Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

[Shadowlace]

She was barely registering what had gone on. She could make out a mans voice as he spoke to her. Miranna however was still distraught. What was this place? Was it hell, did her sins while being a nun bring her here? Would she be tortured like this daily? Reminders of her past life culminating to her painful descent into a gruesome death. A death that was meaningless!

That triggered her to cry louder, even as she was scooped from the floor and deposited on the bed. Once there she clutched the scrapbook. In tight whiting grasp, she held on to it. The cool leather was not what comforted her here, no it was the girl inside, her daughter, that she was grateful for.

Slowly she began to lessen her tears to more whimpering and sniffles. As she did one arm slipped around the warm embrace of the person next to her. She rested her head on his arm and held onto it. It was comforting to have someone beside her, the warmth of another who seemed concerned enough to do something to help her was nice, especially after all she had been through.

She finally looked up her eyes still wet with tears, but no longer clouded by the sheer weight of it all smiled." Thank you" Is all she uttered as she gripped a bit tighter and leaned in taking the time to just embrace the simple intimacy he provided.

 

[Drobabes]

He watched as she slowly seemed to pull herself together. He wasn't very good at comforting, especially people he didn't know, but he sat there and tried all the same. He didn't try to touch her or speak anymore comforting words, but when she wrapped her arm around his and then leaned on him and thanked him, he figured he had probably done enough by just being there.

"You're welcome."

He was quiet after that, simply looking around her room a bit. She must have been a very religious women to have a room like this, he thought to himself.

Suddenly he started feeling that pull again, that strange sense in the back of his mind that made him want to move his feet forward. He could have easily ignored it if he wanted, but seeing as the women was now a bit calmer and he didn't really know what to do with himself, he went ahead and stood, gently pulling himself away from her.

It was pulling him towards the door, but he was hesitant to open it. It was true that the bar had never led him to danger before, but there were so many lost souls in this world, itching to take advantage of a situation. For a few moments, he simply stood there and rested his hand on the handle. Then, seemingly making up his mind, he cracked it open and looked out.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw who was standing there. The beautiful blond that had been taking a star role in his dreams for the last few months, and who had smiled at the taste of his drink. He wanted to talk to her, wanted some excuse to keep her looking at him.

"You...uh..."

He looked back at the red haired, puffy eyed nun, then back at Darla. Suddenly he pulled the door open wide and stood aside a bit, as if he just expected her to come in.

"New arrival. I'm not good at this type of shit, can you talk to her?"

Nice. Smooth. Real smooth.

 

[Poprockz]

She had stopped as she heard the door opening, not making any moves, but still looking a bit wary. A man popped his head out and seemed to want her attention. Darla didn’t know who he was, but by his body language, he seemed a bit uncomfortable. She wondered if this was another ploy to get her in bed, but what he said next made her curious.

Walking over, she leaned into the doorway and looked into the room, her eyes finding the blanket-covered nun and widening. Poor girl, she looked so distraught and lost. Those beautiful blue eyes looked a bit puffy as though she had been crying and her tear-stained cheeks corroborated that theory. Taking a self-defense course didn’t change the fact that she had a soft heart for those in pain.

Darla glanced at Slater before quickly coming in and sitting on the bed beside Miranna, pulling her into her arms and letting her head rest on her large chest. Her hand went to rub the woman’s back gently. “Hey... you’re going to get through this. We’re here for you- you’re not alone honey.”

 

[Shadowlace]

Having people change especially from a man t a woman she switched looking up inot the blonde woman's eyes and sniffling." They..they took my child and then threw me on the street! I remember..I..." Miranna then slid down as she sobbed her face in the woman's lap with another arm about her waist. She held on tightly like she had when she found out.

She remembered now, she spoke with Sister Angelique who had given up a child to adopt as she had once before becoming a nun. The older woman hand comforted her then. It was a bond she missed now. Angelique would be great now, not strangers in some strange god Forsaken place.

