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Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo His movements made her uneasy she knew he was able to shift at the drop of a hat, both his demeanour and his actions turning around completely even as his brain was still processing whatever set him off. Her eyes noted the bandages on his hand while he did what he could for his hair, her ears trained towards him instead of to the unhappy people so very close on the other side of those large, metal doors, they beginning to notice the lack of movement from the machine. He was eerily calm as he spoke to her, as he had been on the plane, and it forced her own panic to subside even more... falling back to how things had been between them when he'd chased her through her father's home... What he was actually telling her, however, was far less than calming. Lisa's hands had lowered, slowly, as he explained briefly what was going on, and her head found the wall of the elevator. She turned to look at that door for a moment before her eyes flicked back to him, her face never fully completing that redirection. No, I don't! Her reaction had been sudden, choked almost, one of her hands reaching for the panel in case his did despite her remaining rooted in place. She pulled away though, quickly, rethinking the situation. Why should I even -- She stopped herself before the question could be fully posed, the smoothness of her own voice startling even her. Why should I even believe you? Jackson had made such huge deal of impressing that point on her that she didn't dare question it even now. This was all sounding like some sort of sick game to her, almost like a twisted voyeur fantasy, and it was turning her stomach. Why are you here then, Jack, if not to kill me? I don't think we'd even be talking if it were as simple as you giving them what they want, Her attention turned to the elevator panel, apprehensively. Suddenly getting off the elevator didn't feel like it offered as much safety as it had before, at least not until she knew the full extent of what was going on. How was someone supposed to respond to being told all of this, let alone by someone like Jackson Rippner... and with their history. Her shoulders found the wall again, and the palms of her hand found a rest against the small little railing that lined the elevator. Lisa understood what he was telling her, but the reality of the situation hadn't quite set in yet, it was because of that 'why' that any sort of fear hadn't taken a hold of her. Either you're here to do what they want, or you would have cut and run the first time they let you out of their sights, right? Which means we're about to end up on the floor of this elevator, or you need something from me for whatever reason...? Is that what this is? She reasoned to him, echoing something he'd once asked of her. Any sort of compassion as a driving factor behind what he was doing hadn't touched her train of thought, if anything, her continuing on her intended course would have bought him more time.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo As far as Rippner was concerned, there were two very distinct worlds that people could live in one of them was the world that Lisa Reisert flourished in, filled with people who drove eco-friendly cars, remembered to recycle their plastics, and whose idea of a wild night was a Sea Breeze and dancing at Palm Beach with the girls on a Friday night. The other world was his world , and Reisert was currently hanging precariously between the two - and for someone who was about to make the full jump over, she was handling herself well. Most people would be sobbing in a corner. But then, Lisa Reisert wasn't most people . Infuriating, yes. Typical? Not exactly. Still, he threw an unimpressed look her way, If I was going to kill you, I would have my hands around your neck right now. Jackson replied, almost exasperated, What this is , is survival of the fittest, and right now, neither of us are fit for what's coming. In any other circumstance, he wouldn't have said the same thing - but in his present physical condition, Jackson wasn't narcissistic enough to believe he could out-run Malvre. Unless you've read a self-help book on this as well. he added off-handedly.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo If it was anyone else standing in the elevator telling her all of this, they would have been met with disbelief it would have been a struggle to even get her to stop and listen to what they were saying past a certain point. Things like this didn't just happen in Lisa's day to day life outside of her history with Jackson... her life was so very normal with only a handful of shocking bumps along the way, and even with this hurtle... It was normal it was safe, it was warm, it was everything that was expected... It was what a typical life was supposed to be. It wasn't this uncertain feeling that was building up inside of her. Hazel eyes never left him as she processed what he was telling her she was apprehensive, it was obvious, and she didn't try to hide that hesitation. She trusted what he was saying to her almost without questioning, but it was natural for someone from her world to doubt things when they were being introduced to his, to want proof that couldn't exactly be given in a safe manner. Arms crossed suddenly as Lisa stepped towards the doors, not quite closing the distance between them, but leaning against that small little wall that ran to the frame of the door, she still facing him. Her eyes left him, dropping to the floor in thought, No, you're supposed to be my self-help book...? She offered, building on his off-handed comment. It was clear she wasn't fully on board, but with what he'd told her about -- the fate he was potentially saving her from, she had no reason not to go along with him for at least a little while. No threats towards loved ones, no holding my arm behind my back to get what you want... I can't possibly keep myself alive on my own, and you're... Her eyes had lifted, her head tilting