(2015-09-21) In the Still of the Night
In the Still of the Night
Summary: In the bandit camp, Kayla and Piper have a hard time sleeping.
Date: 9.21.2015
Related: The Bad News, Ransom Exchange
Players:
kayla..pied-piper..

Even more hours have passed and day has turned to night. The two captives have pretty much been left alone. Though there has been numerous leers in their direction. Water was offered, but not much in the way of food, mostly because they don't have much for themselves.

At some point the two captives were moved to a sofa near the fire. They are still tied together though, so even though the sofa is softer than the ground, it still isn't comfortable.

The fire has burnt down to coals, providing a dim light in the pitch black of the hospital lobby and despite the lateness of the hour Piper has yet to fall asleep. How can see when she is surrounded by the enemy, even if most of them are asleep themselves. She hasn't said anything at all since the encounter with the leader, though there have been snatches of humming coming from the woman. Like now, she humms a soothing tune, for her own comfort mostly.

The conversation between the two women has been limited, at best, and non existent at worst. Legs and feet, arms and wrists, they all could really badly use a stretching, but having numb limbs is better than other fates that could have befallen them. When they are moved to the sofa, Kayla has a hard time not sighing in relief – her tailbone was really starting to hurt, and she can only imagine what it was like for poor Piper. She does manage to mutter a soft, “Thanks,” before settling in.

As night moves on towards the darkest hours it has to offer, she finally sighs softly. “Piper, you need to sleep – I’ll stay up, and keep watch.” Not that sleeping is going to be easy, tied together as they are, but at least they can lean back against the sofa, right?

It's mostly been worst, but at least she hasn't been crying, just stoically silent as she watches the bandits go about their routine. Which isn't all that pleasant, bordering on the barbaric at times. She is having a hard time keeping herself in check, talking could just take her into manic mode, and they don't want that. Kayla's sudden concern, or at least sudden voiced concern, she has no doubt that it was always there, has her glancing over her shoulder at the woman. "You see?" she whispers, asking something but it isn't clear exactly what that is. Realizing that it isn't helpful she tries to clarify more but just gets out one more word. "Dark?"

The conversation between the two women has been limited, at best, and non existent at worst. Legs and feet, arms and wrists, they all could really badly use a stretching, but having numb limbs is better than other fates that could have befallen them. When they are moved to the sofa, Kayla has a hard time not sighing in relief – her tailbone was really starting to hurt, and she can only imagine what it was like for poor Piper. She does manage to mutter a soft, “Thanks,” before settling in.
As night moves on towards the darkest hours it has to offer, she finally sighs softly. “Piper, you need to sleep – I’ll stay up, and keep watch.” Not that sleeping is going to be easy, tied together as they are, but at least they can lean back against the sofa, right?

“Well enough,” Kayla agrees softly, leaning her head back to try and reassuringly bump it against the other woman’s. Her fingers long ago went numb, and so squeezing Piper’s hand isn’t going to happen, as muc has she’d like to do so. She’s gotten pretty good at the ‘single word conversation so guess what I mean’ over the last few weeks with her brother and the issues she’s learning the fever left him with. “It’s not pitch black,” she points out as she looks towards the dying embers of the fire. “And I’m not tired,” she lies. She is, but she is pretty sure that Piper needs her rest more than she does. “I’ll sleep once you have gotten some, and are awake.”

Piper is limited in mobility much like the other woman so head bumping accomplished. There is a bit of gentle pulling on the ropes as she shifts slightly to look around. "Not black." she answers, "All grey." if the woman's eyes could be seen it would be noticed that the pupil has taken over the iris, leaving nothing but black. It would be creepy if it could be seen, but alas it can't. Her head shakes "Can't sleep." she says "Tried." and failed.

Kayla ohs softly, and then sighs. “Try again?” she suggests. “The baby needs rest, even if you’re too wired to think you can get much yourself.” And then she chuckles, the sound dry and sad. “And if you aren’t going to, then I will. Because you will eventually sleep, and I want to be awake then.” A beat. “Wait, grey? Are you colour blind?”

"Quinn never rests." an actual lucid sentence "She stirs." a name and a gender. Though the gender is probably just a hopeful guess, there is no way she can actually know if it's a boy or a girl. "Do." she says nodding about the other woman sleeping. The question of her vision has her quiet for a bit. She realizes she said to much so she lies
"Yes." she'll go with that, even though colorblindess in women is extremely rare.

