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Trapped Here Too
Dramatis Personae Anette, Teague
In Absentia	2015-09-09 "I'm a bird, it's what I do."
Location <BOM> Beachfront - Ascension Island
Largely rocky and desolate, the majority of the waterfront on this small island is an unwelcoming place. Craggy and forbidding, lined with jagged black rocks, the coast here can take a fair bit of scrambling to navigate. Here and there, though, the coastline levels out to narrow sweeps of pebbly beaches littered with shells and seaweed carried in on the frigid tide. Occasional old trunks of fallen trees dot the narrow beach, victims of the storms that frequently plague the island. One small stretch of the western shore holds a small dock, a few boats usually moored there. Tucked off the mainland coast in Jamaica Bay, the buildings and lights of the city can be seen far across the water. As the Indian Summer draws further into September, the island compound remains unseasonably hot. Frogs croak and crickets chirp along the western shore as boats bob against the dock there. Silhouetted against the still-visible New York skyline, Jewel makes his way along the larger rocks at the base of the dock. Barefooted and shirtless, with a twinkling diamond coronet on his brow, the pale-skinned teen is easy to spot. His blackish hair is hangs down along his shoulders, and a red-tartan kilt, the hem of which is damp, hangs scandalously low on his hips. Out and enjoying the weather despite her most recent condition, Anette carefully hobbles along on crutches, wings out to assist with the art of balancing. Intent on having a beach experience, and to deal with the weather, she's wearing a black bikini and flipflops. Well, one flip-flop, on her right leg without the cast. She takes in the water-scented air with a slight smile, catching sight of Jewel out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, what's up?" she says, waving to him with a wing. “Just enjoying the warmth while it lasts,” the young man purrs. Perhaps salt on the wound, he prances effortlessly from one rock to the next. “You don’t look like you’re too put out,” Jewel says coolly, arching an eyebrow as his eyes move from the cast to the rest of her, “All you need is a cocktail glass in your hand.” The island is small, so it’s unlikely the two haven’t crossed paths more than a few times. Likely, they’ve just both had their own business to attend to. "Except for the part where I can't visit the mainland at all and I'm pretty sure I'm technically homeless at this point, no I'm not put out at all," Anette responds dryly. "A cocktail would be fantastic but I don't think they'd mix too well with the pain meds." Never mind it's been a few weeks and the pain meds should have been weeded out ages ago... "Still making mutant diamond pigs?" "I've improved some since the last attempt. But yes," Jewel's mouth curves into a smile, eyes fixing on Anette's, "You're not homeless. You're here. ...When was your accident, again?" He takes another step forward on the rocks, moving tentatively closer. His hand finds the dock for balance, "I broke my ankle once during a recital." A dark eyebrow rises up into his forehead, disappearing briefly under the coronet, "I was younger of course, I don't remember being on pain meds for quite so long." Round about, but still a dagger to the point. "It's almost a shame. Your early attempts were very...Picasso." Anette says, offering him a bit of a cheeky grin. "Yeah, I know. But my old apartment is probably gone by now and I don't have anything more permanent set up here. So for now, more or less homeless." Her smile fades a bit as Teagues pushes the pain meds thing. "I assume you weren't shot in the leg though. I only take them as I need them." A perfect balance of honest and not. Jewel's eyebrows flick. That's all. He prowls forward, taking the next few rocks more carefully until he's once again on the shore, "I'm sure you do." He says breathily, "You should claim yourself a cabin. I'm sure they have one that's ...handicap accessible." "Daken and I have talked about getting a cabin. He /says/ it would be a temporary roommate situation but know him...well, I very much doubt it," Anette says, looking out over the water in thought. Either she is unaware of Jewel's reaction to her painkillers comment or she's electing to ignore it. "Hey now, I'm not going to be on crutches forever! Though I do tend to be accident prone." "'Temporary' to that cock up is a lifetime to us, I bet," Jewel replies, amused. As Anette looks out over the water, the British teen moves to stand not far off by her side. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares out as well, brow knitting in dark thoughts of his own. Eventually, his gaze draws up past the vast expanse of water to the city beyond. Anette can't help but chuckle. "That is true. Though really, he's not that much older. And who knows how old he'll end up living in the end." She continues staring out across the water, currently not minding Jewel standing beside her. "You have no idea how hard it is being trapped here," she says quietly, both to Jewel and no one. Jewel waits for for a long moment in silence after the comment. He doesn't argue with it, despite being largely dependent on the Brotherhood and this island. Instead, he lets out a sigh. It's the sigh of an animal stuck a cage, pressing its face against the bars. "You've gotten too used to being able to fly away," the boy says finally with a bitter tinge to his tone. Jewel turns on his heel, bunching the wool fabric of his kilt up in on hand to hike it up some as he stalks off inland. "I'm a bird, it's what I do," Anette responds. "I like freedom. Even if it's a shitty freedom where everyone's trying to kill me." She turns her head, unnaturally so, a Jewel begins to walk off. "So are you saying you're trapped here, too?" she asks, yellows eyes continuing to watch him. Jewel jolts, stopping to side-step away from Anette as she turns her head on her neck. He knew she could do that, but it's no less unsettling. "No," he says slowly, purposefully vague, "I was talking about something else." His own muddy, hazy eyes stare back at the owl woman's with a dreamy haze before he turns and continues to walk off. Anette frowns slightly but chooses not to press the issue further, returning her head to a more natural position before turning her whole body around to head inland herself.