A trip to the mall
Nyra parked her car in the parking garage at the mall and made her way inside, stopping only three times to admire the architecture and shadows the lights made as they flickered on in the burgeoning twilight.
Inside the mall that was teaming with Nachton residents, she wandered about window shopping. She passed large chain stores and jewelery booths. She briefly contemplated picking up some scented candles in a specialty store but kept walking, knowing she would forget about it and leave it lit unattended. She paused outside a clubwear shop to admire an interesting display of wire and glass chunks hung like a mobile. She wondered if the artist worked at the store or lived in Nachton.
She walked into the store to get a better look at the piece. Unfortunately it was blocked from view on the inside by a rack of long black pants with various straps, zippers and buckles apparently this was for someone 5'6" weighing 500 pounds due to the amount of fabric, Nyra speculated.
Pushing the heavy cloth aside she climbed underneith the rack and into the window to get a closer look at the art.
((OOC: Others welcome to play. Hope she doesnt get kicked out by the managment for playing in the display!))
And she saw the way Serena was acting around him...
(( Terribly sorry about my lack of participation in this today, had a dr's appointment that I forgot about ))
"There there m'lady Serena, no reason to push me away like that. Do I look like the kind of person who'd harm a lady?" he said with a charming smile, and a twist of his suggestive powers. Just a touch, to make her realize the sillyness of it all.
The clerk returned with his credit card and the necklace in a nice little bag, both of which he handed to Aron, who turned to Nyra.
"Perfect, now perhaps we should leave this store? You said something about terpentine? You must be an artist then, no? How very fascinating"
If it was possible to mentally snort, she did it. Serena rationalized that he made sense, but still.. maybe it was how he reminded her of those odd Euro men her mother was always chasing after, hoping to be bitten. Or how he seemed like such a stuffy one, ugh how she hated those rich prissy types. Either way she didn't like him. 'For crying out loud, working at Dubine has convinced you everyone is either a familiar or a vamp. There are regular people in the world!' she scolded herself. She bit her lip, unsure.
"Perfect, now perhaps we should leave this store? You said something about terpentine? You must be an artist then, no? How very fascinating."
You know, Serena chimed in, you really need to have that looked at by a medical pro, I have a feeling you're going to need stitches. She still wasn't convinced letting Aron take her away was such a wise idea. 'Human.. maybe, but that doesn't mean he isn't a freak or a perv!'
I'm could walk you down to see someone, once I grab my jacket I'm good to go. I'm sure Aron here wouldn't mind escorting us, would you?
She looked at him, still a little unsure and skeptical.
Rachyl piped up, handing the box with the offending ornament to the salesperson, "I wouldn't mind going, myself, if Nyra doesn't mind."
If Serena was thinking him odd already, the last thing he would do was to answer a voice in his head. Still, she seemed less hostile and more insecure, which for the time being was a good thing. The suggestion of a doctor was a fairly reasonable one though. A shame they were not closer to his mansion, his manservant was, for curious reasons, rather good at stitching people together.
"Ahh, yes ofcourse. How foolish of me not to think of that. Ofcourse I will escort you, my car is right outside and should fit the four of us just perfectly"
He flashed a smile to the women, his eyes lingering for just a bit at Serena.
Devils own luck that the jag was a day late, he was still driving the 4 seated BMW.
Slipping her purse strap over her neck and across her chest she grabbed up her shopping bag in one hand and Nyra's backpack in the other.
Lead on then Mr. Swiftwood!
"Certainly a take-charge gal," she thought.
"Aron dear, you're forgetting something rather obvious....the time of the day...or rather night"
He blinked. She was absolutly right. No regular doctor would be open at this hour. He was fairly certain Serena expected them to be heading to a hospital. That probably would not be the case. In proper gentleman style he opened the door for the ladies.
"Perhaps I should have eaten something today but I was so caught up in my painting, which I did manage to get finished in one day even, that I forgot to eat much more than a handful of crackers and some fruit." she clumsily bumped into Mr. Swiftwood as she tried to reassure them the loss of blood was not disturbing her as she got into his car.
"Isn't there an emergency clinic a couple blocks from here? It's closer than the nearest E-R... I think?" She looked at Serena hopefully.
Sitting in the car looking at her purple and green skirt made her realize the futility of trying to keep the blood off of it, it already had smudges. Weather it was paint or blood she did not know. At least she had pushed the sleeves of her tunic up over her elbow, probably as she drove to the mall. There was no obvious blood splatters upon its paint stained cuffs yet.
