Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo The sound the key made as it tried to cling to the ignition was almost sickening, and Lisa closed her eyes against it with everything but a visible cringe. Jackson's movements weren't what spurred those eyes into opening, but rather the protest the door made as he opened it this car didn't like him, she found herself thinking absently, ill fit as it was for the situation at hand. It wanted him out. What he was telling her meshed in with this thought as she turned to him, worried about what he was going to do with that key. She'd reached out again for his shoulder, but her hand never quite finished that stretch, the soft 'wait' that was on her lips never breathed fully into life as she settled into a small silence. Lisa had to remind herself that whatever she thought this was, it was much more serious than that. There were men after them, men that were possibly as lethal as Jackson, and those men intended on killing them either immediately or eventually. There was no 'do-over' if they were caught. It would be the end of it. What they had to do to those after them to force their hand was much worse than a simple slap on the wrist, too. She inhaled, deeply, attempting to calm her nerves, but she only succeeded in, for the first time, introducing her senses to the vile smell of the inside of the car. Under normal circumstances she would have complained, but she held her tongue this time, letting that sharp smell settle inside of her uncomfortably. When he told her about what she needed to do, she found her attention shifting, her eyes looking to the window beside her even though she knew she couldn't see the car from here. After they were out of here, he would have to sit down and tell her everything that had happened, and what was going on. Every little detail they hadn't had time for... She forced her mind to hold to this thought as her hand found the door handle, her own door opening a bit more quietly than his had opened. It was used more , she concluded briefly while sliding out of the car, her feet hitting the pavement. Crouching in that open door for a moment, she turned back to him somewhat, Be careful... Doing so went without say, she knew, but she felt that it needed to be said rather than just assumed. She didn't wait for a response from him, one wasn't really needed, and they didn't have time for that sort of thing. Her hands closed the door a little ways as she partially crawled around it, clear of it, she rose up towards the nose of the car and veered left. Lisa kept her mind centred on what she was doing, not allowing it to shift away from the subject of the car alarm, and towards Jackson and what he was doing... or towards what he might be doing. She could see the front of the car she was intended to bother even before she passed the first car it looked like a beast, compact as it was. Black, shiny, and generally everything that station wagon hadn't been. The station wagon had even failed to live up to the simple expectation of doing what a car was supposed to do and turn on... Reaching the Audi relatively quickly, she made her way around the nose of it, and pulled the handle. For a split second, long enough for Lisa's heart to sink, nothing happened, but then the car alarm flared angrily to life, and it caused Lisa to jump back into the car beside it in a mild panic. Blinking, she recomposed herself, and half-crawled, half-skittered back to her feet. Again, remaining hunched over she made her way back to the station wagon retracing her steps somewhat hurriedly. After this situation was resolved, her plan, regardless of what he tried to tell her to the contrary, was to grab Jackson, get topside, hop a cab, and get away from the airport. They could sort out the details when the threat on their lives wasn't quite so imminent, and probably after Jackson had been allowed to rest. She was in tune with him enough to know that he would be next to useless soon, understandably so, and if this little mishap wasn't to be the final table leg to him coming down, the next one probably would be.