Miranna eventually cried herself out again and slowly sat up, she wiped her eyes and eventually spoke to the woman." I...I remember. I remember I got pregnant with the Fathers' child. I carried it to term, but then they whisked her away and excommunicated me..I...I didn't fair well back out on the streets and..was murdered by some strange men in an ally...I..is this Hell?" She stumbled through it all still feeling surreal.

 

[Poprockz]

As the nun cried herself out, Darla pet the girl's hair, watching her but remaining quiet. It sounded like some horrific shit had happened to the poor nun. Her lips pursed and her brows knitted in worry, thinking about what she had said about having a child taken from her.

When Miranna was able to sit up again, Darla moved her hand to rub her back once more. While the tears were gone for now, it didn't mean she didn't need to be comforted. What a fucking awful end to her life; it never ceased to amaze Darla just how shitty people could be. The father had probably been worried about his stupid position in the church, too cowardly to take responsibility for being a willing participator in his and the nun's lustful trysts.

She could feel her shoulders tensing in anger, but she forced herself to sigh and relax them. "It might feel like Hell, but this is Perdition. It's a waypoint for people before they move on to... well. I suppose that's for you to decide. "The path to redemption is an endless journey, the path to hell is a single step." Though, from the way some of the people act here, you have to wonder whether they're exaggerating at the hell part. If it were true, more than half the people in this place would be gone..."

 

[Drobabes]

"If it were true, more than half the people in this place would be gone..."

"Maybe this is their hell. Or the first stage of it, anyway."

He had been standing by the door, half keeping watch even though he had locked it. Sometimes a locked door was not enough to keep one safe.

The women's ramblings of her end were sad, and while a small part of him, the part that still had his humanity somewhat intact, felt for her, he was still really annoyed with the whole situation. He felt roped into something bigger than himself and he didn't like that. He tsk'ed a little as he looked over at the door again, crossing his arms and looking a bit angry.

 

[Shadowlace]

" SO Perdition is like Purgatory," She says as she still clutches her scrapbook. She smiles at that thought." If its Purgatory we can get out!" She says as she points to the bible.

" They can pray for our mercy, or pay for it. If not we can try and do penance here." She says straightening up. Miranna looks to the blonde eyes her up and down and then blushes when she realizes she is naked and scrunches up.

"I'm naked, in front of...Oh my, a handsome man saw me and now a beautiful woman. Such a shame the Reverend Mo..Mother" She paused and her face softened as she looked to her old clothes and then her habit.

"...I don't have to worry about that now. I was excommunicated from the church for my lustful acts. My relationship with the Father and my fellow sister Emily. She got pregnant too..Did she end up here? Is she still okay?" She asked clutching at the book looking down at it.

"At least she is okay. I think this place gave me this to see her life. Her full life, I know not if it was to punish me, but it brings me joy." She says with a smile and her eyes seemed to gleam with hope. " I think with this and the bible, I can have hope.

"I'm sorry where are my manners, would you like to maybe get some tea? I think I can get dressed and see if the tavern will give a kettle and some cups. If that is how it works?" She says getting to her feet. She goes over and sets her scrapbook down on the table next to the table and looks at the clothes she was given.

"I should get dressed first though"

 

[Poprockz]

She looked up at Slater at his voice. It's true that she had looked at him when she came in, but she hadn't actually looked at him. He was a handsome man, and that outfit of his made him look quite snappy. However, the fact that he seemed a bit annoyed by all of this put her off slightly. Though he got points for comforting the woman and getting Darla to help, the fact that he seemed to think of the woman's pain as an inconvenience put her off.

Her brows knit slightly and she looked away from him, slightly annoyed. Darla held the woman as she spoke, her annoyance melting away to something softer as the nun blushed and apologized for her partial nudity. The bit about her being with a man and a woman interested her, the blonde wondering whether this was a poly-relationship or whether she had been seeing each of them separately in secret, not knowing that the other two were doing the same? In any case, it meant that maybe someday Miranna might consider having a bit of fun with her, and that was a nice thought.

