<> * Rochelle notes this and goes about the important business of rubbing at one of her painted nails. <> (Aaagh, I saved over my playlist. >_<) * Demetreia scratches little designs in the ground. (Agh!) * Rochelle looks up after she's sure it's coming off appropriately fast and peers at whatever it is Deme's drawing. * Demetreia looks like she has no idea that she is drawing little stick figures walking around. * Rochelle watches for a while, then asks, "Do ya even know what you're drawing?" * Demetreia starts and looks first at Rochelle and then at her drawings. "...no?" Oh. * Demetreia peers up and over at Rochelle's nails. "Why do you put colors on your fingers?" Because I like doing it. Why do you draw people when you don't know you're drawing people? * Demetreia frowns a little. "I do not know." * Rochelle puts her chin on her hands. "Why not?" * Demetreia looks down and shrugs a little awkwardly. If you wanna paint your nails, I guess I could let you borrow some polish sometime. * Demetreia looks at her hands nervously. "It...is not dangerous, is it?" Nah. It's not even poisonous, and if you're really a robot or something, I guess it couldn't hurt ya, anyway. * Demetreia squints at Rochelle's nails. "One never knows." * Rochelle waves her hand at Demetreia. Scary nail polish! * Demetreia blinks. See? It can't hurt ya. But if you don't want to try, that's okay. I was just offering. Thank you. * Rochelle shrugs and tucks a touch of hair behind one ear. * Demetreia cranes her neck to look at the building. <> ...oh, dear. * Rochelle looks up from picking at her shirt to Deme. "What?" * Demetreia sinks down. "They're fighting in there..." * Rochelle turns her attention to the fight. "Huh. They are." Don't worry about it. They'll win. They've got the guy outnumbered. I hope so... ( Oh my goodness gracious! ) * Rochelle slides off the car and has a seat next to Deme. "You're worried?" (Haha!) Slightly... What for? * Demetreia shrugs. "I am not entirely sure." * Rochelle nods. "You're not sure about a lot of stuff." * Demetreia grins a little bit. "I know." It bothers you, right? * Demetreia nods slowly. * Rochelle turns her cat-slit eyes from the drawings and to Demetreia. "Then what are you really tryin' to do?" What do you mean? You're not here because you like hurting people. You don't even know if you care about them. * Rochelle points up to the second floor without looking. "Otherwise, that'd be why you're worried. So?" * Demetreia blinks rapidly and looks a couple times like she's going to say something, but then just holds her hands out helplessly. * Rochelle looks genuinely curious. "I mean, I'm just wonderin'." If I were you, I'd... I mean, I'm not you, but. I know. I wonder as well. * Rochelle nods. "Yeah. I'd be trying to find out why I do stuff, and why I don't know things I guess I should. Fate of the world or whatever be damned, if that's what you're really here for." * Demetreia looks down and sighs, speaking even more quietly than usual. "I have tried...many things. It just does not...I cannot..." * Demetreia looks up at Roch and shrugs. "This is the best chance I have left." * Rochelle tilts her head. "To figure it out? I bet Anders told ya that." * Demetreia shakes her head. "It is not simply that. I have...other reasons to believe that nothing else I try will have a better result." * Rochelle pokes at the ground. "Well, if ya don't wanna talk about it..." * Demetreia shrugs helplessly. Again. * Rochelle draws a stick person. <> <> * Demetreia draws back a little, eyeing the dog suspiciously. <> * Rochelle looks up at the dog. * Demetreia backs up some more, and fishes around in her pack for her shiny bottlecap, which she toes toward the dog. <> * Rochelle blinks back at it. "What do you want?" "ARf!" Yeah, I thought so. I don't have any. * Demetreia starts at the bark. * Demetreia edges a little more away. "You can talk to it?" * Rochelle keeps her eyes on the dog. "I don't have a fucking clue what it's saying, if that's what you mean." Oh. <> * Rochelle eyes it. * Rochelle holds her hand out to the dog. "C'mere." <> * Rochelle rubs it behind its ears and continues, "Nah, I don't have any food. What's yer name, anyway." * Demetreia watches curiously. "Vwoof." Vwoof. Guess that's not a bad name. You were born out here, huh. * Rochelle idly starts rubbing it along the neck and back now. <> Yeah. I know how that is. * Demetreia edges a tiny bit closer and tries patting the dog on the head with one finger. <> (Hehe ^^) (One finger patting. That's so cute.) ( *-* ) * Fitzroy appears by the door of the building carrying two small crates. He's heading for the car. ( Too bad it has...ATCRabies. ) (DunnoRabies?) * Rochelle idly waves at Roy with her free hand. ( I dunno. ) * Demetreia turns as Rochelle waves and starts. "Oh..." * Demetreia gets up and starts walking over. "Do you need any help?" <> * Fitzroy nods as he gets close. "There's a bunch of crates in the storage unit. The others are fighting Kant, from the opera house." * Rochelle doesn't bother helping. Too busy petting the dog. There's another elevator on the other side of the building. They're blocking the first. All right... * Fitzroy tosses the two crates into the trunk of his car, ignoring the dog. * Demetreia gets up and wanders over where Fitz was saying the elevator was. <> * Demetreia takes the elevator! Wheee! * Fitzroy , seeing Deme leave, looks to Roch. "If you want to come too, the car should be ok." <> * Demetreia edges into the door and looks around. * Rochelle looks to the dog, then shrugs. "It doesn't matter. Kant's the spoon guy?" * Fitzroy starts to head back, making sure the trunk's shut, beforehand. <> Yeah. Huh. The others should be keeping him busy though. * Rochelle nods, taking a moment to look up to the fight. <> You mean they were. * Demetreia takes two large crates and makes her way back down. * Fitzroy looks up to the building. "Guess so. I left at the start." * Rochelle swats a fly away. "Yeah. So you've got a lot of help now." Alright. Are you staying then? * Rochelle nods. * Fitzroy makes sure the car is unlocked and leaves the trunk open slightly so others can get in. "Ok, I'm going back." And, in fact, he goes. <> * Demetreia puts the crates in the car and goes back for more! <>