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Baltimore, Sunday Night
It had been another bad day. The worst part was, there had been nothing that had made it a bad day. It wasn't like there was rhyme or reason for it, but for some reason as the sun went down and the lights came on over the water, Kathy been struck anew by grief, her breath thick in her throat, her eyes burning with tears. Maybe the lights had reminded her of LA. Or maybe they'd reminded her of happier, easier times, when everything was good. More than good. Perfect. She'd known what she was doing and why--everything had made sense. She'd had a plan and every step she'd taken had moved her closer to her goals.

Now she had no plan, no goals other than 'make it through the day.' Some days, she felt good, like she was making progress, uncovering bits and pieces of herself that she'd thought she'd lost, trying to fit them into the person she was now like shards of a broken mirror. Other days, like today, she felt like she was drowning and every breath was a struggle around the thick weight of grief and regret and pain that sat on her chest like a creature out of myth. Most days were somewhere in-between, an odd muted gray as she fumbled her way, uncertain whether she was moving forward or backwards or even off to the side.

Like she did so many nights, she made her way to Baltimore. This time, she found herself on a rooftop somewhere, staring down at the city. She didn't think she'd even stood on this particular building as Banzai before, but still the vantage point and the angles were so familiar that the ache she felt sharpened to the point of true pain. But the tears stayed where they were, locked away, and instead she just sat, staring at the city, at the life, she'd once called hers and waited for it to pass.

It would pass, right?

[For one and up early for SP]


2017-03-12 04:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Dante'd had a good day. Hung out, had a beer, played some guitar. The old itch of do-cause-you're-gonna-die had been absent lately, and so Baltimore had turned into an afterthought.

Turned out waiting for the best time to strike caused a different kind of itch, though. And so, after at least a month, he was back in town... roaming the streets, checking the doors of some of his old haunts.

That bar?


Not that bar.


2017-03-12 06:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

From several stories above him, Kathy shifted position, pulling her legs in tighter as she watched the cars blur by. The some of the loose detritus on the roof shifted with her, tumbling over the edge and down to the sidewalk below.


2017-03-12 07:08 pm (UTC) (Link)

Dante moved away from the incoming debris instinctively; faster than he would have even a few months ago, though even then his reflexes had been lightening-fast.

He frowned, looking towards the ceiling. "Is anybody up there?"


2017-03-12 07:14 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wait, what? Had someone said something...?

Kathy poked her head over the edge of the roof and looked down, right into a pair of pretty blue eyes she knew as well as her own. Possibly better.

And groaned quietly. Of course.

"If I say no, will you believe it?" she asked, hating how thick her voice sounded.


2017-03-12 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Well. Fuck.

"Not really," Dante said.

He glanced over one shoulder, then over the other. Nothing but bored city people; he'd be fine.

He leaped up, feet touching briefly on the fire escape-- and then he was on the roof.


2017-03-12 07:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Kathy wasn't at all surprised when she saw Dante propel himself up and over the edge of the roof. She spared an idle thought for trying to pull herself together and look somewhat...presentable...or something, but she just didn't have the energy. So it was a dejected lump of a girl that greeted Dante, rather than the perky shell she often tried to be.

Her hand reached up for something that could charitably be called a wave, but her forehead stayed pressed against her knees.


2017-03-12 07:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Shitting hell," Dante muttered.

He walked across the roof, feet kicking against the dirt. He squatted low when he got close, tilting his head. "Kat?"


2017-03-12 07:43 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Not now Dante," she rasped up at him. "You should go. I'm too fucking raw to be anything but..."

Honest. Blunt. Herself.


2017-03-12 07:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

Dante had a whole host of lingering problems with Kathy. Most of them, he wasn't even really aware of.

Her being something other than bippy or chirpy or trying too hard wasn't one of them.

"Moon's out," he mused, sinking down next to her on the ground. He looked up meditatively. "Think it's full yet?"


2017-03-12 08:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Kathy cracked an eye to look up at the moon. Even with Baltimore's light pollution, she could see it just fine, hanging full and ripe in the sky. "Think so," she said. "If not tonight than tomorrow."

She drew in a ragged breath trying to find conversation. She was tapped out and so she lapsed back into silence instead.


2017-03-12 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Kinda cool," Dante said. He settled back next to her, not terribly fussed about his arm brushing against hers. "You don't get a view like that back in Limbo City. Maybe the demons've got something to do with that, too."

If she wasn't going to talk, he would.


2017-03-12 08:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

It was enough to get her looking over at him. Or maybe that was the sudden warmth at her side. She'd been out here long enough to get cold, though she hadn't really noticed. She was...really bad at paying attention to the signals her body was sending her these days. "How would they affect the moon?" she managed to ask.

Caught by her own curiosity. Well-played, Dante.


2017-03-12 08:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Putting extra smog into the sky, maybe?" Dante said. "I mean, nobody's wearing mouth-caps like they do in China at home, but..."


2017-03-12 08:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I can see that," Kathy said, scrubbing her face with her hand. "They don't seem the environmentalist type."

Just the opposite, in fact.

Voice quiet, she asked, "Why are you here?" It wasn't accusatory. She didn't have the cope for that. Just curious.


2017-03-12 09:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Heading into town, thinking about getting a few drinks," Dante said.

It was entirely possible he knew that wasn't what she was asking.

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