Jan 08 13:39:30 106 PA

From Chronicles

Kid is here quietly, having made her way in a little while before, taking a simple rum and coke with her to a table with no one else nearby. And she's been waiting, sure that it won't be long before Aimee makes an appearance, despite the few hours left until prime time arrives. 1:30 PM is modest when it comes to business. As she waits, she'll be locked in thought, barely perceptive of any subtle stimuli around her.

Aimee's appearance is swift, her manner all business with the staff who enter the club with her. The smile appears as she moves through the few lunchtime crowd, but fades at the sight of Kid. She approaches with an arched eyebrow, questioningly. "Mon ami, I thought perhaps you were going to stay hidden forever. Is it private? Perhaps the office?" She glances at a member of staff and coffee appears on a tray, heading towards the private office.

Kid looks up at the arrival of Aimee and her direct questioning. Taking a moment to reconnect with the present before she grins faintly. "Yeah.. private," she agrees. She glances at her barely touched glass, then lifts it to take a healthy pull before setting it aside, forgotten. "We gotta talk," she confirms after her rise. But that's as far as she seems willing to go at the moment.

Aimee leads the way, nodding to the staff member as they slip out, clearly trained in this. She settles herself on the seat behind the desk, reaching for the coffee to pour her own, adding cream. She glances questioningly at Kid, arching an eyebrow. "So. I think, me, you are not returning to work."

"No.." Said as she moves up to the nearest of the chairs, dropping into it casually. Despite the recent past, there is a sense of calm about the young woman. Focus that wasn't there the last time she visited. "In fact, Kid is leaving Kingsdale." She grins faintly as if the concept were funny. She fixes her attention on Aimee and adds, "A lot is going to change soon and I want you to know cause out of all the people in this place, you're one of my real friends. People that care about me.. and not just what I can do for you."

Aimee doesn't leap to conclusions, watching Kid with an experienced, cynical eye. "Kid is, heh? You phrase that oddly, mon ami." She doesn't respond to the comment about being a friend, leaving it be for the moment. "And this, it amuses you. What are you up to?" She lifts her cup, sipping the coffee slowly, watching Kid over the brim of the cup.

Kid takes a moment to compose her thoughts before she continues. "I'm doing what should be done. What should have been done a long time ago. You know a bit about how things have been for me. And I'm tired of it.. I'm tired of who I am.. everything about it." Said with a simple, quite fervor. "I want to be free of it all and I have the way. Soon, Kid is going to leave Kingsdale. And Vixen is going to arrive after." She grins, the idea bringing a soft sense of pleasure to the young woman. "The sort of person I've always wanted to be.. someone who isn't weighed down by a lifetime of shit." Not that her lifetime has been so long yet.

Aimee watches, her face giving nothing of her thoughts away as she sips the coffee. Long after Kid has stopped talking she watches her in silence. Then she puts the cup down, leaning forward onto the desk. "Mon ami, clearly you are not telling me this for fun. What do you need? Papers?" The offer is made as Aimee's green eyes watch Kid closely, "Vixen, is it?" Somehow, this amuses her. "You will need citizen papers, birth certificate, perhaps school papers." Her forehead wrinkles as she rises from the seat, taking her safe key with her as she moves to a hidden safe.

Kid lets Aimee consider, quiet and comfortable with the quiet. "I don't know what I might need now," she admits, shifting forward to stand and move up to the desk. "But I ain't just here to tell you so you can do stuff for me.. you're my friend, I know if I come asking, you'll do what you can. Just like I'd do for you. I want you to know what's going on. Like with Cali and Kess, cause you guys deserve to know the truth." She smirks a little and adds, "I'm even cutting my hair, girl.. that should let you know how serious this is, in case you were wondering."

Aimee pauses by the safe, half turning to give Kid a thoughtful look. "And so, there are three that know? May I tell mon chat or no?" There is no weight to the question, no demand to do so. "I will need photographs of you, and your thumb print, I think." Her mind is moving forward, planning out Ki...Vixen's needs. "And what will Vixen do for a living, mon petite?" She opens the safe, gathering some supplies for the job ahead, her mind moving fast.

"Don't tell him," Kid states. "The less that know the better. Keeping Cali in line is the hard part." She grins then and leans against the edge of the desk a little. "I'm thinking I'm gunna make preparations here.. then ride out on my bike.. go to a settlement nearby and hop the next caravan back to town. Do my final changes out there.. and come back like that. Then I can get citizenship from scratch." She pauses, then says, "She runs a pirate radio station.. don't suppose that's a real job, but I think I can make money off it."