Her smile became warm as she shook her head, "I don't know about your friend, but perhaps you did get the scrapbook to give you hope. Perdition usually makes you fight for hope, but I'm glad you've been granted a small mercy. I'll let you dress." With that, she stood up herself and made her way over to the door, unlocking it and stepping outside, ignoring Slater other than to wait for him to move out of the way before she had strode past him into the hallway.

 

[Drobabes]

Slater listened to the little nun speak, a bit of an awkward look coming over his face as she mentioned her nakedness, and he looked away. He had tried not to stare at her as he had grabbed the blanket, but, well, it wasn't like he could will his eyes to simply see through her.

When she got excited about seeking redemption, he had had to bite back a scoff. In his fifty years of being here, he had only seen such a small handful of people actually be 'redeemed'. The rest that he had had the privilege of witnessing leave had been...well, he didn't want to think about that. Needless to say, it haunted him more than his own scars.

His brown eyes looked to Darla as she stood and made her way past him, and despite what he had seen her do down at the bar, he didn't trust someone not to come along and try to mess with her. He strode out into the hall along with her, and then shut the door behind him. For a few moments, he just stood there awkwardly.

"She has a lot of faith. Perdition will probably let her out of here."

His tone was a bit softer than it had been in the room. Soon enough they would all be down at the bar, and he wouldn't feel so obligated to watch the nun. At least, if the bar didn't push him in that direction again. He wondered why it had pushed him here in the first place though....

 

[Poprockz]

"I wonder about that. We're all here for a reason. I think that until we embrace our demons, those demons will be the chains on our ankles that keep us bound to this place. I think her demons are large ones, so she'll have some work to do if she really wants to move on." Darla sighed, running her fingers through her hair, her red nails contrasting with the lovely golden yellow of the strands.

"Ah well, it is what it is I suppose." She crossed her arms and waited for the nun, thinking to herself that she could use something a bit stronger than tea.

 

[Drobabes]

"I think that until we embrace our demons, those demons will be the chains on our ankles that keep us bound to this place."

He seemed to be thinking quite seriously about what she had said as he also waited for the nun to dress herself. For a few moments, all that could be heard in the hall was the distant echoes of screams; some of passion, some of horror. Not for the first time, he wondered when he had gotten used to it.

"Maybe some of us have already been sentenced, and now we're just doing our time."

He thought he had embraced his demons a long time ago. He had long since stopped ignoring the signs, or outright refusing to acknowledge the memories that the bar mustered up. He faced them head on now, remembering every detail, and yet he had still been here for so long. How many more years must he wait? Or was he simply serving his own penance now? He didn't know what else to make of it.

His brown eyes looked over at her as those beautiful red nails dragged themselves through her hair; hair the color of the sun. It was the closest he had gotten to seeing that color since he came here. Briefly he wondered what that hair would look like tangled up with the nuns fire red locks.

Once again he found himself staring a little longer than he meant to, and with sudden realization he looks away. He turns his face back to the door, then down the hall, almost as if he is fidgeting.

 

[Shadowlace]

Miranna slipped on the white panties and then pulled on the Run-DMC shirt and her jeans. She slid on the shoes and rhen began to place her weapons on her. It was something she had done since she got here. The belt slid through the loops to res on her hip and the others crossed her chest and a few other places to hold the knives. She had 12 small blades in total as she stepped out. Well almost did.

Miranna gtabbed the strangest thing of all her rosary. She wouldn't really need it but it was familar. She stepped out and smiled to the two in the hall. " Oh Mr.Slater are you gonna join us for tea?" She asked not quite as chipper as she had been down stairs but still chipper.

" Also did you know my hair is red! I died a strawberry blonde!!" Miranna says looming to the other two." Any ideas as to why my hair is different?"

 

[Poprockz]

Darla had noticed his prolonged look, though she wondered if he was simply spacing out. The topic of their sins and possibly eternal damnation was a heavy subject, one that most would have deep thoughts about. She didn't look at him though, not wanting to open that can of words and make things awkward for them.

