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The ballroom was always empty this time of night.

He couldn't sleep. His dealer had been expelled, leaving Loch with no way to get sleeping pills besides going to the infirmary to ask for them himself, but he avoided that place at every possible cost. He was out of alcohol.

He was in for a long night.

The contents of a Valentines Day note weighed on him like a noose. His throat tightened at the thought of it. You should know this: I am not dead. I will find you.

His footsteps echoed off the high ceilings, a steady accompaniment to his racing heart. His didn't know what to do with his arms while he paced and eventually he collapsed onto the stairs. The edges dug into his back and he sat up, resting his head and arms over the edge of his knees, thinking.

I'm not dead.

His life had come to the point where that could mean a number of people.

I will find you.

The only question was when?

He didn't care who it was, or what they'd do to him. He deserved it. He knew he deserved it the same way he knew his own name or the sensation of raindrops falling on the top of a river. It was just a simple fact.

But he couldn't sleep.


OOC: I decided to go with the "Loch found the note but doesn't know who it is" option.
 

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  • Guinevere had been seducing a teacher.

    Was it taboo? Absolutely. But she was not interested in his sexual appeal nor in the taboo behind her actions. Rather, she was certain that he held some important information that she needed, and she was more interested in the keys in his pocket than the manhood in his pants.

    For weeks she had pruned him, paying careful attention to the height of her stockings (just enough skin that it left more to the imagination), and she knew the power of a fixated gaze while applying lip gloss during class. He was known by the student body for being a bit of a flirt, but nobody was sure if he was serious or not. Guinevere was sure. Watching a grown man turn red and flustered by the mature, lusty look from a teenager was...well, disgusting. But it wasn't like he had a choice, so she couldn't blame him.

    On more than one occasion, when she dropped her pencil on the ground, she noticed him staring a little too long at the fringe of her skirt. On the day that she dropped her pencil and he picked it up for her, amazingly staring up her long, pale legs, she knew it was time. The man was drunk on her, and she was drunk on the idea that she could finally break in to the Headmistress' office.

    That day, when class was over, she left a note for him on his desk. "Meet me in the Ballroom. - GH". His flustered movements made it clear he know what she was insinuating.

    Guinevere was waiting in the ballroom when he showed up, and immediately she grabbed him by his necktie and pulled him down, kissing him fully on the mouth. Her teacher made a noise of surprise, then pleasure, and he grabbed her by the face and kissed her roughly. Her lip gloss smeared over her cheek and she pulled away, smiling coyly.

    The drug had been transferred.

    It was take a while for it to kick in, however. She kissed him again, this time trailing her fingers down his spine and looping her thumbs in his belt. Perhaps he would get the hint. He groaned, pressing his large body against her tiny one.

    Pathetic, she thought to herself.[/list:u]
 

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Oh--

Oh--

Oh--

Loch searched for the proper expletive, but nothing came to him in English or Welsh. He had neared the top of the stairs when he heard foot steps below, followed by the smacking and shuffled-stride of two people sneaking away. He thought about clearing his throat and taking his leave, but that's when he saw the light hair, the tight stockings, that cold, cold face.

Guin.

He watched her trail her fingers down the man's spine, hook in his belt loops. Loch had dropped almost to the floor, crouching behind the slitted banister and practically crawling towards the side door.

Guin.

His fingers rushed up the door and gripped the handle tightly, giving it an experimental tug, but it didn't budge. He tried it again, pushing to be sure, but the door was locked, and he wished again that he could think of a curse word to describe the absolute....whatever this feeling was.

Relief that she was alive? Fear that maybe she wasn't alive at all? Horror at seeing her kissing someone like that? Some other, familiar, illicit feeling of watching her kiss someone like that and thinking about maybe doing the same thing to her. Then fear again, because the last thing he remembered was kissing her, then waking up next to her still, cold body.

Loch crouched back down behind the banister and wiped his damp palms on his jeans. The only other way out of there was back downstairs, but he'd somehow have to get down the staircase and past Guin and that guy and out the door without them noticing.

He peeked through the slits in the banisters, hoping the shadows would conceal him, and watched Guin, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Guin.
 

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  • Guinevere was preoccupied, and she didn't notice Lochlann panicking in the shadows, and even if she did what could she do about it? But no, her focus was entirely on bringing this man down. Even as he felt her up, she could feel the impression of the keys she needed in his back pockets.

    He pulled away, looking at her. "I need you," he said huskily.

    She smiled coyly. "I know. Bite my neck, darling,"she commanded, and he obeyed. The mark he would leave would be all she needed. She kissed him again, gripping his tie in her hands and pulling him down to the floor. He made another groaning sound, this one more weary than the last.

