facing away from the mirror
May. 4th, 2013 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
As much as Nuriko appreciates seeing everyone be able to walk the streets of Darrow as they like, there are times when she misses the safety of the palace. Some days when she wishes someone would tell her exactly where to go and what to do, give her rules to live by, take away some of the excess freedom that she doesn't know how to use in the slightest. In the wake of all the time she has to herself, and all the time she can't seem to put into results, Nuriko spends a great deal of time simply roaming the streets of Darrow, keeping an eye out for trouble and helping where she can.
She's not smart enough to break out of the city, but she might be smart enough to keep it together.
The places she frequents most are the bars, mostly because sheer strength is the language they speak, and she has it in spades. Sometimes, her help isn't welcome; there are a few places that have kicked her out after she kicked a few jerks where it hurts, but even when ejected, there are usually are least one or two people who thank her for the intervention, and that's enough.
The few places she has left are probably the ones that need the most help anyway, where people turn their gazes away too often. That's where she spots a familiar face. Grabbing a glass of water from a waitress' tray earns Nuriko a few choice swear words, but she bows her head graciously in return before setting it down next to Sam Winchester.
She's not smart enough to break out of the city, but she might be smart enough to keep it together.
The places she frequents most are the bars, mostly because sheer strength is the language they speak, and she has it in spades. Sometimes, her help isn't welcome; there are a few places that have kicked her out after she kicked a few jerks where it hurts, but even when ejected, there are usually are least one or two people who thank her for the intervention, and that's enough.
The few places she has left are probably the ones that need the most help anyway, where people turn their gazes away too often. That's where she spots a familiar face. Grabbing a glass of water from a waitress' tray earns Nuriko a few choice swear words, but she bows her head graciously in return before setting it down next to Sam Winchester.
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Date: 2013-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)But, really, in the grand scheme of things, time is pretty low on his list of troubles.
He's on his third beer now. Or maybe his fourth. The bartender keeps clearing way the bottles so he's lost count, and it doesn't particularly matter anyway. It's not enough, he knows that. He's still feeling, guilt and fear and a boiling, simmering rage in the pit of his stomach. It's still there.
Sam's beginning to think he'll never be rid of it.
A movement at his elbow catches his attention and he turns his head just enough to make out the person who's joined him, eyebrow arching when he sees the familiar flash of purple hair. "Mmm," he murmurs, taking another sip of his beer. "Long time no see."
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Date: 2013-05-05 04:45 am (UTC)Nudging her glass of water forward, Nuriko cocks a brow.
"Yeah, about that," she says, tone slightly annoyed, though not pressing. While she gets that she doesn't have the right to complain when people leave, it's the lack of farewell that often grates on her nerves. Maybe it's because she never really got any of her own. Not with Korin, not with the other seishi. "Trade you drinks?"
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Date: 2013-05-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Semele's. Of course.
Given everything else, though, Sam has a difficult time feeling any sort of guilt for it and he shrugs lazily before sliding his bottle over toward her. "There's no point in me being there anymore," he tells her. It's definitely not an apology. "You can't say that you miss me."
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Date: 2013-05-06 02:58 am (UTC)Honestly, Nuriko had never cared one way or another if people drank. Not until she'd seen that. Now, it feels like she's making up for lost time.
Not that the guy sitting beside her is the most willing of subjects.
"Hey, it was your job to quit," Nuriko says, waving her hand dismissively before she knocks back some of the drink, nose wrinkling. Beers and ales don't seem to have as much of the kick that Nuriko usually looks for. "But they're my feelings. I can say I miss you if I damn well please. And I do. I don't like it when circumstances snatch people away from me."
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Date: 2013-05-10 12:28 am (UTC)He simply catches the eye of the bartender, orders a new one with a nod of his head before turning back to her.
"You barely even know me," he points out. It's far from a complaint, just a simple fact, and one Sam has spent the better part of the past year ensuring all around. There are a few who've gotten close, a few who've weaseled their way in, but even them Sam is certain wouldn't miss him too much if he were to disappear for good. That's the way of a Winchester after all. To be just as ghost-like as the things they kill in some ways.
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Date: 2013-05-12 08:16 am (UTC)"I barely know anyone in this city," she replies with an arch of her brow. "Just because I don't rank on your radar doesn't mean I haven't noticed you. But, you're right. I'm not completely torn over your leaving — but I never said I was. Just that it annoyed me." Her lips quirk at the corner. "So, am I returning the favor yet?"