When Miranna came out, she smiled, amused at the woman's query regarding her hair. It was a bit odd that Perdition would seek to change her hair color of all things, but she liked it a lot so she wouldn't be complaining any time soon. Reaching out, her hand gently scooped up a lock of her hair, admiring it for a moment before letting it slide over and off of her palm.

"Why indeed? I've never seen anyone altered like that. Mostly you just get illusions or items from Perdition. Some might say that each item it grants is a hint that you're going in the right direction, but who knows? It's very beautiful though... Maybe it's a display of lost innocence, or the place trying to let you be a bit rebellious." Darla chuckled and started down the hallway, trusting the other two to follow her.

 

[Drobabes]

He stepped away from the door as she came out, then took her clothes in curiously. Her knives he thought to be a bit eccentric, but then again, where she was at now, it was probably good to have a weapon.

"Oh Mr.Slater are you gonna join us for tea?"

He had been listening to her talk and the ghost of a smile had wanted to curl his lips up. He found her to be pretty cute despite wearing a literal belt of knives around her waist, and she seemed almost innocent in a way, and much more upbeat than most of the lost souls in this place. However, at the mention of tea, he frowned a bit.

Should he join them? He really was more one to just do his own thing, and if some of the more violent individuals saw him sitting with two beautiful women, they might try to cause trouble for them all. However, the more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to leave the two women alone to face that trouble on their own. Darla seemed to have gotten some knew skills, and he was curious what the nun could do with those knives.

"Well I..."

He looked behind him, and by the time he looked back,Darla was already walking away. Walking away, with a very sexy sway in her hips that made his mouth water.

"...suppose I could at least accompany you down. Don't want anyone giving you a hard time until you get used to this place..."

He uncrossed his arms and started following.

 

[Shadowlace]

" You are such a gentleman Mr.Slater, would you like to burrow a knife?" Miranna says cheerfully as she smiles and pulls out a knife. She holds it out handle first.

Looking back to Darla she giggles. " I like it too. My mom was a ginger. Fiery and full of life. Kinda why I went down the path that lead me to be a nun. Well partially. I still sinned alot as a nun. Especially with Sister Emily. Thiugh if you saw Emily you'd want to sin with her. 6'2 145 pounds long blonde hair, 36 Cs. By the Holy Father she was a masterpiece and her little swedish accent was adorable!!!" She said as she blushed and then looked down.

" I hope she didn't suffer the same fate as me. I seduced her and helped Father Mulligan get her into bed. She didn't want too, but because I asked she accepted. He made us both pregnant..." she let it trail off.

" No I shall not let my sins weigh me down, let us get some nice tea and talk. Its been ages it seems since I was able to talk. And after the shower I feel amazing" Miranna says as she slips her arm around Darla and giggles. " I'll escort you Darla or you can escort me."

 

[JadeKnight]

The doors to the bar swung open slowly to permit a lone figure inside. Firey red hair cascaded over Jezabel's shoulders as brown eyes looked over the strange place. She wore a little smirk on her lips, finding the whole thing amusing. She muttered softly under her breathe for a moment.

"What is this? The Bar at the end of the universe?"

Not really expecting an answer just yet, she took a moment to look down at herself. For some strange reason, she was wearing a black pencil skirt business suit, a far cry from her typical jeans and t-shirt. Slung over her right shoulder was a backpack full of art supplies and a large easel tucked under her left arm. She paused for a moment and shifted the easel so it was in front of her. She used her other hand to grasp at her crotch for a moment, smiling a little as she felt herself intact.

Relaxing a bit, she started to walk over to the bar, black heels clicking softly on the floor.

 

[Drobabes]

His eyes went down to the handle, then back up to meet hers. He honestly considered it for a moment, the place being what it was, but a small part of him felt like if he took that knife then it would be the same as just asking for trouble to come knocking on his door. So instead he just shakes his head and politely says "no thank you."