to the side slightly as those orbs trailed over the bandages around his throat and the state of his hand, still pretty banged up, aren't you? She didn't sound guilty at all as she said this, it more of a statement than an actual question that demanded an answer instead, the words were more matter-o-fact he'd pushed her one way and she'd simply pushed back, she had no reason to feel sorry for what she had done, or to even apologize. It was an almost obvious conclusion, anyone who looked at him could probably tell that something was wrong, even if he could hide the extent of that damage so very well. She sighed softly, the crossing of her arms tightening as she looked towards the metal doors for a moment before she pushed away from the wall and walked to the control panel, This means that your stop is my stop? she offered by way of asking him which floor would probably be the wisest for them to get off at. Her thumb pressed the emergency stop button, releasing it, while her other hand held down another button, holding the elevator in place until a floor was selected. She turned towards him slightly, her gaze expectant. She forwent the safety of hiding behind whatever distance the small elevator had build between them.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo Some weaknesses weren't so easy to disguise, and Rippner was aware enough of his current physical state to know that no amount of bravado could conceal the most obvious of his injuries - and particularly not from the person who had caused them. It was due to an abnormal pain tolerance that Rippner was able to function at his current level in his condition, but was still mildly annoyed with himself for being so obviously wounded. You're still pretty banged up, aren't you? He didn't bother to answer he felt it was rhetorical anyways - he simply waited for Lisa to draw her conclusions based on the evidence she had been presented with. If she was reasonable, she would see the obvious truth she didn't have a choice. Granted, she had the free will to walk away and continue with her planned schedule as though she had never been interrupted, but the consequences would be dire. Fortunately, she proved reasonable the emergency brake was relieved, causing the elevator to jolt once and Jackson immediately reached out, pressing for the underground parking lot. Though the first floor led immediately to street level, it was also the most obvious route and one that would only provide them with more open space to run. The elevator began its descent and Jackson eyed the elevator doors, suspicious that it might stop at ground-level to pick up another passenger - but it turned out luck was temporarily on their side and they passed the floor without stopping, dropping down to the sub-level. The doors opened silently, sending in a gust of cool air that Jackson found welcoming in his current state he stepped out into the dimly-lit underground level, eyes adjusting to the change. Transportation. Finances. Weapons. For most people the concept of obtaining all three in their current situation would seem impossible, but most people were shackled by morality. Rippner had the benefit of having no such bondage. When he finally spoke again, his voice was lilting in a mock-amused way, I hope you didn't have any big plans, Leese, he said, cocking his head to the side as though stretching out a muscle or working out a kink in his shoulder, Because you're going to have to make a few schedule changes.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo The button Jackson had pressed held Lisa's attention while elevator descended slowly, her eyes trailing the curve of that single letter, and only leaving it when the elevator jostled to a halt to find Jackson's back as he stepped through the opening doors. She followed, her hand finding the handle of her bag so that it would roll after her as she walked after Jackson. Nothing that can't be changed for my favourite person at the drop of a hat, She breathed dryly, eying the scattered cars around the lot. Her free hand slipped into her pocket, she either uncomfortable with the temperature change or who she was walking beside... perhaps both. This won't be as simple as us just getting out of arm's reach from whoever is upstairs for a little while, and then being allowed to call the police, will it? She murmured, eyes having dropped to watch her shoes as she walked along, her thoughts deciding to direct themselves towards what was going to happen rather than what could have happened. And she stopped, noting Jackson with a frown as it clicked. This was all because of what she had stopped. An odd sort of smile danced across her lips as she turned away from him, looking towards the lit exit quite a few ways off. We're going to have to disappear for a little while, aren't we? We'll be the next Bonnie and Clyde... It was an off comparison, one that had barely any connection to what was going on -- something Jackson hadn't even explained to her fully, but she wasn't so inclined to ask him for details, at least not at the moment. That would come later, when everything began to feel more real to her. The only hurdle her mind seemed to have made it over thus far was that Jackson was here the boogieman who'd been haunting her first through nearly every similar face she came across, and then by her nightmares that sometimes went uninterrupted... was both here and not planning on killing her. Forward thinking would come for her later, after she'd settled into what was going on more, after she knew the direction they both would be forced to take... after she knew how long this was going to go on for. Right now she was expecting him to counter what she was saying, to tell her that no, it was going to be that simple. All they had to do was disappear from here and the authorities could be called in. Jackson would of course disappear, saving himself from being apprehended again... but... He would disappear. That would be the end of it. She'd been walking diligently towards the light at the end of the tunnel, If you're going to try and steal a car while we're down here I'm going to have to kick you. She warned lightly, having no intention of carrying through with that threat if he did. The thought had came to her absently, her mind beginning to picture what would happen to them both if this was to be a drawn out thing.