"Will she cope?" The cynicism is obvious, Caliopa's reputation for her inability to lie well and truly established. "I will not tell mon chat, but I think, me, that Kesslan may find it odd that we keep a secret he does not know." She settles at the desk, spreading out papers. "You will need a birth certificate to get that, and perhaps some other ID..." She flicks through the papers, frowning until she finds the right ones. "This I can make you quickly."

"I'll work with her," Kid states, her confidence remaining. "I'll handle Kess to. He's all honorable, I'll just work that angle." She peers down at the papers quietly as Aimee works over them. "Yeah.. that should do it." A pause. "I guess maybe I should decide where I'll be from.." She pauses and frowns. "I don't want it to be no place that's common.. last thing I need to do is run into someone that knows the place and I don't. The simpler it can be the better. Maybe she can be from here.. and be coming back. I can work that angle good I think. Left early, just coming back now after a few years out and around."

Swiftly but carefully, a birth certificate for Vixen begins to take shape. "Perhaps Kingsdale is best. Your accent, it would be hard to remove the taint of this city from it..." A certain amount of teasing is in her voice. "And parents? Does Vixen has parents, mon ami?" The writing appears older than the few minutes it has had to dry, the ink used deliberately aging it.

"Dead. Lots of orphans in the Dregs." The detail drawn up without much need for thought. It distracting her briefly for a moment before she shrugs her shoulders slightly, as if to roll it away. "No family. She was.." A pause and a few moments thought before she says, "..she ran off with a caravan." She grins lightly as she crafts a life on the spot. "No ties, nothing to weigh her down. That's exactly what she's like." As if this person were not a new concept for Kid.

"Dead. Very well." With a note, Aimee writes off Vixen's parents as unknown, the child reared in the dregs. "There." She puts the paper forward, on the desk between them, her satisfaction with her work obvious. "And when you need others, you tell me." There is no mention of payment, or debts owed, the green eyes watching Kid with a direct look. "And mon ami, if you need anything else..."

Kid takes up the paper, looking it over for a few moments before she leys it aside for the moment, letting it sit without being molested to make sure the ink sets well. "I really dunno yet.. in a way that's good, though. Cause coming here.. she wouldn't have a firm plan in place, would she?" Another grin before she adds, "I'm gunna be getting rid of a lot of stuff.. moving.. gotta repaint my bike.. and adjust it a little maybe. Repaint my armor too. Get some new clothes. Just like Vixen's." She takes a step back and wonders, "You think I can pull off redhead?" Her grin casual.

"Can your friend perhaps help with the bike?" Aimee's mind is ticking over Kid's plan, inspecting it for faults. "A new place to live, new places to go, mon ami. And oui, your temper, it is red." She shrugs, rising, taking a care of her things as she places them back out of site, well hidden in the safe. "There are so many things to think of. A place to live? How to set up your station?"

"I'll have to color it after I go out.. I can do my hair just before and wear armor so no one sees it," Kid clarifies. "But I can paint up my own stuff. Just have to pick up some paints when I'm out there and do it. After Cali can finish it up if I didn't do it proper." She pauses and considers a few moments. "I dunno where I'm gunna live.. but that's not something I gotta worry about right now. She wouldn't know where she's gunna leave just getting here. Though I'm getting a sense of what I'm gunna need for the station. Maybe if I start making video, I can sell the discs here. And a few other places." Random ideas tossed out as they're considered.

Aimee settles in the chair once more, leaning back, giving Kid a long thoughtful look. "Once you do this, there is no going back. Is this all because of Riley?" The bluntness of the question is not softened, Aimee's eyes watching Kid's reaction closely. "Oui, we would sell your discs, but mon ami, if you are associated with us, perhaps it is not so wise. It is well known that you are my friend." She picks up a pen, tapping it lightly against the desk.

"It ain't just her, no," Kid murmurs, her mood impacted by the bringing up of that bit. "She was just.. the latest thing. Kid is cursed, girl. I can't be her no more. Cause I'll never be anything but miserable cause nothing Kid ever does will be anything good." Not a flicker of uncertainty in referring to herself in the third person. "So I gotta let go of it.. all of it. Forever." A shrug . "Not like anyone will miss her." She snorts faintly and ads, "Most will probably be happy she's gone. I know I will be." Her shoulders roll and she goes on, "When I come back, I ain't going to be acting like Kid no more. So it'll be like we just met when we meet up, you and me. I don't' think Vixen will have no problems being friends with you, so it'll just be natural, you know? Bet you got lots of friends, don't you?"

