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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 22:13:29 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 22:13:29 GMT -7
Teresa wasn't even sure she would make it two spaces let alone out the door. She has never been in this much pain before, well yes she had when she had her car accident but she had then been put on something very strong that made Teresa think she was on the ceiling. This definitely wasn't like that time. Damn this wasn't going to be easy at all. In fact this was going to be even more hell than anything she has ever been through.
Her eyes settled on Asya when she spoke and Teresa scoffed. Even she thought it was going to be a very bad idea of her walking out the bar but she did need to get home. To get away from this bar and this girl but what she said afterwards actually shocked her. As much as it seemed like a nice idea, if it was a nice idea of course, there was no way that Teresa could stay with this girl. Especially when that person she would get in contact with was someone from SHIELD.
But before she could say anything Asya was ordering a cab and she felt like she was stuck. Teresa would be fine, maybe, once she was home. If the cab could drop her off at her own apartment then it would be fine. But everytime she went to say the words, they seemed to die on her tongue. As if her own mouth was telling her to just shut up and go with it. Even if this was a very bad idea.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 22:31:24 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 22:31:24 GMT -7
Asya hangs up when the ride is confirmed, and slides her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. "I don't live far. You can sit down and rest somewhere that doesn't permanently smell like whiskey." She says, grabbing her gloves and scarf and leather jacket.
It's not the brightest idea she's ever had. Besides the obvious factor that her apartment is small and cramped and hardly anything more than a mattress on the ground and a collection of empty bottles of booze, she shouldn't be inviting anyone there. Luke was a rare exception, and that was only because he's rare. Never in her life had she met someone who could match her strength and understood the concept of privacy and distance to the same degree that Asya values. And even then, Luke is nothing more than a good way to satisfy a craving. They both know that. She's the same for him. But with a target on her head and an organization still circling her name in bright red ink, inviting a total stranger to the place she sleeps could very well mean her death or capture. She's not sure which is worse.
But Asya has escaped worse things. She thinks she can handle an injured woman who can't even walk to the door.
She pulls her leather jacket on and wraps her scarf around her neck. Headlights shine through the bar windows, drawing her attention. "Cab is here. So yes or no?"
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 22:39:54 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 22:39:54 GMT -7
Teresa nodded when Asya said that she didn't live far and that she could rest somewhere that didn't smell like the bar. A tight smile pulled at her lips and she grabbed hold of the table. They both knew that she wouldn't be getting any rest that night. With painkillers in her apartment and the best cure for this in DC. There was no way that she will be getting sleep.
Then Asya spoke once more and she moved her own eyes towards the window before reaching into her pocket and finding her cell. There was no way that she was going to be able to call in. There was no way that she would be able to go back to the crime scene as it was very evident that she wasn't going to be able to walk properly for a while and even standing up was killing her. There was even no way that she found find Emily and the others tonight and she couldn't make it back to her own apartment.
Teresa moved her eyes away from the window and over to Asya before saying "Yes but only til first light, I will have to leave then" she nodded and knew it probably wouldn't be for long but the last thing she needed to do was put this girl in danger or even have SHIELD banging on her door asking for their agent back. She pulled the jacket more around her but there was no mistaking the bloody stain on her once amazing shirt.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 22:51:34 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 22:51:34 GMT -7
Asya snorts quietly when Teresa finally agrees, tugging on her gloves. "Okay, Shakespeare." She replies. She hops onto the bar and swings herself over, landing smoothly on her feet on Teresa's side. The cab honks it's horn, but Asya pays it no mind. "Put your weight on me." Asya says, holding out a hand for Teresa to use as a sturdy balance. "I can handle it." She wraps her arm around Teresa's waist, laying her hand gently upon the curve of her hip where the bite hasn't torn her open.
Together they walk to the front door and out into the cool night, pausing only for Asya to turn off the lights and lock the bar. The cab is warm when Asya pulls open the door to the back, and she helps Teresa down into the seat.
"Hey, hey, no one said anything about a bleeding girl." The cabbie starts complaining the second he lays eyes on Teresa's stained shirt. But Asya climbs in next to Teresa, closes the door, and gives the man a stern glare.
"Then I'll tip extra. Hamilton and 115 South."
