[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=BA68A6]Bobbi Hobbes[/color] [color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color] and [color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr][hr]

Bobbi felt that it might be a good idea to chat with the girl from the night before.  She had been quite emotional and had no support for things she may not have been able to control.  She had to admit she did not know the whole of the story.  However, she had a tidbit from Mary last night as well as the blow up in the med unit.  All she knew was the girl might need someone to unload upon.  The effects of drugs, especially on the unwary, could be a damaging thing.

As she moved around the mansion in search of the young woman whose name she could not remember, she paused at an open doorway amongst the dorms.  There was the sound of rustling and her curious nature caused her to poke her head inside.  What she found was the girl she was looking for but... what exactly was she doing?

[color=BA68A6]"Heyo, wassup lil' lady?"[/color] she called out as she pushed the doorway open.

Ayita had been rifling through her brother's wardrobe. Several of his shirts buttoned down dress- for travel and not when she was home- were resting on the bed. Most were in tones of green, black or brown. Darker colors rather than anything flashy. Her talk with Allison had put some things into perspective, but it still irked her. Absently she considered her actions towards Mary and turned them over in her mind. There was no way that little yappy woman and she would ever get along, and Ayita knew if Marygold ever set foot in the Northern territory Ayita considered home as a wolf she would hunt Marygold down and thrash her. Then toss her out of the brush into a city with the clear message of 'get the hell out of my state'. 

Hearing a voice call out, Ayita sprang towards the bed and hissed as her shoulder was jarred. Gritting her teeth she looked over at the strange newcomer to the manor. Her amber eyes narrowed as she considered Bobbi. [color=ForestGreen]"Lil' lady?"[/color] She echoed slightly, her hackles raising as she remembered the way the woman had talked down (up) to her in the medical room in the basement. [color=ForestGreen]"Is there a reason you are barging into my brother's room?"[/color] If Richard was into this woman, she would strangle him while he was a python.

[color=BA68A6]"Well,"[/color] she said a bit teasingly, [color=BA68A6]"I could use a button down or two.  Seems like a free for all in here."[/color]  She gave the girl one of her charming, lopsided grins.  She was a bit used to strange behavior such as this.  Hanging out with drug addicts meant hanging out with all sorts.  This animalistic side that Ayita showed as not something to be afraid of but should be used to help her understand the girl better.  For starters, it meant she tended to wear her heart on her sleeve.  [color=BA68A6]"I kid, I'm not here to take your brother's clothes.  I was actually looking to chat with you.  I meant what I said back in medical.  I want to make sure you're okay.  You went through something really tough.  And I know it  So if you don't wanna talk this second I can at least help you with a bit of thievery.  Ain't nothing like a good purloin."[/color]

She moved from her position leaned against the door and into the room.  Just a little.  She touched nothing.  Her stance was easy and cool.  Not afraid and also non-threatening.  Her hands were where Ayita could see them and her vital points obviously unprotected.  This wasn't Bobbi's first round with a child who had not learned the manners of the world.  Hell, it had taken her years to learn what [i]little[/i] she knew.  [color=BA68A6]"I'm Bobbi if I never said.  Nice to meet ya, by the by."[/color]

Ayita raised a brow with a bored look on her face, a look that Richard shared at times. [color=ForestGreen]"I may take what I please, you would find him rather irksome."[/color] She stated simply, turning back to her task. [color=ForestGreen]"Ayita."[/color] She replied, her one arm in the sling as she began looking through her brother assortment again recalling Bobbi before. [color=ForestGreen]"You said something about my brain and an altered state, do you have a problem with it?"[/color] The amber eyes turned to stare at Bobbi, the pupils looking like a cats. [color=ForestGreen]"Some do. You would not be the first, but you would be the boldest to take up the issue here."[/color]

Ah, that was right.  Ayita.  Such a pretty name.  Bobbi watched for a bit, listened, and nodded.  [color=BA68A6]"Yes, I did talk about brains in altered states.  From what I understand something happened wherein you were affected by something like a drug.  I have a rather sordid past hun and I know all too well what drugs can do to a person.  I've been that person.  I've babysat that person.  You aren't yourself, not really.  So I just wanted to let you know someone understands what that is like.  Because not everyone does."[/color]  

Ayita's actions and the near relaxation of her task made it easier for Bobbi to approach the bed.  She did not necessarily approach Ayita.  Instead, she sat at the exact opposite end, near the head of the bed where the pillows lay.  She took one and lay it over her lap, fluffing it so she could rest her chin lazily upon it.  A blockade of sorts.  Not for herself, but for Ayita to see she was not going to move toward her without further invitation.  [color=BA68A6]"So, I guess what I am trying to say is I have absolutely no issues with it what so ever.  You know,"[/color] she said with a small laugh, [color=BA68A6]"In my younger years I was practically a feral just scraping by in the streets of many a city.  Life tends to hand us some rotten cards sometimes."[/color]  Her smile became something more gentle, calm and open.