"I might miss her." Aimee comments mildly before she leans forward, pouring herself more coffee from the pot, adding cream. "My friends?" Aimee gives this consideration, for once serious. She is silent for a moment. "Non, I have mon chat, and mon minet, and perhaps Sebastien but he is not to be relied on. And I have you." She shrugs lightly, as if the loss of Kid was no great one for her. "Ce la vie."!

Kid grins and shakes her head, picking up the paper again, looking it over with her newly trained eye. She seems satisfied with it, starting to idly fold and refold the paper into quarters as she speaks. More aging for the document. "Vixen will be better. She's a bit like you.. and a bit like Cali. Happy.. fun and confident." She can't help the soft wistful air that comes over her considering this other persons he will become.

Aimee shrugs lightly, placing her keys carefully in their hiding place, her face set in the slight amused smile, her own emotions well hidden. "Well. We will see. Perhaps I might not like her as much as I like my prickly, angry Kid." She sips her coffee, leaving the topic alone now, letting Kid have her way without argument.

Kid shrugs her shoulders faintly. "Maybe.. but I can't be this no more. I'm tired.. and I just can't keep walking a road that just keeps digging deeper and deeper into the dirt. Cause that's all I see for Kid. Cause that's all that ever happens. Makes me wonder.. when might something happen to Cali.. or you or Kess." She shakes her head slightly. "It just feels like only a mater of time to me now."

"As you wish, ma petite." She curls her fingers around the coffee cup, watching Kid thoughtfully. "What makes you think something will happen to one of us? Do you think we cannot look after ourselves?" She arches both eyebrows, questioningly, curious. "I see you walking away, but I think, me, that we are not at risk here."

"Because that's what always happens to Kid," said young woman states with complete certainty. "People I get close to.. they either die or they abandon me. I know people die a lot, but.. just looking back I can't think of no one I really cared about that hasn't done one of the two." She shakes her head slightly. "I know you ain't.. and Kess and Cali. Not yet."

"And so, you abandon Kid. Ce la vie, ma petite." She shrugs the topic off, letting Kid have her choice without argument. "The new DJ, he is not as good as you, but perhaps he will not run off and become another woman, non?" A flicker of amusement as she finishes her coffee, aware of the time passing and the work pressing.

Kid smirks faintly and shrugs her shoulders a little. "Can't always have the best. But people learn." She pauses then a stray thought coming to her. "When I come back.. Vixen is gunna ask you to teach her to dance.. cause she dances." She considers a moment before adding, "I'm sure we can work out some sort of trade for it.. not like we're gunna be this close.. at first, anyway."

"Dance is it? Oui, I shall perhaps offer her a job at the bar or something..." Amusement and humour in her eyes as she finishes her coffee, pushing the tray to one side. "Dancing lessons, perhaps I shall do a class." She shrugs lightly, discounting the importance of her skill.

"Maybe she can advertise for you," Kid offers grinning casually. "Video coverage. I was.. before there was this sweet system I had my eye on. Ties into the cyber." She taps the right side of her head lightly. "Who needs a camera? The ultimate in discreet audio and video."

Aimee chuckles as she rises, glancing at the clock. "Oui, perhaps." She realises she has to get to work, and sighs as she turns towards the door. "When do you do this?" She gathers some paperwork, aiming to take it into the bar, to work there. "So we can perhaps plan."

"Not sure yet.." She pauses, considering. "I need to get everything lined up.. and I wanted to help Sage with that.. thing she was doing. She ain't like you or Cali.. but I guess she's ok and I said I'd help her." She shrugs. "Though I guess eh won't have to worry about her end of stuff." She seems to get the general hint, turning to move casually nearer the door. Though not leaving just yet. "Soon. A few weeks maybe.. so I can make sure I got everything lined up. When I got a sure date, I'll let you know."

"The thing? I know nothing of this..." Aimee dismisses it lightly with a shrug. "You let me know, Kid, and perhaps we can help a little." She opens the door, glancing out at the club, "I have to work, mon ami. The club, it does not run itself."

Kid pauses beside Aimee and considers her for a moment before leaning in to lightly press a brief kiss into her cheek. "Thanks, girl. If I need anything, I'll let you know." She pauses and then murmurs, "You can have some of my old clothes if you want.. might not all fit, but it can be tailored. Some of it is real nice. Would be a shame to get rid of it all, you know?"

Aimee laughs, returning the kiss, planting one kiss on each cheek, her expression affectionate. "I think, me, that would be lovely..." She hugs the files to her chest, turning towards her usual perch beside the bar. "Perhaps we can work out a trade, non?"

"Maybe.. maybe. See you later, Aimee," Kid replies before she steps out. A flick of her eyes take in the subtle increase in the patrons before she starts on her way out, the new doc secreted into a small pocket inside her jacket. Tags: aimee, kid