The cab driver clamps his mouth shut, contemplating arguing, but gives up as the idea of more money outweighs the possibility of cleaning up a mess. He turns back around in his chair and throws the cab into gear. As soon they're moving, Asya relaxes back in the seat. She lets out a long, slow sigh.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 23:07:37 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 23:07:37 GMT -7
Teresa probably would have said something witty back, maybe made a joke but she only gave a smile. It was pretty much the only thing she could manage right now. She put her arm around Asya's shoulders but every movement they made actually made Teresa wish she could stab herself in the eyes. In fact she was never going to be leaving her apartment without painkillers either in her purse or her pocket. She was just worried that SHIELD would take them off her once she got into the building.
They walked out of the bar and Asya helped her into the cab. The driver not liking a bleeding Teresa in the back, even though she was sure that the blood had stopped by now. But of course the shirt still held the big stain on it. She probably would've kicked the back of the seat but every movement pulled at her side and made her want to cry out. When the driver finally started driving she couldn't help but feel relieved at the fact that they would be going somewhere.
When they arrived at Asya's apartment, the young girl helped her out once more, because every step made her legs feel like they were going to give out underneath her so she was glad that they arrived at the apartment door. The door opened and it looked so... empty but that wasn't her business she was just glad that she was away from the bar. Teresa shut the door behind her and looked around once more. "Thanks for this" she said softly once more and then nodded. But like she said, she would have to be gone early. Teresa would have a long day of hell in front of her.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 23:24:22 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 23:24:22 GMT -7
They have to walk two flights of stairs to get to her apartment, and Asya helps her up the entire way. Her door stands at the end of a short, dark hall, the light overhead flickering as she tugs her keys from the pocket of her leather jacket and shoulders her way into the apartment. With a gloved finger, she flicks on the single light, casting an orange glow over the simplicity of her home. She doesn't have much. Not even a table. When she came to New York, she never planned on staying here more than a month or two -- enough to make some money and plan where she'd head next. A part of her, a fanciful part of her, considered the possibility of going further west. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere far from the cities. Somewhere no one is going to look.
But James persuaded her otherwise.
So he got her this apartment. Paid the first month's rent, hands her a couple hundred dollar bills when he drops by every so often to pay the next month's rent. But his money sits untouched in an envelope beneath her mattress. She can get by without him.
She's just glad he's not here now.
"Sorry it's not much." Asya murmurs, shedding her leather jacket from her shoulders and tossing it over the back of the couch left behind by previous tenants. "I can get you a pillow and a blanket. I don't have a TV, but I have a laptop. I'm sure I can...hack someone's Netflix account." She says, only half joking. She starts collecting empty bottles to throw in the trash, simultaneously looking around her small apartment just to make sure no one's hiding in the dark corners.
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Luke's
Nov 28, 2016 10:56:15 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2016 10:56:15 GMT -7
Teresa didn't mind that there wasn't much in the apartment. Some people just didn't like a lot of stuff and if she was honest she mainly lived at SHIELD HQ anyway so she didn't have a lot of stuff in her own small apartment. More than that she was completely okay without a TV or even a laptop to keep her mind away from anything else. It wasn't going to stop her from feeling the pain in her side or her head from exhaustion but those things would just have to heal on it's own. It was going to be a long and painful path but that was just how it was she guessed.
"I'm fine without the laptop" she said and slowly took her jacket off "But the pillow and blanket will be okay" she gave a small smile and then put the jacket on the back of the couch too. If she was being honest, Teresa wasn't going to be getting any sleep, there was no way she would be able to settle down enough to shut her eyes. But she was thankful for the stay though even if her mind was telling her that she really shouldn't be there.
Teresa looked around the apartment once more and over towards a window to look out, the street seemed bare and she was thankful for that but her senses seemed to be on high alert. She slowly moved away from the window and over towards the couch. For some reason she seemed a little bit lost here and she really couldn't explain the feeling at all. She reached up and moved the strands of her dark hair back to behind her ears and pulled her lip in between her teeth then pulled her cell out of her pocket. It was still dead. This really wasn't what she needed. If she had a dead phone then she wouldn't be able to get hold of anyone, maybe she just needed to charge it but the other thought in her told her that the phone was completely dead and would have to rely on memories of phone numbers and a payphone to help her out.
Oh the joys of going back to basics.
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