of her mind. I know not why, but she had her own gun to her mouth.

[There's a short delay before Chloe speaks up, her voice unsteady and tired. It's a pale attempt at lying, but it goes without saying that she's embarrassed once she realizes the feed's running, so she makes it regardless.]

Seriously, mate, I'm fine. Ease up.




((ooc: Takes place after/during this log!)

Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

No, I love having my near suicide broadcast for the whole world to see. Sort of thing that I just relish in hindsight, you know?

[Obvious sarcasm, but it's not abrasive or harsh, she's just trying to make light of what's been a less than stellar day.] Never going to hear the end of it at this rate.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He's not offended by the sarcasm, he hears and uses it enough to take it as it comes. It was a stupid question anyway.]

You could have at least picked a more glamorous spot for it.

[totallytrustworthy]

Disappointed that I didn't. [Because really, when you spend your whole life trying to avoid death, it seems a bit silly to give in when you're filthy and nearly lying in the gutter.]

How long have you been listening in?

[doubleoohbaby]

Long enough.

[He grunts dismissively, inhales in a steady lungful of smoke and lets it out on a heavy sigh.]

Sorry. Force of habit. [Spying is second nature these days. He even sounds mildly apologetic about it.]

[totallytrustworthy]

No it's-- well, I'd do the same. Can't really blame you for it, can I?

[Really, spying isn't offensive to someone like her, though it doesn't do much to make the situation any less humiliating.] Thanks for not rubbing it in.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Another little noise of dismissal, trying to avoid making too much of a big deal. Gratitude just makes him awkward. He doesn't know how to deal with it.

He isn't really the 'talk about feelings' sort either, but...]

The mind is a funny thing.

[totallytrustworthy]

Suppose it is, yeah. And here I thought it was my best defense.

[doubleoohbaby]

Something trigger it? I ah-- [He knows a thing or two about that. Especially depression.]

It's nothing you have to talk of if you don't wish.

[totallytrustworthy]

To tell you the truth, mate, I don't really know. Certainly didn't expect it to happen.

[She's had plenty of time to evaluate the situation at this point, but it's still not sitting right with her, how hard that feeling of panic struck her before it all went down.] Probably losing my damn mind.

[doubleoohbaby]

I imagine this place can do that to you. [It's almost enough to drive him fucking insane, after all.]

Do you have people watching you?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Fuck that sounds awful, doesn't it? Going from a life of independence to having nearly everyone she knows ask if she's being babysat.]

What you mean aside from the whole bloody world? Monitor's still on and running, so yeah, not much in the way of privacy.

[doubleoohbaby]

You need more than just a monitor. You need company.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Company isn't something she keeps well. In fact, at her worst, she's more likely to push someone away. But still, something tells her he's probably right, and she's willing to listen.]

Distraction might be nice for a change, it's true.

[doubleoohbaby]

Get someone to stay with you tonight. [James would offer but. She has a lot of concerned friends and he doesn't really care for imposing on that sort of thing. Forever an outsider.]

Perhaps we could meet up in a day or so.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Oh, James.]

You got it, ace.

Gives me a little incentive, at least. [A joke, mostly.]

[doubleoohbaby]

Something to look forward to, hm?

I can buy dinner. Although you might have to help me with where's edible around here, because I have no idea. [That's just a hint for her to pick her favourite place.]