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo In this case, 'arms reach' covers a lot of ground, they'll know your entire schedule. Rippner replied mildly, And unless there is something very, very interesting about you that I managed to overlook in my period of observation, I don't think you're going to turn into Bonnie Parker any time soon. You've only got one kill under your belt and it was a vehicular homicide, He was referring to Dane, the hitman who had been imprinted with a stolen Jeep's license plate number when he'd entered the Reisert home and found Dane on the floor, bleeding out his ear, he hadn't felt any level of remorse - it was really his fault for not seeing the SUV coming, or for not knowing to get out of the way. Granted, most people who lived in the suburbs generally didn't seem capable of intentionally mowing down another human being, but it had been easy to deduce what she was willing to do around the time she had plunged the pen into his neck. He supposed Dane had yet to make that connection. But the court must have labelled that one under a different heading. Vehicular self-defense? Not likely to strike fear into anyone's heart. Though, he wasn't about to question her willingness to pick up a gun, either. He moved along the borders of the parking garage, his stride was quick and calculated - though visibly hindered by a limp - and he was scanning the darkened level with a calculating look, Unless you plan to stay on foot, yes, we are going to steal a car. It won't be new to either of us.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo ' Period of observation? ' Is that what you call it? She'd stopped walking, somewhat unsettled by his choice of words her voice was clearly irritated though it did not raise in pitch or volume. A colourful term for him about slipped out beneath her breath as her eyes rolled, her feet stopping as she forced herself to regain her composure. One breath in one breath out. It wasn't as easy as all of that, She offered softly, her mild flare of temper fading quickly. Lisa turned back to him, her footsteps resuming. The courts put me through hell. They had to make sure there wasn't some sort of 'cover'. They wanted to make sure the whole thing hadn't been staged so that, if it had gone according to plan, everyone involved wouldn't have simply been allowed to slip off of the radar... Her face remained towards him as her eyes turned, looking over the parked vehicles in the lot. She wondered in the back of her mind if he'd been questioned, and how extensively... or if he'd even made it as far as the hospital. If she had been with anyone else in this situation... she probably would have been offering to help them along, but not Jackson. She wanted that distance from him, even if it was such a small thing it was the only barrier she could think to put between them right now. Seeming to find what she was looking for, she walked away from him, crossing that underground lot as she approached a somewhat beat up old car. Her teeth found her lip as her free hand reached for the handle and gave it a yank no go. Shrugging that off with a shake of her head she moved down the row, towards the next older car she'd spotted, tested the door, and this time it opened. Turning, she stepped away from the still-opened door and leaned against the hood of the car she was making it clear she had no way to actually get the car running beyond that point... She was also making it clear she didn't exactly intend to get into the passenger's seat. Arms crossed over her chest as she turned back to Jackson, almost daring him to say something about those two things. So yes. I have killed, but only because of you, and yes, I stole some poor man's car from him the last time I was at an airport... again, all because of you. She sighed, expelling the air quickly from her lungs as if exasperated. She didn't quite know what to call this venture in theft, but inside she was blaming him for it too. What exactly is the plan in all of this...? I'm guessing that you have one... You don't strike me as the type of person who wouldn't...
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo Lisa had pushed away from the car hood when Jackson had slipped into the car her arms crossed themselves and rested against the edge of the open door, she leaning against that instead. Her chin found the soft fabric of her sleeves as she laid her head on her arms, tilting it to the side somewhat, she simply listening to what he was telling her. It was his tone of voice, lulling almost, uncomfortably soothing even though she wasn't particularly thrilled about what he was narrating. He was calm as he worked, despite everything, and she watched him search the interior of that car with a fluidity that was just as unsettling... but also familiar to her. Realizing this, she looked away. Grabbing hold of her suitcase, she stepped away from the door, and busied herself with putting that single piece of luggage neatly in the back. Closing the back, driver's side door, she turned around and leaned down, peering in at a Jackson who seemed to be having an internal debate with the car's mirror decoration. She was about to comment on everything he'd just told her, but she stopped herself as he lifted that decoration free of its little home and forced it to present a key. ...Maybe she's protecting us? Lisa offered casually, the words sounding a bit sappier than she'd intended them. It was a reassuring thought though, even if Lisa wasn't particularly fond of religion. Straightening herself, she held out her hand expectantly for the key. She walled herself up somewhat in that gesture, her voice more direct this time, the little comment she'd just made seemingly forgotten, This isn't the plane again, Jackson... The focus right now doesn't need to be kept on me... I don't need reassurances over what happened, or what could have happened, or what should have happened. I was over all of that... and quite frankly, if I did need those things, I wouldn't be asking for them from you. So the focus is actually on you, right now, she started slowly, her words building conviction as she continued. What are we going to do? Her question was short, simple, and direct, and probably a bit more vague than was needed, but somehow every small little inquiry about what was going to happen in their forward progress... he'd avoided. Directing the subject more towards her and what had happened than what was actually going to happen it was as if he'd managed to, either intentionally or completely by accident, side-step the forward motion of what was going on.