"I may need the name of your cleaner Mr. Swiftwood, it appears I did get blood all over my skirt."
Rachyl gently took Nyra's hand before she got into the car and turned it over carefully. "Well, it's stopped bleeding for the moment, though if we remove the handkerchief it'll probably start again."
She looked to Serena. "It's up to you, Miss Medic, since Miss Injured doesn't seem to think it's a big deal."
"I may have a suggestion less...drastic than going to an E-R. It so happens my neighbour is a rather succesful doctor, I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking a look at your arm"
"Rather succesful? A bit of an understatement, don't you think?"
Rena climbed into the back seat, giving Aron a mumbled 'thanks man' when he opened the door for her. 'Way too well mannered.. he's either an aristocrat or a fang.' She gave Nyra a long look while she climbed in.
"Perhaps I should have eaten something today but I was so caught up in my painting, which I did manage to get finished in one day even, that I forgot to eat much more than a handful of crackers and some fruit."
Fishing around in her purse for a second she pulled out a slightly smushed vanilla spice soy protein bar and held it up to Nyra.
Here, eat this. It sounds a lot worse than it is. She smiled at Nyra then glanced over at Rachyl. Yeah, I think she needs to see a doc. There's a 24 hour clinic down near the east end of the strip. I've been there a couple times, should be faster and cheaper than the E-R. But I guess we could go see this friend of yours.. I'd guess the clinic is closer, but it's up to you.
((OOC No she can't comprehend men just being well mannered and such.. modern man has jaded her =p ))
"Yummy" she said once her mouth was empty. "Is this a local brand? I normally buy Luna Bars but I havent seen this brand. Its not very high in organics or whole grains like the Luna brand, which is made by Cliff Bars. Its tastey though."
Nyra settled into the seat of the car, cringing slightly at the leather stretched across so much of it. "Poor cow" she mumbled with her mouth full to herself. She swallowed the last of the bar before looking up at the concerned look from the drivers seat on Mr. Swiftwoods face. "Do you think your neighbor would mind too much if we imposed upon his skills this evening? It is a bit late to be visiting, I would hate to inconvenience him."
So she climbed in with the other two women.
It would also give us the chance to fix the food situation"
Aron started the car and headed for the Luxury quarter with a roar from the engine. He plugged the cars hands free system into his ear and called his butler.
"Jeeves, could you ask Dr. Peterson if he would be so kind as to come over for a bit? If he seems hesitant, just tempt him with the single malt. Also we'll be having some hungry guests over, so if you could make something..."
Aron turned his attention to the ladies.
"What would you all like to eat?"
he watched A red BMW go whipping by fast, and he could have sworn he saw a familiar face in that window.. 'that almost looked like...no..she'd be much older by now...'
he watched the car pass by and followed it with his eyes.. "interesting" he said aloud to himself.
((ooc - in and out))
A cloaked figure caught her eye. She smiled and remembered her first sewing attempt had been a hooded cloak. Made of a thick cotton fleece. She never had much of a chance to wear that but the memory was good. Perhaps if they are in fashion here in Nachton she could whip up another one, perhaps from a softer and lighter material this time.
"What would you all like to eat?"
Dragging her attention back to her gallant driver she mulled over the question. "I had been going to find dinner somewhere in the mall if that was possible. I am vegan so anything lacking in animal byproducts would be greatly appreciated, if its not too much trouble. Though after the protien bar I am sure I could wait till my arm is patched up so I dont impose on your already overflowing generosity."
"Strange guy - strange house. B on guard K?"
While she held it for Rachyl she stared out the windows, watching where they were heading intently. She knew they were heading to a pretty swanky area, she didn't know her way around it real well which wasn't comforting.
Aron asked what they liked and Nyra cheerfully responded, making Rena wince. Her tastes wouldn;t go over well with the vegan she bet. Besides, if she ate something he could always spike it. Her brow furrowed and she just shrugged, muttering 'whatever's fine'
She was pondering what a fine mess she'd drug herself into when she spied a figure off to the side of the highway. The light from the passing headlights and street lamp over head illuminated him well, making his white hair whipping in the wind stand out like a beacon in the night.
Ohmygawd..Winter... she whispered. Her earlier unease and suspicions flooded back and her pulse raced. 'What if this is a trap? how could he.. why would he.. I've got to be the most paranoid person in existance.' Her eyes fluttered closed for a second as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.