gunsforhire | Log: This Place Was A Shelter

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.

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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."

"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.

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."

"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."

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

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

"I don't want to. What would be the point of it," Louisiana asks. Let alone if she did want to, she'd rather not get on Tex's bad side.

"I don't know," Florida admits. "But sometimes you have to do what your heart tells you."

"Il est pas mon cœur," Louisiana sighs. She leans into him, defeated and tired. "It's not anything. I'm just angry at myself if anything. It'll work out fine I guess."

"Well... I'll always be here, okay? Always here for when you need me," Florida promises. "You're my number two girl, okay?"

"No more disappearing, right?" That last part made sense. She wasn't supposed to ever be high priority. Tex was that for Florida. It was better that way. "And I know."

"Well, no more unexpected vanishing acts," Florida allows. "Sometimes my work requires me to go dark, and I promised Tex a vacation."

A vacation. Some time truly alone with the woman he loves. Wonderful idea.

"Sounds like fun. Just give me a warning and I'll attempt to do the same." That's the most she could offer right now.

"That is more than I thought I had right to ask for," Florida smiles warmly at her. "I believe... things are going to be better in the future. I think I'm finally finding a place for myself."

"You're allowed to ask many things. I'll let you know if it's one of them," she admits. Louisiana returns the smile some. "I'd hope so. You deserve it."

"We both do," Florida counters. "We don't come from the best backgrounds."

"That doesn't mean we both do. You were worst off. Better claim to a happy ending if they exist than I do." Louisiana figures she can handle herself if they end up not being real.

"I really wasn't," Florida insists. She doesn't know enough of his past to know how truly bad it is, but he is certain that having your father murdered for no good reason and getting injured because his killer failed to protect you isn't better than what he's had.

"Douteux," she counters. She knew just enough of his history to make a fair guess that things had been far worse on his end. Especially when you come out with the fear of being trapped and worse.

"Seriously, you're in a worse position," Florida insists, smiling because it's easier.

"I can deal with it though. I got myself into this mess. No else forced me to make my choices."

"I feel that, in some ways, I did," Florida warns her. "Some of your choices were heavily influenced by my actions or inactions."

"Which is alright. Influence happens but that doesn't excuse the fact that I made the effort to go through with these choices," Louisiana huffs. She leans more into the couch. "You need to relax more, dad."

Louisiana immediately tenses up. She said it again. Glancing at Florida, she readies an apology to be said.

Dad. He called her dad. His face softens into what is arguably one of the warmest smiles he's ever worn. Yes. He thinks he likes that.

"Relaxing has never been part of my life, Mija. There are some who suggest that were I ever to truly relax, I'd keel over from boredom."

She lets out a soft sigh of relief. There was no freak out like the last time she had said it. It was something to get used to though.

"Relaxing never killed anyone," she remarks. "At least not that I know of."

"I make my living on taking out people when they don't expect it," Florida points out. "So I'm less certain about that."

He reaches out and pushes some of her hair behind her ear. "I'm getting a bit tired, darling. And my arm hurts. I should head back and take some meds..."

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