[color=ForestGreen]"It was not a drug. The mutant Wonderland's power was a hallucinogenic ability when others touched her."[/color] Ayita stated, her tone cold as she eyed Bobbi. Not turning her back to the woman. [color=ForestGreen]"I took a mouthful of it."[/color] Tilting her head slightly, Ayita appeared to be listening to something as she studied Bobbi. [color=ForestGreen]"You can stop moving as though I will attack you. I am not the predator you should be wary of."[/color] Amused Ayita raised a brow. [color=ForestGreen]"I'm sure you were a feral. I, however, kept myself civil compared to what your human cities will turn people into."[/color] There was a pointed tone in that as though she was placating a child who thought they could fly. [color=ForestGreen]"Yes, the rumors are true in some sense. I was raised in the wilds, though not by any one beast."[/color]

She wondered how that made it any different from a drug.  Something created, something consumed, mind altered, drug.  She had not known about this Wonderland and still did not fully understand.  But what she took from it was that the girl had experienced something like her first tab.  And then came the mention of her movements and Bobbi laughed - a light and slightly embarrassed one.  [color=BA68A6]"You seem a flighty gal is all.  I apologize,"[/color] she replied softly but so as to not interrupt the girl's train of thought.

Bobbi nodded in response to her comment about cities and the wild.  The difference between herself and Bobbi.  [color=BA68A6]"Let me ask you - how differently does the hawk who hunts on the side of the highway and the one who hunts amongst the trees act?"[/color]  Her eyes were now curious, wondering what two entirely wild people thought of the biomes in which they had been brought up.  [color=BA68A6]"What smarts are used?  Tactics?  What winds do they use?"[/color]  She sat up, letting the pillow become snug against her stomach.  [color=BA68A6]"How about the raccoon when he forages for food?  I would reply that I was also raised in the wilds and not by any one beast."[/color]  Her heart pounded in her chest, wildly interested in what this girl who seemed to greatly deny herself what she was had to say.  This girl was wild and Bobbi would love to see her pride herself in that.  For there was nothing wrong with being a bit wild.

Ayita sighed. [color=ForestGreen]"I wouldn't know. I would never touch road kill. There's no knowing if you are eating tainted meat or if it could make you ill."[/color] She stated firmly. [color=ForestGreen]"As for the rest... That is too complicated to explain. Why are you asking me these things?"[/color]

[color=BA68A6]"Mmmm, to get a sense of you I think,"[/color] she replied offhandedly. [color=BA68A6] "And don't knock roadkill til you try it.  Roasted over an open flame, can be pretty nice when you haven't eaten in a week."[/color]  She leaned forward and lifted one of the many shirts.  [color=BA68A6]"Anyway, what are you looking for among all of these clothes?"[/color]

[color=Olive]"Because she enjoys them."[/color] Stated the man from the door way, looking annoyed. Richard slid into the room and Ayita shrugged as though saying 'what did you expect'. [color=Olive]"And my sister prefers her meat walking."[/color] Shrugging, Ayita leaned her forehead agianst Richard's shoulder. Not bothering to deny the fact. Raising his brow like his sister, Richard sighed. [color=Olive]"Why are you in my room? I mean, if you are looking for a interesting time..."[/color] The Adder chuckled before wincing as Ayita punched him in the gut.

Ayita found great comfort in her brother, that much was made abundantly clear in their interaction.  Further supported by shirt stealing.  However, the moment the wild child punched her brother for a... lewd (?) comment, Bobbi her to keep herself from laughing.  So, she did the next best thing she could.  [color=BA68A6]"Well,"[/color] she replied, cool as a spa cucumber. [color=BA68A6] "Theme of the day is button ups it seems."[/color]  She stood, shrugging off her leather jacket and grabbed the nearest shirt.  It happened to be of a soft, mossy green which complimented her eyes.  She pulled it over her shoulders and buttoned it up about halfway.  The general height difference between herself and Richard made the shirt rather comedic on her body.  The sleeves were far too long and the shirt came down to her leather clad knees.  She stood before the brother and sister pair, hands under a length of cloth.  She flapped them a bit as if they would allow her to fly.  [color=BA68A6]"There, what do you think?  Am I fit to go to the ball?"[/color]  She winked.

