maskormenacelogs | might sound crazy but it ain't no lie baby byebyebye

WHO: Aileen Kimbler & Niall Wilder
WHERE: residence #19
WHEN: on their arrival
WHAT: oh boy that sure is my evil ex-boyfriend assigned to the same house as me
WARNINGS: cursing and angry shouting

[ Aileen just settled in to the whole idea of this place, spent some time grilling the soldier who brought her out of the base for what information or explanations she could squeeze out of him, for all the good it did to wrap her head around this situation. Weird iphone thing read on the way to her new 'home' gave her a better picture, but nothing near satisfactory.

Waiting and reading was good though, and inspecting the place gave her something of a distraction. Five rooms, so safe to assuming some company at some unknown time.

Well... that wasn't so bad. Preferable, actually. Who could say when, though, when this place looked untouched?

Coffee sounds like a good idea - just to have a little noise going - up until she nearly misses the sound of the door knob jiggling with turning key. ]

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[Niall makes it to the house fairly unimpressed with pretty much everything he's seen so far. He' pretty sure that once he's had tome to mull over all of the information he was 'given', mentally or otherwise, he'll appreciate it more but for now he just wants to sit for awhile by himself.

Of which he is sure he'll get a chance to do once he gets inside the house. It's big, he notes, as he walks up to the door and does a quick mental check for any other minds in the house. Nothing. Good.

He pushes the door open with his foot after fighting with the key a bit, closing it quietly behind him as makes his way further into the house. There's not supposed to be anyone here and the sounds of a coffee maker running cause him to frown. He steps into what he assumes is the kitchen and feezes.]

Oh.... [shit] Hello, Aileen.

[ She gasps sharply, blinking at him with a slight jerk back, like she's waiting for a mirage to fade. But, of course, he doesn't.

A mug sits in one hand, freshly filled and freely dripping over the end and onto the floor. One second, two, three; finally she tears her eyes away from his, pulling the cup upright.

Her jaw sets, back straightens, the small, splattered mess on the ground ignored in favor of turning her back on him to set the mug in the sink. She throws an answer over her shoulder, icy and tight. ]

Niall.

[Ah, so that's how it is. To be honest he's not surprised. He relaxes slightly and contemplates leaving for a moment. But, that would be the smart thing to do and since when has he ever made the smart choice when it comes to Aileen.

He runs all of the possible things he could say through his mind and settles on something relatively safe.]

Are you living here too, then?

[ She runs the water first, empties the mug, draws the water with her fingers, willing it to wrap around the sides of ceramic and pull the stains away. Unnecessary for everything that isn't buying a little time to step past the shock. ]

Yes. [ Hardly a whisper. The faucet stops, she stays where she is, inspecting the cup idly. ] I suppose I was.

[It's not the first time he's seen her move water around like that but it's certainly a little surprising to see her do it for a mug.... Which means she's stalling. Great. This can only mean good things.]

Was? Why the past tense?

[ Yeah, that continues. Even after she sets it down. ]

I think you know. [ There's a drained quality to the words. Do they really have to play this game? ]

[Oh. That.... Of course.

He stares and tries not to sigh.]

So...you're going to put yourself out on the street just so you won't be near me. You hate me that much. [Dunno about you, lady but that seems like a bit of an overreaction.]

Already making this about you, are we? Record time.

[ Finally she turns back around, looks him dead in the eyes. Her arms cross, a slow, frustrated breath tumbling out. ] What I'm saying, Niall, is that I'm not staying here because I can't. A nun wouldn't have the patience.

Of course it's about me. I'm the person you can't stand to be around.

[He rakes his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.]

I did apologize.

Oh! [ One hand goes up, palm flat, punctuating. ] You apologized. Well, thank you, Niall. That fixes everything.

[ She takes a step forward, but its not towards him, not towards the door. She drops a hand out to the puddle of coffee, drawing it up swirling around her hand and with a flick sends it, too, to the sink with a bit more haste than strictly required.

She shakes her head slowly, mouth set in a firm line. ] We're both here. We're both here and the first thing you have to say to me is that I hate you? What-- what the hell were you hoping for? [ Her eyes squeeze shut; open. ]

What do you want from me?

[ He rolls his eyes and briefly contemplates telling her 'you're welcome' before deciding that it would make an already difficult conversation worse.

He leans back against the wall as she talks and watches, scowling.]

I don't know what I want from you. I didn't even know you were going to be here. When the first thing you say implies that you're leaving, because of my being here, what else am I supposed to think?

[A pause]

Other than that you hate me.

[another pause as he considers.]

In fact, I should probably be asking what you want from me.

might sound crazy but it ain't no lie baby byebyebye

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