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo Protecting them. Not likely. Jackson plucked the key from his lap and eyed Lisa's extended hand - another correct assumption. He wasn't hard-headed enough to believe he could drive in his current condition, so he dropped the key into Lisa's palm without argument, a silent compliance, though a small part of him rebelled at the thought of placing jagged metal in her hands. He shifted along the station wagon which, classic to 80s design, had been built with bench-like cushioned seats rather than separate pilot seats. The result was rather like sitting in someone's living room, which happened to be inside a car. He lofted a fine eyebrow when she spoke but refrained from correcting her - the focus was not, in fact, on him. The focus was never on him and that was certainly the way he preferred it - his job was to keep the focus on his target. Always. Though, he supposed he needed to stop thinking of Lisa as a target this time around - old habits died hard. Right to business, it seemed Lisa's patience for small talk rivalled his. We're going to find a place to hide. No sugar-coating it, they weren't evading or playing games of cat and mouse - they were hiding, because right then, that was their only logical option. A hotel, a lodge - nothing too public because he was also aware of his own, impending physical crash, something he could feel in the way his pulse was throbbing in his temple. He mentally shook it off, like a career alcoholic shaking off a buzz. He peered at the side-view mirror, Though we can start, he said, adjusting it with the small switch inside the car, By starting the car. This could have easily been registered as pure and simple sarcasm, but this time around it was not - it was a legitimate instruction. He pointed at the side-view mirror, or more specifically what he was seeing in it - a towering figure in chinos and a black dress shirt, stepping out of the elevator. One of Malvre's dogs, sniffing the air. Because that, Jackson said casually, Is a man who is going to kill us.
Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo Feeling the metal key hit her palm, her fingers closed around it, and she took to the driver's seat as soon as she heard him scooting over, the door being closed behind her. His answer was the expected one it wasn't something she was dreading but more... It was the direction her own mind was going with things, and if they were going to be hiding, it meant that the solution wasn't as simple as bringing the police in. He'd never outright said that calling them wasn't an option, but with how he'd ignored that comment from her earlier... and with his answer now, she could deduce enough. Lisa's head refused to finish the direction that choice would lead them they wouldn't be hiding forever... and if the authorities wouldn't solve their problem... Her hands had moved without thinking even in the unfamiliar car, seat belt, followed by the key finding the ignition, and she would have even turned that key without that all too simple instruction from him if she hadn't turned to look at him incredulously at first. His attention was on the side mirror though, and her eyes flicked to that before she turned in time to have him explain what she was seeing. Hazel eyes widened at that, and she froze partially, unable to look away for a moment as the hand that had never left the key stumbled quickly into turning it. She heard a soft purr from the car starting up, but that sound never lasted as far as the engine even starting to turn over and instead died on the spots. Dashboard lights cut out, and the key seemed to jam in the ignition somewhat. Lisa tried again, turning around to look at the problem, thinking that maybe she was doing something wrong, but again, nothing. The same brief, almost quiet cycle repeated itself of the dashboard lights flashing and then nothing. Her expression darkened somewhat as she tried a third time, mentally pleading with the vehicle to do something, but never quite allowing those pleas to reach her lips, and finally a fourth time before forcing herself to give up. Shit, She breathed, staring angrily at the car as if it had been the solution to everything. With how he was moving, she had the feeling that Jackson couldn't just cut and run, and if he could he wouldn't exactly be able to get very far... She looked to the rear view mirror fortunately whatever was wrong with the car sounded like it was more of a battery problem, and the man who'd stepped out of the elevator didn't appear to have noticed them yet. The hand that had been on the ignition found Jackson's shoulder, and her fingers curled, the action easily mistaken for her possibly clinging to him out of fear, but that action had a very real intention. She pulled him down onto the seat, albeit somewhat carefully, as she herself slid down her own seat, peering up at the mirror overhead as what it was reflecting moved out of her line of sight. Two choices, right? We stay here and hope he leaves... or deal with him and then leave ourselves? She was really beginning to hope that this was one of those terribly managed lots without video surveillance...