Session 2: Leather Clad Woman
Okay, so that was a dumb idea. Spike was regretting stepping into the bar as he walked down the sidewalk. He had recognized the bartender; it was Michael's kid. Oh well, he was too small to really remember me. Still.This whole trip was flooding Spike with memories. Some of them he really didn't want to remember.
Suddenly he was sent reeling into a memory long forgotten. A girl was lightly humming a song. Julia, he knew it was she but all he could see was black. The black was a glossy wing of a butterfly that turned into the leather of skintight clothing. The clothing was of a blonde girl. Spike called out her name, reached out with his hand. But his limbs were strapped to a table with think leather straps. He felt a pressure behind his left eye. His eyes were closed, but he saw the blade of a katana being hurtled though his heart as his vision swarmed to the streets of a snowy Tharsis City. He saw a girl looking over him. "Hey man, are you okay?" the girl seemed to have blonde hair, and with his vision still blurry."Julia?" "What? No, my name is Emily" As Spikes vision cleared he noticed the three inches of snow covering him. That meant he had to have been passed out for about five hours. As for the girl, what he had thought to be blonde hair was really black accented by the streetlight glaring overhead. "Are you okay? Hey, can you hear me? Are you okay?" "Uh.yeah. Who are you?" "Emily, don't you listen? Who are you?" "Aaron Jestura." "Well, Aaron, can you walk, can you even move? Spike flexed his fingers and moved his arm. "Yea I think so" "Okay then, come on." Emily lifted Spike up, supporting him on her shoulder. They walked for what seemed like hours.
ยทยทยท
When Spike regained consciousness it was light, but he couldn't tell if it was from the lamp or a window. He didn't know where he was, but he was in some sort of room under some sort of cloth on some sort of mattress. He didn't have his trench coat, shoes, or jacket on. The last thing he could remember was Emily's face. He figured this must be her apartment. Something about it clicked in his mind but he didn't give it much thought. He sat up and looked around.
The room was bare, the light coming from a single window on his left. The room was painted white, or gray, he couldn't tell. The only furniture was the bed, the nightstand with the lamp on it, and a closet in the far corner. He leaned over and opened up the drawers in the nightstand; cigarettes, cards, a bottle of gin, and a gun. He took a cigarette, and searched his pocket for his lighter before remembering he didn't have his coat on.
Spike got up and walked over to the closet. Inside he found his jacket and trench coat, along with three plaid skirts, five shirts, and a leather jacket. A pair of leather boots was on the floor, along with several pairs of knee socks, leggings, and other various clothing items.
"Looking for something?"
Spike whizzed around to see Emily standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip. "Just my jacket" he said as he fastened his clasp. "Well come on, I made some soup" said Emily over her shoulder as she walked into the adjacent room. Spike got as far as the doorway. "Holy shit." It was her apartment. It was Julia's room. There was the couch he had slept on that night. There was the stain on the floor from when Julia had spilled soup. Spike almost passed out again but Emily caught him and splashed some cold water on his face. "Hey, do you have narcolepsy or something? But Spike didn't hear her. He was lost in swirling images of roses and black butterflies. Julia was turning towards him. He could almost see her face.
"Ow!"
Emily was pinching his arm extremely hard. She's really strong thought Spike, she probably carried me for most of the way here. She reminded him a lot of Julia, and she had the same apartment. It was de ja vu all over again.
Okay, so that was a dumb idea. Spike was regretting stepping into the bar as he walked down the sidewalk. He had recognized the bartender; it was Michael's kid. Oh well, he was too small to really remember me. Still.This whole trip was flooding Spike with memories. Some of them he really didn't want to remember.
Suddenly he was sent reeling into a memory long forgotten. A girl was lightly humming a song. Julia, he knew it was she but all he could see was black. The black was a glossy wing of a butterfly that turned into the leather of skintight clothing. The clothing was of a blonde girl. Spike called out her name, reached out with his hand. But his limbs were strapped to a table with think leather straps. He felt a pressure behind his left eye. His eyes were closed, but he saw the blade of a katana being hurtled though his heart as his vision swarmed to the streets of a snowy Tharsis City. He saw a girl looking over him. "Hey man, are you okay?" the girl seemed to have blonde hair, and with his vision still blurry."Julia?" "What? No, my name is Emily" As Spikes vision cleared he noticed the three inches of snow covering him. That meant he had to have been passed out for about five hours. As for the girl, what he had thought to be blonde hair was really black accented by the streetlight glaring overhead. "Are you okay? Hey, can you hear me? Are you okay?" "Uh.yeah. Who are you?" "Emily, don't you listen? Who are you?" "Aaron Jestura." "Well, Aaron, can you walk, can you even move? Spike flexed his fingers and moved his arm. "Yea I think so" "Okay then, come on." Emily lifted Spike up, supporting him on her shoulder. They walked for what seemed like hours.
ยทยทยท
When Spike regained consciousness it was light, but he couldn't tell if it was from the lamp or a window. He didn't know where he was, but he was in some sort of room under some sort of cloth on some sort of mattress. He didn't have his trench coat, shoes, or jacket on. The last thing he could remember was Emily's face. He figured this must be her apartment. Something about it clicked in his mind but he didn't give it much thought. He sat up and looked around.
The room was bare, the light coming from a single window on his left. The room was painted white, or gray, he couldn't tell. The only furniture was the bed, the nightstand with the lamp on it, and a closet in the far corner. He leaned over and opened up the drawers in the nightstand; cigarettes, cards, a bottle of gin, and a gun. He took a cigarette, and searched his pocket for his lighter before remembering he didn't have his coat on.
Spike got up and walked over to the closet. Inside he found his jacket and trench coat, along with three plaid skirts, five shirts, and a leather jacket. A pair of leather boots was on the floor, along with several pairs of knee socks, leggings, and other various clothing items.
"Looking for something?"
Spike whizzed around to see Emily standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip. "Just my jacket" he said as he fastened his clasp. "Well come on, I made some soup" said Emily over her shoulder as she walked into the adjacent room. Spike got as far as the doorway. "Holy shit." It was her apartment. It was Julia's room. There was the couch he had slept on that night. There was the stain on the floor from when Julia had spilled soup. Spike almost passed out again but Emily caught him and splashed some cold water on his face. "Hey, do you have narcolepsy or something? But Spike didn't hear her. He was lost in swirling images of roses and black butterflies. Julia was turning towards him. He could almost see her face.
"Ow!"
Emily was pinching his arm extremely hard. She's really strong thought Spike, she probably carried me for most of the way here. She reminded him a lot of Julia, and she had the same apartment. It was de ja vu all over again.