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Honesty Bennett
A journalist in the employ of Castle Corp.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SunshineDreamer
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So begins...
Honesty Bennett's Story
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The cry for assistance was cut off mid-way with a yelp of surprise at the effect Raff grasping onto her ankles had on Honesty's forward momentum; namely, she damn near headbutted the pavement, with only her bent arms as a shield. Stunned, she attempted to push up from the concrete immediately, kicking backwards at Raffaello blindly in a manner that suggested she was not going to give up without a damn good fight.
“Leave me alone,” she hissed, palms flat against the pavement as Honesty tried to force herself out of the vampire's grip with all the strength she possessed.
“Leave me alone,” she hissed, palms flat against the pavement as Honesty tried to force herself out of the vampire's grip with all the strength she possessed.
The response received from the half-held, half-free woman lying almost flat against the pavement was a sharp jerk of a hand into his chest, trying to push him away in a bid to free herself again. “There, I didn't sodding kick you!” Honesty snapped back, hardly caring that the vampire didn't want to kill her. Hardly believing either, for a matter of fact and now that it had been made clear that he required her to stay still, the woman was refusing to do anything but, with her eyes firmly shut.
Legs were kicking out underneath him, trying to buck him off of her blindly. Now was not the time to be mouthing off and Honesty pressed her lips together to stop herself getting herself killed through sharp wit, rather than attempted violence.
Legs were kicking out underneath him, trying to buck him off of her blindly. Now was not the time to be mouthing off and Honesty pressed her lips together to stop herself getting herself killed through sharp wit, rather than attempted violence.
“No!” Unsurprisingly, the young woman was not going to be obliging, trying to wriggle upwards away from Raffaello, not quite sure yet how she was going to get out of this unbitten and alive, but Honesty was determined to achieve both. “Bloody hell, no! I'm not making this easy for you!”
I wish I'd just let him get shot.
It was with another bout of kicking that Honesty fought for freedom, trying to turn away from Raffaello again and opening her eyes to the bright lights of the street and surprisingly few – and uncaring, she noted with despair – people walking on the other side of the road.
I wish I'd just let him get shot.
It was with another bout of kicking that Honesty fought for freedom, trying to turn away from Raffaello again and opening her eyes to the bright lights of the street and surprisingly few – and uncaring, she noted with despair – people walking on the other side of the road.
Reeling from her unexpected success, Honesty decided not to wait until Raffaello had recovered enough to give restraining her another go, finding her feet shakily and starting to run again, this time away from the side alley. Almost wishing that she had bumped into Uriel Thorn again rather than this less than gracious example of the intelligent undead, she set herself a rapid pace, hoping to keep her lead for long enough to get somewhere populated.
Honesty did not bother risking a glance back as the footsteps that indicated chase resumed, skirting around a corner into a street that she did not recognise the name of, but knew that some students that shared classes with her lived nearby. Of course, it had been their books that had been tossed unceremoniously towards Raffaello in the bar earlier, but she figured they'd understand when she turned up at their door being chased by what appeared to be a madman with odd looking hands. Sympathy levels would almost certainly increase when she explained that said man had been trying to turn her into dinner.
They would have mobile phones and damn it, she had left hers behind and had no way to call Gerald until she risked using a phone box or got hold of a landline. Thus, she kept going at a steady pace, the house in question looming just within sight now.
They would have mobile phones and damn it, she had left hers behind and had no way to call Gerald until she risked using a phone box or got hold of a landline. Thus, she kept going at a steady pace, the house in question looming just within sight now.
Thoroughly focused on her objective that was within her sights, Honesty failed to realise that Raffaello had managed to close the small distance between them until the moment that his hand closed around her upper right arm. Forwards momentum collided with the abrupt, firm grip of the vampire and she half-stumbled before entirely losing her footing and hitting the pavement hard on her left side, gasping at the lance of pain.
“Piss off.” The curse came out choked as pain collided with the good sense to get up and keep running, but Honesty was seeing stars right now, raising her free left hand to grasp at the side of her head, eyes bleary.
“Piss off.” The curse came out choked as pain collided with the good sense to get up and keep running, but Honesty was seeing stars right now, raising her free left hand to grasp at the side of her head, eyes bleary.