    "You...you're...let's..." he mumbled, his words slurring together.

    "Yes," she cooed softly, tracing his jawline with her gloved finger. He smiled lazily, then slumped to the floor, unconscious. Guinevere didn't even hesitate, quick to pull his body over and pull the keys from his pocket. She had what she needed, and now she could leave this pathetic teacher to rot. All she had to do now was fake the evidence.

    From her jacket pocket, she pulled out a pair of underwear. She tossed them at his feet. Then she pulled out a flask, pouring the contents out on him. He would reek of alcohol.

    Now all that was left was to run to the Headmistress in tears.

    Turning on her heel, she headed for the stairs to make her exit, but then she looked up and noticed a figure watching her from the darkness. Inwardly, she panicked, but her appearance remained cool and collected. "I know you're there," she called out. "Show yourself."[/list:u]
 

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Loch was caught.

In biology, he learned that most mammals have three basic responses to danger:Freeze, flight, or fight. The first two didn't work, so he was left with the latter.

When he stood up, he tossed his head back like a horse. He composed the most arrogant smirk he could onto his face when he rounded the corner and stood at the top of the stairs. One of his hands rested on the banister, his long fingers trailing down it in a caress.

He knew a few things about Guin.

One:
She could read his mind. He knew she couldn't pick up everything he was thinking because she got a few things wrong, but the vast majority had been right, so he knew he had to fixate on something that was wrong and maybe she wouldn't figure it out.

Two:
She was dead. She was either some kind of vampire, or maybe a succubus, or a siren, or a fairy? He didn't think robots existed, but damn, she was cold enough. But what could read minds, kill with a kiss, and come back to life? He wasn't sure. Loch wasn't very familiar with anything beyond his own kind, and the diversity at Manta Carlos was overwhelming as it was.

"I wondered when you'd notice me," Loch said. He didn't descend from the staircase, hoping that the height gave him...some sort of advantage. She was already so small that he would tower he if he descended, but Loch felt safer up here.

He focused his thoughts, focused about...meeting her here, yes. It was the most convincing lie he could think of.

"I came here looking for you," he nodded towards the teacher at her feet, trying to hide his discomfort. Loch had been around a lot of bodies, but most of them he'd caused. it was weird being the spectator for once. "I know all about why you're here."

He meant the ballroom, but there was something in his tone that indicated that he knew more than he was letting on, letting it be a play of words.

He tried to think that this wasn't a stupid idea. He projected confidence, arrogance even. So he accidentally spied on her--NO! That was it! He was a spy! It was so ridiculous, even he knew that, but there were so many strange people on this island.

This was a stupid idea, but he'd warmed to it, and there was no going back. He tried to match the composure of her face and found it was easy if he didn't think, if he just focused on the flat line of her lips. His own heart was going to flat line.

"It wasn't an accident that we met, you know."
 

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  • Guinevere could feel the breath escape her lungs with Lochlann stood up. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach, and it took everything within her to breathe naturally. Her heart pounded so loudly. Could he hear it? Her face was placid but her fingers trembled, only slightly.

    Somewhere in the corner of her mind, she wondered why she was having such a strong physical reaction to just seeing him. The overwhelming feelings she felt were immediately tucked away inside of her thoughts, balled up into a pile of scraps and thrown away. In their place was irritation. The muscles in her jaw twitched at the sight of his smug, crooked grin.

    "I wondered when you'd notice me," he said, and Guinevere wanted to run up there and grab him by the throat. Somehow she felt small in comparison to him, but she didn't move. She hardly even breathed.

    "It didn't take long," she lied. Her gaze was cool and calm, but she hoped that her stare didn't waver. Somehow she felt he would see through the lie if she even blinked wrong.

    "I came here looking for you," he nodded towards the teacher at her feet, trying to hide his discomfort. Loch had been around a lot of bodies, but most of them he'd caused. it was weird being the spectator for once. "I know all about why you're here."

    Everything paused. The air seemed to stand still. "I'm sorry. What?" she said. Her voice tried to flat line, but the last word was a note too high. Everything felt like it was crashing apart. What did he know? Had she failed? Who was he really? Was everything she believed about him wrong?

    Did she fail?

    "It wasn't an accident that we met, you know."

    She balled her hands into tight fists, trying to resist the urge to murder him right here in the ballroom. "So...you know everything," she said, trying to maintain her composure. Her voice was calm, but quiet. Too quiet. She was trapped in a corner for the first time in her life.[/list:u]
 

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