The roof, Friday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had had about enough of the snow and was hanging out on the roof instead wearing a cotton poncho from home.

Guess what she was doing. No, seriously, guess.

Here's a hit. She had her guitar. . . .

There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There's a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing

She continued to pluck the rhythm of the song on the guitar as she stared out over the town.

[ooc: open to others fleeing the snow. Hopefully I'll be fleeing work, soon. . . .]

Comments

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"He certainly has quite a few opinions about British cooking for someone who sounds straight out of England's north."

He kicked his feet against the wall and looked down. He could jump. It would be chancy, but he could do it.

"Seras wants to talk to him, too."

[nadiathesaint]

"He's a little bit creepy, sometimes, but he does seem to know what he's talking about." Nadia followed his gaze. "Have you practiced enough with the wires, lately?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"He's not creepy, just a bit odd." Of course, Walter's view of creepy might be more than a bit screwed up.

"I've only had a lens for this eye since earlier this week. I tore up a fair piece of the junkyard a couple of days ago and I'm back to using them regularly. I could jump. It's easier than jumping out of a plane, if not quite as fun."

[nadiathesaint]

"If you think you can do it, it'd be good practice, I guess."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Now he didn't really have a choice. Hm... snow. Dark. Out of practice.

Or backing down after Nadia said "if you think you can do it."

"Right. I can use some fun." He stood up to brush out his trousers and step to the edge. He could do it, hopefully he wouldn't cut pieces of the building off, or he might have some 'splainin' to do to the Dean.

[nadiathesaint]

The more he practiced jumping off buildings, the sooner he could take her with him.

Selfish?

Okay, maybe a little.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Okay, nothing from her telling him not to. Walter grinned. He'd done this many times before, and it was no airplane. He jumped, and if his wire work wasn't quite as fluid as other occasions, he still made it the ground without tearing pieces off the building or hurting himself.

He rolled his shoulders and started back up. Exercise was exercise, and his job took place after dark most of the time anyway.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia watched the whole thing from the top of the building, her heart in her throat as she wondered if she'd overestimated him.

Of course, she hadn't. She waited patiently as he climbed back up, smoking in silence, her guitar set to the side.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter hoisted himself back over the side and sat down next to her, pulling out another cigarette once he was settled.

"Tell me something good, Nadia. In the past year, you had something good happen. Tell me one good thing."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had to think about that. Everything she'd thought was good had turned into a lie when she found out about Roberto. Well, almost everything.

"My group of friends. From the street. My gang. We found them a place to live, Cesar and I. We used some of the money from our training and we bought them a place and now they don't have to find somewhere every night. They can relax and be safe at night so they can start to fix themselves during the day."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter smiled. "That's one very good thing." He bumped his shoulder gently against hers. "It was really why you went home. I know you wanted to help your friends, and you did."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "Jose still hates me. But he was always a cutre"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"He'd have to be to hate you, and he should damn well appreciate what you sacrificed for him and the others."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "He tried to lead the group when I left. He wasn't ready for it, and he doesn't want to blame himself so he blames me."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter scowled. "It's a right asshole who blames others for his failures."

[nadiathesaint]

"He hasn't exactly had an easy time of it."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It's a tough old world, isn't it? Look at us. I don't see either of us blaming anyone else when we get something wrong. Why should he get to use the excuse of 'having a hard time of it?'"

[nadiathesaint]

"As I recall, you're always telling me to stop blaming myself. I'm not saying he's right, Walter, just that I can understand his point of view."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "You blame yourself for things that you had nothing to do with." He looked over and grimaced. "Unless you've learned to stop doing that."

[nadiathesaint]

"I've got enough things that I do have something to do with to focus on, now."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

This sucked. He wasn't any help at all, when all he did was hassle her and make her think about this shit more.

"I'm not being good company at all. You need someone like Pippi."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "I think I have to think about it, some. Maybe put it into perspective. Sure, I killed a man. But he might have deserved it."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had killed more than one man and remained completely convinced that each one of them had deserved it.

But he'd also not had a relationship with any of them.

But he'd told Seras that he would help her with a gun that would use bullets Arthur had sent - bullets that would possibly kill Alucard someday.

Did that just confirm Nadia's opinion of the definition of "love?"

"From what you have told me, I would say that he did," he finally said, turning from his ruminations to address her comment.

[nadiathesaint]

"Alfred seemed to think so, too. Though five shots might have been overkill. I just keep thinking of how he looked at me, just before I did it. Like he couldn't understand what was happening."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Overkill? Given his own method of killing things?

"He underestimated you, then. Anyone who is lying that deeply and with that sort of goal shouldn't be surprised when the tool turns in his hand."

More thoughts of his own life, but he pushed them aside to focus on Nadia.