Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

Sounds like a personal problem, Jen. - she smiled broadly and waved back at the scrawny blond. Though her shoulders were tense as she turned back to lead the rest of the way to the car. She glanced gratefully toward Mahon, glad he hadnt felt the need to speak up as shed spoken. To refute that he in fact hadnt been drunk. Or that he didnt know her. Fingers squeezed softly against his arm before she let him loose as she started toward the drivers side door. Just before she fully climbed in, she stopped, leaning against the open door, her eyes pinning Jenna in her stare.- Youve got me on camera, talking him down rather than them. Of course you do, because hes a friend. And how else would you think I was able to get through, Jenna? Who else would have allowed it, Lucky the Leprachan? -her hands flopped against the frame of the door and roof of the car before she swiped a finger across the end of her nose and smirked, batting her eyes.- Not really all that juicy when you think about it. Now if you truly dont mind, I have to get him taken care of. -she ducked into the car. Glancing out the passsenger window, realizing that Mahon was having trouble finding the handle. She had no time to help and instruct him properly, so she leaned over and grabbed the inner handle and pulled, her fingers stretching to push the door open a bit. She glanced upward at him as she stretched across the seat, chuckling at his pleased bark that rumbled from his chest. She straightened as his head ducked in, her eyes watching him with adoration and curiosity as he gaze around the car. It was spacious and still fairly new. Fabric interior and that new car smell still lingered. She found herself wanting to reach out and touch the square and stubble of his jawline, enjoying the curve of his smiling lips. She almost did too. Her hand half way there before she realized and instead she curled her fingers into her palm and forced it to curl around the steering wheel instead. She watched as Jenna stood talking heatedly to her camera man and she waved her hand toward Mahon urgently.- Come on, Moe. You can enjoy it better from in here. -she twisted the key in the ignition and it faintly purred to life as he settles into his seat. She saw the news woman stalking toward them, close and she frowned.- Door. -she prompted but again, she was too late as the vulturous woman clamped her hand around the frame and leaned in.- Ive already told you....woman that shares her name with a freakin porn star....how is me coming to rescue a friend from the drunk tank and vultures like you an interesting story? He was still a bit drunk from Mardi Gras last night, happens every freakin year somewhere around the city. People are used to it. Borrowed one of my inspiration costumes and snuck out while I was sleeping. Theres your answers Jenna, what more do you want? Im not the media, Im not going to blatantly lie. -she peered out the window, spotting two other news vans as well as a local paper reporter or two. She huffed a snort and pointed out the window, turning her gaze to the smug smile. Her right cheek dimpling as she rolled down her window and leaned out of it, calling out to the retreating woman.- Or maybe Ill just give the story as Ive told it to you, to your competitors, so they can run it and make you look like an ass. Ive already given you what you want, your choice, Jen. -she shrugged, dropped back into her seat and angrily hit the button to roll the window back up. Releasing a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Her eyes blinking open and turning to Mahon.- Yes. I have. To protect you, Moe. The people would be just as confused by your sudden appearance and to learn where youve come from as you are about being here. You....I can explain things to you. The World....thats a whole different ballgame. Considering I dont even know how you got here. -her words, truthful and tinged with a heavy air of frustration. Not at him, just at the situation as a whole. With the doors closed, she hit the button to lock them. Turning to watch his awestruck gaze moving over the interior of the car again. A chuckle escaped at his questions.- Theres a lot of horsepower under the hood, it is not magic though. Its called an engine. No, Im not a witch, although sometimes I wish I were. No, its not alive, I promise. The noise it made....was this.... -she reached to the keys as they dangled from the ignition. Pushing the button again, hed hear it beep and the the locks disengaged. She pressed it a second time, a different beep sounded around them and the locks clicked shut again.- As long as I have this and the key, I kind of am its master. -she chuckled and glanced at him again. Her lips pursing in thought. Considering how to answer his last questions.- America does alright for itself but there are people that arent rich. There are others that are obscenely rich and there are others still that are somewhere in the middle. Its....hard to explain. But Ill try to figure out how to, eventually. For now, lets get you back to my apartment and out of the chaos, yeah? -she turned toward the steering wheel, reaching for the gearshift. Her hand hovered against it as his words hit her.- I know. Because I....made him. And Lily, too. -she said quietly. She seemed to intuitively know thats what the dampening of his smile had been about. And she felt horrible. Shed killed the woman off and their son. Shed had a moment of weakness when shed been writing, she didnt know why but Mara Lillian Seward had promised herself shed never be so vain as to write herself into a story and.....she kind of had. And as the story progressed, as Mahons story had progressed, shed struggled with adding them in in the first place. It had taken her longer to write that part, killing them off. But it had served as a greater motivator for her warrior. Whats done was done but she still felt bad, seeing his reaction. Quietly she shifted the car into drive, turning to make sure it was clear, she pulled away from the curb and headed home.-