Log: This Place Was A Shelter

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Agent Texas, and Agent Florida
What: Making good on a promise after returning.
Where: Safe house given to L by Florida
When: 6/21 Sunday Evening
Warnings: Cursing, Florida being on drugs and weirder than usual


Louisiana hasn't been in this safe house in a couple of days. She comes in to make sure it's stocked with the proper supplies. At least now there were towels. One of the kitchen cabinets was filled with different varieties of teas. A lower one packed with medical supplies after everything that transpired here.

Those were some fun memories. Not really. Rather bloody though it had placed them on this weird path of theirs. Her hand going down to rub where the new scar lay. Setting up a kettle of water, she tries to figure out what to do next.

She rests her helmet on the counter and pulls up a chair. A toothpick in her mouth to prevent her from biting her nails. The psych exams had left behind a deep impression. Passing them was great but not what they had dredged up. All of those fears forced to the surface and confronted. It didn't help that people were there to record and watch. Made her feel less of an employee and more test subject.

Pulling over her holopad, she flicks through the apps. There was still some time before company would arrive. So Louisiana selects the keyboard to play whatever she can manage to remember. Anything to keep her mind off of what followed her from Armonia.

Comments

[the_informant]

Kill him? Florida recoils a bit at that, looks to Tex. He promised her. Promised that he wouldn't die. And the idea that Lou would actually do it after implying to care about him...

No, he shakes that head off. "I'm not asking you to join for me. I'm not asking you to be a For Hire. And I..."

God, did he admit to things? Yes. "I didn't know you were still alive, Lou. My contacts told me they had found your body. I was betrayed, though not like you were. They gave me a charred corpse and said it was you. But when I saw it, when I was there, Maine called about you."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I would be making my own choice, Florida." If anything, Tex was right. She'd have to do it for herself before anyone else was to be accounted for. "Just like how I don't listen to Control's what ifs."

Louisiana sighs softly, dropping her arms. "Regardless I believe you before them. Someone gave away the plans. It doesn't change anything."

She hesitantly reaches out to him. All the analyst had said was a lie. He needed to be believed dammit.

[soldierinblack]

She sighs and stands so she can stretch. This conversation is making her restless and talking about things that are long done. It's not her place to say much, this wasn't anything she was involved with.

"Make your plans for the future and if you need help, get it. You have people who give a shit, don't waste that."

[the_informant]

"It doesn't," Florida agrees. "Our past is what makes us what we are. Who we are. What we do. That is all I can say about that I guess," he sighs.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Ain't that the truth," she remarks. Louisiana was done talking about the past anyway. It wasn't necessary to have something else haunt her during the night.

[soldierinblack]

Once her brief stretching is done, she folds her arms over her chest as she watches the pair.

"You know how to find us if you want back-up," she says with a head tilt towards Lou.

[the_informant]

"I'll always be here for you, if you need it," Florida insists, moving back to Tex now. "That's what family does. Support each other."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana gives a brief shrug. "I know that. Seems like what I've told you is sticking," she remarks to Florida. That was a good sign she supposes.

[soldierinblack]

He's moving towards her, she's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. At least the two of them are playing nice. "You two want some time alone before we head out?"

[the_informant]

"I'm learning," Florida answers. "And... do you want alone time?" Tex asks Lou. He's not sure he's ready for it, with how his head is right now.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I suppose it'd be nice," Louisiana answers. However it was hard to tell what Florida would want. He was hot and cold this entire time. Never consistent in how he reacted to her.

[soldierinblack]

"You can call me back if you need it," she says more to Florida than Louisiana. His head might not be in the right place, but it's hard to tell where she fits in with this dynamic.

She glances over at Florida once more in case he changes his mind before she heads for one of the bedrooms to wait.

[the_informant]

Florida waits until Tex is gone before he sits back down. "I'm scared I've ruined everything between us."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana moves to perch herself on the arm of the couch. Her back towards him. "What makes you say that? I thought this would be showing the very opposite."

[the_informant]

"Being okay and feigning it are very different," Florida points out. "I've done the latter most of my life."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I try to make a brave face nowadays. It's better than simply shutting down." As if that even worked all the time. Sometimes she still got distracted by everything. "I want to not look so broken. Bad for work really."

"...I also want to not be afraid anymore."

[the_informant]

God he knows that feeling. So much. He wants to reach out. To hug her.

"The... man that made me? He wasn't the only one of the kind. There are more out there. Who take children off the streets and make... people like me. And I'm so scared they're going to come for me someday. Always have been. Living with fear... comes with the territory I think?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I doubt Tex would allow for that to transpire," she says, shrugging. Louisiana flexes her hands out anxiousness.

"I wasn't always like this. Guess the occupation molded me to be whatever I am now. There's a difference in living with a healthy dose of fear and being plagued by it. The same what if playing over and over again."

[the_informant]

"Do... do you mind if I hug you?" Florida asks, desperate for it now. "Please? I'm worried about you, and I can't do anything but hug you."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana mulls it over for a brief moment. Then she's up and moving to take a seat on his good side. "No I don't mind at all."

[the_informant]

He sits down next to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulder.

"I love you, mija. And from now on, whatever you decide I'll support. Whatever you need, I'll do. I'll try to be better."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Je t'aime, Ed." Louisiana leans into the hug and returns it. It's nice to have this reassurance from him. "You're already good. I'm trying to leave Control. I'm so afraid of losing you."

That's what scared her at night. Being forced to lose him over and over again.

[the_informant]

He wants to say they'll do it. No matter what it will be stolen from him if she stays with them. But that isn't what she's going to do. maybe.

"I will never let you lose me."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"That's what they're trying to do. Make me choose them over you. Their logic is twisted. I think they want to place me in a position to kill you. And I can't do that."

[the_informant]

"You could, if you wanted," Florida says quietly. "If you really wanted."

He... would fight back. But he'd let her try.