dramatispersonae | Chariot's Heart

... When you come to you find yourself in a room in Iolite shades of color. There's a lush bed and a cushy little loveseat in the room, along with soft carpets and a wardrobe. Spitfire's A-T are sitting against one of the walls, with a whip hung casually around them.

On the wall, there's also a very faint etching of the horse-tattoo on Chariot's arm, though it's almost impossible to make out unless you stare at it for a long time.

[sitting up and looking around the room and sighs, running a hand through his hair]

You could have at least let me open the doors again first...

[he pushes himself to his feet and wanders over to run his fingers over the bed's comforter]

It's quite soft and inviting.

Hm...

[checking under the pillows to see if there's anything there :|a]

... Lube...?

[laughing out loud and leaves it there heading over to the wardrobe to see what's in it |D]

Nice outfits! Or more specifically, a majority of the outfits are Chariot's, though look to be tailored to Spitfire's measurements.

[going to try on one of those suits while he's here :|a because hey it's not like he's going to have the chance very often]

It fits perfectly. I bet you feel pretty slick right now.

[yup, too bad he's all alone and can't enjoy showing it off. looking around the room again, before he frowns and walks over to that far wall, running his fingers lightly over the surface to see if he can feel what he could barely see]

It's faint, but there's a slight indent along the perimeter of the mural, outlining the shape of the horse.

[runs his fingers over it, curiously, half closing his eyes to feel out the edges]

At a bit of pressure, the indent sinks in, just a bit.

[pushes it the rest of the way in]

It's hardgoing, as if the carving for this hasn't been gone through all the way. Keep pushing?

[hesitates and lets his forehead drop forward against the panel, leaning his weight against it but not really pushing anymore]

... Damn it, Chariot...

"Are you frustrated now?"

[not looking up just yet]

... A little. Wanting to push harder and wanting to trust that you'll show it without pushing eventually...

You are probably familiar with high-pitched baby voices by now, but this one in particular is different from the other one you spoke with before.

"You have to push to get anywhere. We don't give up ourselves that easily."

I suppose that's true.

[he flexes his hand on the wall, pushing a little further]

I want to know more...

Edited 2012-06-23 03:53 (UTC)

"Push more then."

[hesitates again briefly before pushing again]

Please...

Edited 2012-06-23 04:15 (UTC)

There's a very sharp pain on Spitfire's back now; probably because something just hit him pretty hard there.

"Don't hesitate."

[half flinches at that, but pushes again]

Come on... please...

Pushing as hard as he can, the etching refuses to sink anymore...

But that sound of a gunshot, followed by a force ramming into the etching to sink it deep into the wall might be a little startling. No more so than the patch of wall that opens up, revealing a dark stair case.

"Keep the bullet. You'll need it."

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