As they walked, Slater watched the two women with interest. It was the closest he had gotten to Darla since he had first brushed past her on the stairs some months ago-likely not long after she had arrived. She hadn't seemed to have noticed him then, and he hadn't had the balls to approach her since. Not that there had been many opportunities, he actually rarely spent his time down at the bar. That was, of course, until she had come along, but even then, he had still made his visits sparse. The things that he saw happen in that bar room at times were enough to send him into flashbacks and leave him a nervous, paranoid mess, holed up in his room for days on end and just staring at trinkets.

The little nuns arm wrapping around Darla made him look at the two of them with interest, and he tried to burn the memory into his mind for later, when he had a moment alone. Perhaps the bar would grant him a small gift of some more paper and paint when next he returned to his room.

 

[Poprockz]

She paused as she heard the nun start in on her little story. It occurred to her that Miranna was fairly straightforward- admitting to things in life she had regrets about, even though some might think of them as shameful. She seemed to have no problem going into details regarding her personal life, and it almost seemed like the concept of lying or hiding things was foreign to her.

Darla found herself finding the woman quite adorable. Though she obviously liked things a bit freaky, she exuded a special kind of innocence that was simply precious to behold.

"I'd be happy to escort you." Darla smiled as she let her own arm slither around the girl's waist, glancing at Slater to make sure he was coming before continuing on. She had a feeling that she might be revisiting Miranna's room later tonight if she was picking up the signals right. If not, then at least she had a cute little nun she could hang out with in this shitty excuse for a plane of existence.

It wasn't long until they were at the stairs, climbing down and heading to a booth near the bar. Darla scooted in, allowing them to choose how they wanted to situate themselves whether that be on either side of her, or with the nun sandwiched between herself and the man.

 

[Drobabes]

Once they were all down at the bar, Slater waited for the two women to seat themselves. He hesitated once more, not sure if it was really a good idea to be near them, but ultimately he decided to take a seat and just keep towards the edge of the chair where he could make a quick escape if need be. If someone were to bother them, he didn't want the two women getting wrapped up in it if it was him they wanted, and if it was the women they wanted, then he was going to be damn sure they had to come through him first.

He sat straight and a bit stiff, looking around the bar. His eyes landed on the other redhead and he couldn't help but stare for a moment at her blouse. However, when he saw the easel she was carrying, his brown eyes quickly focused on it and he had half a mind to strike up a conversation with her. Painting was one of the few pleasures he enjoyed in this dreary place.

 

[JadeKnight]

Once she reached the bar, Jezabel carefully leaned the easel against the bar before sitting on the bar stool. She carefully put the backpack on top of the bar as she noticed the three coming downstairs in the mirror. She subtly licked her lips for a moment as she saw the two women, flicking her eyes back to the selection of drinks. She had to admit the place was well-stocked with drinks.

She had noticed the man as well, though she didn't let on that she had noticed the three just yet. She was still trying to feel the place out. She did reach out and grab a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey. Popping the top off, she poured herself a shot of whiskey before downing it.

"Ahh...just what I needed."

She spun around on the stool,crossing her legs at her ankles as she took in the place more thoroughly.

 

[Poprockz]

Once she was settled, she requested that same drink from the bar and took a sip. Delicious. The box had said that the drink was from Slater. Why did that now sound familiar? She thought about it for a moment before realizing that it was what the nun called him. Was he the guy who gave her a drink? Or was it his drink? She suddenly felt a bit more curious about him, though one could hardly peg a man as gentlemanly for sending one a drink.

The fact that he was so rigid and ready for... what she assumed was something bad made her anxious and she didn't like it. Her red nails strummed on the table until she found another steaming basket of mozzarella sticks in front of her, complete with hot marinara. She took one and took a bite, relishing the taste as a string of cheese stretched between her and the piece in her hand. Once it was broken, she chewed and swallowed, unable to take the man's nervous demeanor.

"Hey, Slater, right? Relax. You're making me anxious." She said it playfully, not wanting him to think she was trying to be bossy. Darla simply wanted to relax with the two interesting characters. She hadn't noticed the woman with the easel yet, focused on their own table at the moment.

