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The door opens into a large comfortable apartment. Rainfall patters against the windows and obscures some of the view out of the windows, but the city lights are visible.

Lots of city lights. A city. A real city, full of real people.

"Welcome to Seattle."

Date: 2008-11-17 09:16 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (city backdrop)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
Esfir...well, later, she'll work out why she is doing this. For now, though, it is enough to just look at the lights. The lights of a city - an American city, to be sure, but still a city.

"Of all the places I never thought to visit..."

Date: 2008-11-17 10:30 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (and then I will kill you)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"No, you haven't."

She manages to keep her tone neutral - it's an effort, but she manages. Being short and skinny is occasionally very, very annoying.

Date: 2008-11-17 10:55 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (I am staring at you)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
Esfir is not, exactly, paying attention.

She's staring in pure shock at the Devil's wardrobe.

Date: 2008-11-17 11:04 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (I am staring at you)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
She just...

She's never...




So many clothes!

Date: 2008-11-17 11:12 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (city backdrop)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"I don't think my conscience can stretch that far."

Date: 2008-11-17 11:15 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (Shostakovna)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"Will I need it? The protection?"

Date: 2008-11-17 11:21 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (make my daddy proud)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"I'll manage, thank you."

Date: 2008-11-19 09:37 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (trial by water)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
She nods and takes the clothes, carefully shutting the door behind her. She puts the clothes down on the counter, strips (neatly), unbraids her hair and steps into the shower.

It's an oppulent bathroom.

She's not looking.

What she does is wash, long and thorough and leaving her hair scented when she steps out. Still not thinking, still not looking at her thin, wiry body with old scars and the dog-tags around her neck in that gorgeous mirror, still not stopping to listen to the little voice saying Yesfir Shostakovna, what the fuck are you doing?

She blowdries her hair to sleek straightness, pulls the clothes on, and walks out.

Date: 2008-11-19 01:30 pm (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (Shostakovna)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
Han was only ever part of the problem.




Not that Esfir feels like admitting that, even to herself. At least, not yet.

Still, it only takes a fraction of a moment for her to stop staring at the boots, and take them from the Devil. Getting into them is interesting, but finally she stands.



Being over five feet tall is never going to get old.

Ever.



"Would it be impolite to ask if I can keep the boots?"

(Part of her, that rebellious part mostly quashed, wants to keep the rest of it. She's trying to ignore it)

Date: 2008-11-20 08:18 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (revenge from the grave)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"You couldn't make it invisible?" She asks, unable to keep her hand from sliding over the arm-rest on the door.

Date: 2008-11-20 08:27 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (a very wicked creature here)
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"I flew MiG-21PFs before rockets."

Date: 2008-11-20 08:33 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (a very wicked creature here)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
And Esfir?

Just.

Smiles.

Date: 2008-11-20 08:43 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (glamorous)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
She grins, sharp and brilliant as a diamond.

"Never."

Date: 2008-11-20 08:54 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (trial by water)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
Lips parted, eyes bright, her ever-steady heart beating fast - she can feel it. Oh, yes, she can.





"Nice driving," is all that she says.

Date: 2008-11-20 09:00 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (beautiful girl)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
A fraction of a beat, and then she turns to look at Scarlet, eyes questioning.

Date: 2008-11-20 09:06 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (beautiful girl)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon







"You are not the first," she says at last. "But we are going to dancing, I believe. Vertically. With clothes on. So..."

Date: 2008-11-20 09:11 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (revenge from the grave)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
"I appreciate that," she says to Scarlet's empty seat. Then with a quick shake of her head, she opens her own door and gets out.

Oh.

Yes.



She's hearing ridiculously clompy boots. She'd forgotten about that.

Date: 2008-11-20 10:47 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (make my daddy proud)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
Part of her wants to duck her head, look away, take cover and avoid the notice.

All of that which is impossible, so the tiny woman lifts her chin, keeps her back straight, and walks at Scarlet's heels.

And if she's defaulting to something closer to a march, well.





It matches the clothes.

Date: 2008-11-20 11:22 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (speechless)
From: [personal profile] aimedforthemoon
(She is used to the glances, although not in such an open and obvious setting)

Esfir glances at Scarlet warily, but takes her hand as she is led in.

And then she nearly gasps.

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