Ayita gave a snort and flicked her amber eyes towards her brother. [i][color=ForestGreen]"She is a fool. Though a honest one."[/color][/i] The younger Laine sent. Ayita's last name was always in question and with an engagement to Damon it was more so. Not that she really cared. Ayita's name was what she was called and that was the end of it as far as she cared. [color=ForestGreen]"If you want a sense of me, then take me by your own merit and not what that [i]woman[/i] says."[/color] Ayita stated softly a undertone of snarling rage in her voice.

Richard narrowed his own snake eyes at both women and muttered something that could have been 'women' or 'woe is me'. [color=Olive]"If you are looking to go to a ball, then you'd need a escort."[/color] The Adder smirked with a slight bow, ignoring the thought his sister casted his way. He was quite aware of things. [color=Olive]"And do you want me to deal with her, Sister dear? You do not deserve her slander."[/color] Ayita merely shook her head, her eyes however speaking a different story. [color=Olive]"So be it. Her irritating little friend doesn't care for me either way."[/color] Richard chuckled.

[color=ForestGreen]"You tried to be nice to him and bury the hatchet. He is too like you and ready to hold to the fact you and Mary have issues."[/color] The '[i]because of me[/i]' went unspoken, hanging in the air between them.

[color=Olive]"You are not at fault for that."[/color] The Adder hissed with surprising venom as his arm gently wrapped about his slightly shorter sister. [color=Olive]"Go North when you've healed enough to fly with some luggage, and take a break. I do hope you will consider returning."[/color] Ayita shrugged absently though Richard looked satisfied.

It seemed the siblings had a habit of just speaking to each other and falling into personal chat.  So Bobbi naturally set about looking through the clothes on the bed. She pushed the sleeves up as she sifted through the things, curious what it could be that Ayita was looking for.  After a moment there was a mention of leaving and a chance of not returning.  She raised her eyebrows and pulled out a tie from within the pile on the bed.  [color=BA68A6]"Oh?  Are you planning on leaving for good?  I just got here though.  I hope you return." [/color] She gave another, brief lopsided smile before going to dig about in the closet to see if she could find anything more interesting than what was on the bed.

[color=ForestGreen]"I have considered it."[/color] Ayita stated and walked towards the door, giving Richard a raised brow. [color=ForestGreen]"I need to talk to my mate first."[/color]

Richard sighed and shrugged. [color=Olive]"Are you done feeling up my clothes? I'd rather you do something else."[/color] Richard grinned winking as Ayita shot him an annoyed look.

Bobbi poked her head out of the closet.  [color=BA68A6]"Well, I can't be the only one dressed up to go to the ball." [/color] There was some rummaging sounds and then out she came with some sort of belt/tie/hate contraption and a blazer.  She placed the blazer over Ayita's shoulders.  [color=BA68A6]"There, a cape for the princess."[/color]  And she tugged lightly at the front of Richard's shirt to pull him down.  She placed the decorated hat on his head and said, [color=BA68A6]"A crown for the prince."[/color]  She took a few steps back to view her handiwork.  [color=BA68A6]"Very nice.  Well, for my part I would enjoy it if you returned.  Don't let someone else's opinion of you cloud that.  I know there are many people who care about you here."[/color]  She was all smiles as her attention was on Ayita.

Ayita shrugged out of the blazer giving Bobbi a look like she was trying to figure out the way the woman's mind worked. Richard however took the distraction Ayita seemed to cause the woman and scooped Bobbi up over one shoulder. [color=Olive]"Well, since you have the energy you might as well come train with me. Perhaps talk about relearning some old rusty skills."[/color] He chuckled walking out of the room. Ayita just watching them go as she shook her head.

Quite suddenly the ground was getting further away and that didn't normally happen.  Like a sack of potatoes, she was flopped over Richard's shoulder.  She squeaked out in delight.  [color=BA68A6]"Oi, just who do ya think you are, Mister Big Tough Man.  Buy a girl a drink first!" [/color] She braced her hands against his back so she could push herself up and look over her back to where they were headed.  [color=BA68A6]"I've been here like a day.  What do you mean training?"[/color]  She turned her attention to the sister.  [color=BA68A6]"Ayita, you just going to let this brute manhandle me?"[/color]  But the sight of the sister was quickly disappearing as she was taken away.  And so too were her shouts and jovial protests becoming quieter as she was kidnapped away.