Mar 05 03:23:36 105 PA

From Chronicles

Coventry Place - Kalvin's Rooms

Kalvin's apartments are fairly expensive, indicating one who draws a good pay. Quite large, they have two fullsized bedrooms with their own baths, a seperate dining room, a kitchen seperate from that along with a very large living room. Furnishings are solid, without being overboard. A hardwood table set frames the dining room and a very large television unit. A pair of black, overstuffed sofas are found in the living room also. Framing these are a pair of tables that have lamps that are in the shape of a genetic helix. Both bedrooms are quite large and orderly, but.... though the place is spotless it seems to lack a 'lived in' feeling as though the owner did not spend much time here.

Letting herself in with a quiet click of the door, hair and clothes soaking, the slight woman turns into the room and walks almost silently towards the sofa. She hesitates, glancing down at the clothes and pulling a face. There is a moment of indecision and then a slow, cruel smile slides onto her face. At that moment, she reaches for the buttons on her jeans, sliding the wet material over her hips, stepping out of them. The t-shirt goes the same way, and the woman moves to pick up the blanket, wrapping it around herself and curling on the sofa, leaving the clothes where they are.

Little does she know that he is in the other room, out of sight and waiting. He's been there for some time, paitence in his face and bearing as he has paitently awaited her coming home. And now, he hears the door opening and closing amd the swish of clothes that follows. He still stands fast, waiting paitently as he hears her on the cushions -- and then he steps out; arms crossed as he leans against the wall. "Hello, Caliopa." He says, his tone..... expectant.

Caliopa tilts her head back, curled up in the blanket, her hair dripping on the sofa cushions. "Kalvin..." She is shivering a little, giving him a questioning look. "I needed some air... its sleeting out there." She tries to chuckle and sneezes instead, clutching at the blanket as it slides down one shoulder.

Kalvin is still giving Caliopa a long sort of look. "What do you mean, some air?" He asks. His face is still expectant, and clearly, 'it' has some work cut out for it. "Most people with any common sense wouldn't have gone out in that. Furthermore, without your jacket....FURTHERMORE....." He says, quietly; lowering his voice. "Without turning off a security system in plain sight that Caliopa, at least as I know her, would have known better. So, who are you? I'm not trying to be accusatory, I well understand multiple personality disorder.... but, who are you? Been hiding in there long?'

Caliopa hesitates, going still, the rabbit in headlights expression there for a split second. "You ain't gonna take it likely that I'm tired and could just overlook something of that sort?" Her voice is soft, and she lowers her lashes over her eyes, watching him through them, warily. "Sometimes things like that do happen." She rises, the blanket coming with her, held in front of her chest, sliding from one shoulder, and pads around the sofa, leaving it between them.

Kalvin hesitates as well for a moment, looking thoughtful. He then seems to have an idea. Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a very complicated looking tool for repairing cybernetics and electronic devices. He tosses it to the chair in front of 'Caliopa' as he nods towards it. "Tell me what that is." He says, expectantly. "You should know off the top of your head." Unfortunatly, he seems to be immune to the sliding blanket. At least, thus far..

Caliopa catches the tool, her eyes flickering down at it, a look of sheer rage passing over the beautiful features. "I can't." She speaks flatly, straightening, seeing pretence is over. She throws it back, turning away, the blanket trailing behind her. "It ain't fair." She speaks softly, "She gets most of the time, and I have to fight for a minute, here or there...She even gets to meet interesting people..." She turns, giving him a look so full of sadness and sorrow.

Kalvin does not look triumphant, strangely enough. He just nods. "It has to be difficult, I'm sure. Especially since you have me and other people trying to make you go away." It does seem though, that sadness and sorrow is working on him. Perhaps he is just naturally caring, it is really most difficult to tell. "If you hadn't have decieved anyone, maybe something else could have been done. But seriously, why go out into the rain like that without a jacket? Are you trying to get sick?"

Caliopa watches him, caution in her eyes for a moment before she moves forward, shivering a little and shaking her head. "I just needed to get out, everyone calling me Cali and being so concerned for her..." She uses her fingertips to brush across her eyes, "And none of you knowing even about me, not caring... just trying to drug her so I don't exist..." The tears are flowing now, pouring down her cheeks as she stops just an arm's width away. "Cali... so sweet, so perfect, with her elf. I would hurt him if I could." There is bitterness there.

Kalvin steps back from her a little bit; unconsciously and thereby keeping out of hand to hand range with her. "Slow down, talk to me. I don't hate you as you can see, I'm just looking to figure things out. Sit down, please. You're freezing yourself, and by the look of you, you need more clothes and another blanket." He's not going to go down completely easily, however. "With her elf? I didn't know she had an elf. What is his name? Besides, why would you hurt him? What did he do to you?'

Caliopa moves to sit on the sofa, curling the blanket around her. Her face shows vulnerabilities as she talks, the eyes shining with the tears that fall down her cheeks, and sadness curves her mouth downwards. "Atticus. He adores her. He doesn't know I exist..." She shakes her head, the angry tone leaving her, "Don't make me go back...I don't want to go, I want to live..." She looks up, bright eyes pleading.

Kalvin hesitates for a moment. He's clearly unsure of what to do and it is visible in his face. He has human emotions at the very best. "Now that I know that you are there, it wouldn't exactly be right for me to make you go away, would it? We'll have to work out something. Do you have a name? Something that I can identify you by?" He's leaning forward now, both arms resting against the back of a chair. "Is there anything that I can do for you to help you calm yourself?"