 

[Shadowlace]

Miranna enjoyed the walk eventually using both hands to squee onto Darla's arm. The nun learned a lot during her time in the convent. One was that community helped ease you through your journey if you nurtured it. Even the Bible said a church was only as strong as its people. So Miranna hoped she could help while she was here to grow the community and bring these people to the necessary place to continue on.

At the bar, Miranna tapped the bar and smiled." Oh great Bar, I beseech you to grant me and my companions a nice earl grey tea with sides of honey, lemon and sugar as well as glasses please."

She waited hoping her gesture of kindness to the bar wouldn't go unnoticed. I mean she suspected it was sentient and that it needed to be thanked properly for its services. Which she hoped she could do. Eventually, the tea arrived in a nice Porceline set. She smiled widely and bowed to the bar.

"You are too kind Tavern, far too kind, thank you for everything." Miranna looked at the other two and smiled." So the Bar was so kind as to take my order and now we have Earl Grey tea with the trimmings should you want them!" The redhead said excitedly as she saw another woman there and smiled.

"Another Sheep has come here, may the good Shepard guide her to where she is needed to go," Miranna said in a quick prayer. It was strange to go back into the habit of being a devout nun, but it was partially an armor. She was feeling that she hid behind it while at the convent and that here in this place she would find her true self. That is what she believed her task would be.

 

[Drobabes]

Slater was watching the other redhead at the bar curiously, trying to figure something out about her features. There was just a slight something about her body that seemed just a tad off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it was how her hips seemed a bit too slender, although the skirt almost hid that illusion. Whatever it was, she was quite gorgeous. Though, not as gorgeous as the two women that he was currently sitting with.

"Hey, Slater, right? Relax. You're making me anxious."

His brown eyes turned back to the table, and he gave her a bit of an apologetic grin.

"Sorry. I don't usually spend my time down here."

He forced his shoulders and back to relax, though he still had very good posture, not the usual slouching like many people seemed to do. When he noticed what she was drinking, the same glass that he had unwittingly conjured up before, he got a bit of a shy look on his face and turned his eyes to the little nun.

He watched with half feigned interest as she spoke out loud to the bar. He had never thought to thank it before, as if it were sentient, although now that someone else had brought it up he wondered. He reached out and took a cup, enjoying the warmth against his palm and the way the beverage seemed to calm him as he took in it's smell.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla shrugged, "that's alright. I'm down here quite a bit, typically. So I guess I'm just used to the chaotic energy." His shy look wasn't lost on her and it confirmed to her that he was indeed one and the same as the Slater in the note.

Her attention was diverted to the nun as well and she smirked as she watched the girl actually talk to the bar. She was too goddamned cute for her own good- Darla thought to herself that she wouldn't mind eating her up. What kind of cute little noises would she make if Darla had her little wrists pinned on the bed as her lips started going lower and lower?

She swirled her drink and took a sip, "thanks, but while I like something a bit hot and steamy every now and again, I'm more of a booze girl myself." Darla's lips once more curled into a little smile, winking at Miranna.

 

[Shadowlace]

Miranna added a bit of honey and stirred it. She took a sip and let out a satisfied moan. She then frowned that Darla didn't take any. She blushed at the same time as she knew that wink. She leaned into Darla her face inches from her ear.

"But if you don't drink the tea how can you enjoy my dessert" She whispered before she then got back up and giggled."Slater do you like the tea. I had it a lot with the Mother Superior during bible study. She was a great woman. A widower, whose husband died in Vietnam. She left her son with her mother and went to the church. Except for the last year of my tenure as a nun she was like a kind mother to me. She taught me that honey was the best natural sweetener and if you use just a hint of lemon. Just the right tart with sweet and bitter"

She takes another sip and then looks at the alcohol." As for the liquor I was more of a whiskey neat instead of fruity cocktails, but I believe that looks divine!" Miranna says looking at the drinks and then the remanence left on Darlas' lips.

"Can I have a taste?" She asks looking at the blonde with an innocent look, once more sipping her tea.