can't catch my breath;; (Natural Instincts)

Title: can't catch my breath;;
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Merciana Reade - March 22, 2012 10:19 PM (GMT)

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Merciana never exactly did much outside of work – she left that sort of thing to
when she was Loki, feeling that he was more attuned to it all. The thing was,
obviously, she and Loki were the same person now, they just had different faces
and different roles within Wolfram and Hart. However, tonight, she was going to
make a massive exception to her own rule. She didn't have much by way of 'going
out' clothes for herself, most of the flashier clothes in her wardrobe belonging to
her Loki body, but there was nothing a quick New York style shopping trip wouldn't
fix. It was so surprising how there seemed to be plenty of people that were willing
to help her out. Kitted out with all of her new gear, she headed back to her little
flat, feeling her skin bubbling at the pretence of going out. It was a nervous
bubbling, her nerves so centred around the concept of showing her own face for a
change instead of Loki's in this particular context. For most people, this sort of
thing wouldn't be an issue, but she still felt like she was fighting herself within her
own skin.

It took a relative long, freezing cold shower to stop the bubbling sensation. She
was taking this evening for herself for a change – she just had to keep reminding
herself of that and how it was going to turn out to be a brilliant idea. Out of the
shower, Merciana took the time to meander around her flat in her towel, laying her
new outfits meticulously across her bed. It didn't take long for her to select an
outfit to wear tonight, tidying the others away before she made any other motion
to get dressed. She tugged her still relatively wet hair up into a messy bun before
going through the motions of applying her make up. She had had a few shop
assistants suggest a few things – advice that she hadn't even asked for, but that
must have been somewhat apparent that she perhaps needed it since she only ever
wore relatively simplistic, day make up – they were all relatively happy about
having a blank canvas such as Merciana. The thing with her and make up was that
she was always much more focus on her work than that.

A few minutes later, with her make up finished, she brought her primary level of
focus back to her clothes, making sure that every inch of her was properly dry
before she started to actually get dressed. She'd heard a few opinions on the best
places to go in New York at night – most of them being places she had already
been to in Loki's form, so she knew that most of them were as good as people
were claiming – the various options passing through her mind, finally making a
decision as she pulled on her last accessory. Her personal favourite place at the
moment was Ragnarok – it always had a more than interesting crowd and a certain
ambience of sorts that seemed to just work for it – a place that never seemed to be
judging on species, not that most people would be able to tell what she was, of
course. Her hair still wasn't quite dry, but with it being pinned up the way it was, it
would dry up in no time and she could possibly take it down later without it looking
all the bad for it.

Heading out of her flat and the building within which it was contained, she headed
a few blocks away from it to the best nearby place that she knew she could catch a
taxi at this hour. It wasn't really that it was all that late, but it was always
treacherous trying to get a taxi in New York, regardless of the hour of the day and
how busy most of them seemed to be speeding around the streets, and a lot of
them rarely passed the street she actually lived on. Finally finding herself one, she
got in, settling herself into the middle of the back seat, giving a set of simple
directions to the driver as to where she wanted to go. She wasn't like the majority
of the New York population who seemed to go to a bar and then moved on to go to
a club later. She just wanted to go to Ragnarok and have that be that. She'd had a
few glasses of wine throughout the day, day drinking being all too acceptable in the
city it would seem, so she'd already effective had pre drinks. It didn't take long for
the city scape to turn into the sight of various warehouses and Ragnarok within.

Getting out of the taxi, she paid the driver without much of a second look at the
cash she was giving him before making her way towards and into the club, smiling
pleasantly at the doormen as she brushed passed the pair of them. She was
mentally trying to remind herself about the faces that would be familiar to her, but
wouldn't recognise this particular face of hers, so it shouldn't have been that
surprising to take in the differing looks that the doormen gave her upon her
entrance. Despite the hour, the place seemed to be buzzing with all sorts of people
already, making her journey to the bar a little more challenging than she would
have originally thought, brushing passed all sorts of familiar faces, yet trying her
best not to acknowledge them beyond that for a friendly gesture. She knew them,
but they didn't know her. Reaching the bar, she settled herself onto a stool, leaning
slightly over the bar to try and get any of the various bartender's attention, but
without much luck.

Jason Tanner - April 18, 2012 03:34 AM (GMT)

"All I'm saying is that that wouldn't have ever happened if it was me" Jason Tanner sat at the bar now for an hour, like he normally did after work when he wasn't feeling like getting straight home to his wife and kid. His son really never accepted his father's new looks, which strained their relationship. His wife just seemed to be getting comfortable with the new him, but everyone once in a while even Jason Tanner himself thought something was wrong. He loved his wife and son very much, but it just felt weird sometimes, like he was just sort of placed with them.

The psychologist suggested it was just depression or him still reacting to the drama he went through during the time he disappeared. Though if asked about those years, he wouldn't be able to tell you much. Jason caught a reflection of himself in the mirror, wishing he could have his face back. Not that this face wasn't a good one, but he missed looking like himself. Jason knew he couldn't shift back though, it would be too painful and it wouldn't last that long. The thought of this leed to the thought of the witch who caused all his problems. He took a deep breath and then tossed back another shot.

The bartender spoke back 'Right, because Jay is the perfect citizen" Jason glared back at the bartender, clearly having been here before many times. "Yea, don't call me Jay' His eyes went back to the small tv screen as the bartender moved to help some other people. His eyes moved to see a girl on the other side of the bar who seemed to be not getting any luck. It was then that he looked around the bar and realized how crowded it had become. "Hey Martin" He raised up his hand motioning with two fingers to come back toward him. "Whatever the lady on the end wants is on me, for having to wait so long to get service "He added in the last bit in a teasing manner as he watched Martin head around the other bartenders and approach the redhead.

Jason felt a hand on his back and a voice in his ear. Getting up from the bar, he left his hat on the bar top and followed the gentlemen to the corner. He wasn't trying to save the seat, but more of a message to say he hadn't left the bar. It was also a reminder to him to get his debit card back from behind the bar before he left. He was being sucked into a conversation that he really didn't want to be in with some old friends.

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