Caliopa bends her head, her voice breaking on a sob, as she speaks, "I don't even have a name... I never got out before, it was always Cali this, Cali that, with her machines... and me, inside." She covers her face, her shoulders shaking slightly. The plait slides over the bare shoulder, falling into her lap. "Not even a name..."

Really, the experience is a little bit surreal for him. But he's dealing with it as best a doctor can; crossing to sit in a chair that faces the sofa she is upon. "Did you ever think about giving yourself a name?" He offers. "Rather than the deception? I would be happy to think of one for you if you wished." He's silent again, giing a little bit of a frown. "How long do you have memories of watching?"

Caliopa continues to cry, pitifully, her shoulders shaking as she does so. She rises slowly from the sofa, moving to put her back to him, her blanket revealing the pale skin of her bare back. "No name, you get your name from others..." The tears continue, as she covers her face for a moment, with both hands. "Forever..."

Kalvin sits in his chair; regarding her as he sort of decides how to go about this. "Forever?" He asks. Forever is a long time. He rises, turning to attempt to hug her from behind. "We will sort something out. I will not ask you to go away, but, you two will have to learn to divide your time between she and you. Do you want a name, then?"

Caliopa turns in his arms, burying her face in his chest, sobbing as if her heart would break. Her hands touch his chest, slide around to hold him for a moment, the crying continuing.

Suddenly, she breaks the embrace, stepping back, the blanket falling to the ground. Her face is wet with the tears but the expressions of a moment ago are gone entirely, leaving the normally warm brown eyes like two dark stones in a pale face. In her hands, his energy pistol is pointed at his chest as she takes two steady steps back, her eyes narrowed. "My my, you sure are easier to feed a sob story to than seduce." She tilts her head slightly, "Is it as Cali thinks, you can't without an attachment of some kind? She is real curious about you, you know." The pistol lifts slightly, aimed directly at his heart, totally steady.

The strange thing, is that Kalvin doesn't react with any fear. Nor is he apparently shocked by her sudden either nudity or quasi-nudity. "Caliopa." He says, calmly. "Or whomever you are. I'm going to be very frank with you." His voice is calm, even, and well modulted as before. "That is none of your business. She can ask me herself. Now.....If you are going to shoot me, pull the trigger now, and be done with it." He either underestimates her, or is very bold. He simply reaches out then, meaning to snatch the pistol from her. Or try at least.

Caliopa tilts her head slightly, an odd smile on her lips. "She is very fond of you." She comments as she pulls the trigger, steadily shooting into his chest, her expression almost entirely blank apart from the slight, pleased smile.

As she shoots, she moves forward, until all six shots are fire in his chest. She lowers the pistol then, looking at her handiwork with a considering look.

In mid-slap, the good doctor is caught directly in the center of his mass and lurches him back a step. His expensive clothes begin to smoulder, and metallic blue 'skin' visibly chars. His hand over the wound, he rounds on her with an expression that suggests he means business. The next five shots though, catch him one through the belly, a couple more through the upper chest. Smouldering visibly, with visible craters in his torso he half collapses back into the chair; mostly still.

Caliopa hesitates for a moment only before bending and reaching for the clip on his belt. She unloads the other clip with professional ease, slamming the new one into place. "It is a shame little Cali will never know the answers to her questions." Her tone is emotionless, "But I'm sure I can teach that elf a thing or two before someone forces me out..." She smiles, as she aims the pistol at his chest again, her hands totally steady. "Now, the brakes for the dear doctor Kelley, who Cali so looks up to, or a nice surprise for the elf...perhaps something to stop them doing what they both want oh sooo badly." She talks as she fires. Once. Twice. Three times, four, five, six... into his chest. As the clip clicks empty, she lowers it, tilting her head slightly, staring at him with a complete lack of emotion. That little cold smile on her lips.

Perhaps he's stunned. Perhaps he's playing dead. Perhaps she hit something critical. Regardless though, the good doctor is slumped forward in his chair; sparking slightly from a couple of severed power leads. He doesn't move an inch as six more shots impact, and by the time she is done she can see the smouldering remains of the chair behind him through a small hole that has been burned completely through his torso. He still moves slightly, but, that is just in time with some sparks from deep inside of his torso. The crimson light of his eyes is completely gone; little slivers of silver-blue metal twinkling away throughout the room.

There is a moment of hesitation before that pleased little smile widens and then the woman sags, grabbing for the sofa. Those brown eyes fill with essence of Caliopa, the confusion rising in her face turning to terror at the sight before her. "Oh god...oh god..." She looks down, staring at the pistol in her hands, hurling it across the room hard, instinctively. For a moment, she stares at her hands, expectantly as if they might be red with blood.

She backs away, looking down at herself, at the body lying there, her hands rising to cover her mouth, holding back a scream. The colour of her face is testimony to the absolute shock in her wide eyes, the rapid shaking of her head an echo to that testimony. "Oh god Kalvin...oh god what did I do..." She turns, grabbing the soaking t-shirt and pulling it on, struggling to make the wet material fall. The face that emerges is tear streaked, genuine tears for him, as she talks rapidly, her voice high pitched, hysterical, "I'll get help.. oh god, I'll get Atticus, he can heal..." She is pulling on the jeans, the material clinging to the skin it covers. The boots are ignored, left on the floor, her feet bare. Turning she runs out the door, leaving the alarm system calling, the door wide open, the gun on the floor by the far wall, and Kalvin lying there.