It’s extremely rare, but Kayla isn’t sure what else Piper could possibly mean. The other woman is still a real mystery to her, though Kayla would like to get to know her better, it isn’t easy when chat-chat is almost non existent.
“Alright, I’ll try and sleep – but you wake me if you want to try and sleep again, okay?” Kayla shifts about on the sofa, as best she can, until her head can rest on the back. She lets out a heavy sigh, and tries to relax into slumber. If, and when, she falls asleep, the most she’ll get is an hour or two. And a really bad crick in her neck!

"Promise." Piper whispers a bit of sadness creeping into her stoic tone. She's been making to many of those lately. She is hoping that one day she will be able to keep one. She totally failed at the one she made to keep Kayla safe. Which is a whole other worry that she is trying not to thing about. It's not easy either.

Piper lets Kayla sleep…or feign sleeping if that is the case, at least for a couple of hours. Those had to be the longest two in her lifetime. To soon there is a gentle should nudging, it's the best she can do with them tied up. Then another nudge. Trying to gently coax the woman awake.

There isn’t any real ‘gentle awakening’. Rather, there’s a jerk as Kayla’s head snaps up, a sharp inhalation marking that instant she rips from slumber. “Huh? Oh.” She blinks her eyes several times, since she can’t rub at them, and she stifles a groan as she tries to stretch out her neck. “Everything okay?” she asks softly as she lets awareness flood through her.

Piper makes a shhhing noise. It's still dark out, but the moon is up and shining through the skylights above them. There is a shake of head "No." she says being completely honest, but she isn't talking about thier situation in this instance "Noise." she nods to the south, the most likely direction a rescue party would be coming from, "Patrol sent." she seems a bit worried about what the noise could be. Hopefully just an animal, but that's what they thought earlier and now look where they are.

Kayla goes still, ignoring the pain in her neck as she turns her head and strains to hear whatever it is Piper is hearing. She’s usually pretty good at this, but exhaustion and stress tend to make people loopy, so it is hard to say whether she will be successful or not. But she IS quiet, staring into the dim light to the south.

Besides an indistinct shout in the distance, one bandit calling to another and the sound of nocturnal animals both near and far there isn't much to be heard. "Them?" she asks, sounding hopeful that the calvary will at some point show up and get them out of here, instead of playing into the hands of the bandit leader. She's aware that Kayla doesn't know any more than she does, but she asks anyway.

“Maybe – it’d be smart to attack at night, instead of the day time, but…it could just be someone scouting, too. Getting numbers, that sort of thing – that’s what I’d do first,” Kayla perks up at the shout. She can’t understand it, of course, and it’s just as likely to be a call warning about a wild dog or some other animal, but she’s going to remain upbeat and hopeful for Piper, as well as for herself.

“They’re going to come for you. For us.” With her brother involved, she’s sure of it.

There is a nod. She knows more about tactics and fighting than she ever lets on. Anyone that has seen her in a gun fight though would realize that. "Us." She says firmly. She isn't going anywhere without the other woman with her. They are in this together. And the fact that Quinton will be involved worries her more than anything.

Kayla can’t help the faint smile at that confirmation, and it can easily be heard in her voice. “Us,” she agrees quietly. She leans her head back to lightly bump the other woman’s as she closes her eyes and continues to listen. If, and when, things prove to remain relatively quiet, she straightens her head and lets out a slow sigh. “Scout.” She surmises.

Not that Kayla can feel it but Piper once more grabs the other woman's hands and gives them a squeeze. Having a small frame does have its advantages, in this case the ropes that bind them don't cut into her wrists so deep. She presses her head against the other woman briefly "Dixie?" she guesses. The southern woman has the skills and would follow orders. Some of the others would say screw the scouting, I'm getting those women out myself. "Silencer?" she gives as another option. She knows there is one out there, well actually she knows about more than one, but she has only warned about one, she knows the other two are harmless..well harmless to those at the camp.

Nodding because she has no other options and no other suggestions herself, Kayla merely agrees. “Maybe Hero, too,” she murmurs, using the nickname she’s stuck Terry with. She closes her eyes as she speaks, and sends up a silent prayer to whatever might still be up there watching over them (if it hadn’t abandoned them months ago), and then yawns again. “I think they’re gone now. Why don’t you try a bit of sleep?” she suggests.

It doesn't take to many brains to realize who hero could be. It's a quick process of elimination. He's one of the ones she would think that would come in guns blazing and skip the whole scouting part, but he could have surprises in him. "Try." she agrees. She isn't sure how successful she will be at it, but she leans a shoulder against the back of the sofa and her head on the cushion, being a shorty also has its advantages, she doesn't have to strain her neck to do to it. After a short time her breathing becomes even, if not a little shallow, so either she is asleep, or just good at faking it.

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