Wincing as she was forced onto her back, Honesty cried out, closing her eyes in the hope that shutting down one sense would deaden the pain somewhat. Of course, this had the opposite effect and when Raffaello was clasping at her wrist, the young woman was weakly trying to tug it away from him, shaking her head despite the agony it caused her to do so.
“Nuh-uh.” It was a quiet sound, coming as Honesty failed miserably to try and escape, between the dual factors of pain (she was pretty sure there would be bruising) and the weight of a person atop her. “Not going to make this easy for you.”
“Nuh-uh.” It was a quiet sound, coming as Honesty failed miserably to try and escape, between the dual factors of pain (she was pretty sure there would be bruising) and the weight of a person atop her. “Not going to make this easy for you.”
Stay still? That sounded like the best idea in the world right now, head spinning and pain jolting through her left-hand side at every attempted jerk away against solid pavement. Nowhere to run, Honesty thought hopelessly, trying to dig her nails into whatever she could reach of Raffaello, stiffening as wetness was felt against the skin of her arm, eyes snapping open to focus on him in unabashed shock.
What the hell? “Don't,” she asked softly, wincing. God, she sounded pathetic.
What the hell? “Don't,” she asked softly, wincing. God, she sounded pathetic.
He had bitten her, of that Honesty was quite certain, seeing as she was witnessing it with her own two wide, fearful eyes. Yet she was feeling nothing, not discomfort nor pain. More than a little panicked but worried at what might happen if she attempted to flinch away from him right now, she stayed still, watching with morbid fascination and praying that it would be over soon.
“Nothing like the films,” she murmured idly, giving up struggling altogether by this point, quite confused.
“Nothing like the films,” she murmured idly, giving up struggling altogether by this point, quite confused.
“I...” Honesty stared up at him, raising a now free hand to press against the left-hand side of her head before letting it fall back on the concrete with a dull thud. There was still that irritating (and decidedly creepy) wetness to her arm but she paid it no mind in lieu of the dizzy feeling that was currently keeping her from finding her footing again.
He didn't kill her at least. Good as his word. Honesty chuckled absently, moving to shield her eyes with the back of her hand. “If you'd just get lost, that'd be grand. Thanks.” She didn't really want him lingering over her like a misplaced shadow whilst resting from the adrenaline fuelled chase and the terror that had come from assuming a vampire trying to eat her meant that she was very, very screwed.
He didn't kill her at least. Good as his word. Honesty chuckled absently, moving to shield her eyes with the back of her hand. “If you'd just get lost, that'd be grand. Thanks.” She didn't really want him lingering over her like a misplaced shadow whilst resting from the adrenaline fuelled chase and the terror that had come from assuming a vampire trying to eat her meant that she was very, very screwed.
Not quite what she had meant, blue eyes trailing to where Raffaello currently sat perched, but better than him standing there. At least she could look away and pretend he didn't exist when not in immediate eyesight. Using her right arm to prop herself into a sitting position, Honesty groaned, wondering why vampires bothered going through all that trouble for feeding on the fly. Truly, no vampire had ever made such a monumental cock-up of a chase in anything she'd seen in popular representation. Then again, they were all creepy, sneaky, sarky bastards.
“Should've stayed in the bar.” Shifting to a low crouch and flinching at the pain, Honesty managed to stand after a few long minutes, fatigued beyond belief. It now seemed like she'd be crashing at her friend's place now, if she even made it there.
“Should've stayed in the bar.” Shifting to a low crouch and flinching at the pain, Honesty managed to stand after a few long minutes, fatigued beyond belief. It now seemed like she'd be crashing at her friend's place now, if she even made it there.
You got what you wanted, now piss off, alright? Honesty could not be bothered to summon volume enough to actually voice her phrase, but it made her feel better for at least thinking it, glancing down the street towards the house, which was about a short five minute walk. Easy, she told herself, taking a step forward and clutching at her side painfully, going very still.
It was with a frown that she realised that she wasn't getting very far and resumed sitting down again. Stupid vampire, stupid bar, stupid day. Concussion briefly occurred to Honesty, feeling a lump rise at the side of her head with a wince, feeling and looking a little put-out.
“At least you could have had the courtesy to leave me able to walk,” she said aloud to herself, though Honesty was obviously not the party being addressed.
It was with a frown that she realised that she wasn't getting very far and resumed sitting down again. Stupid vampire, stupid bar, stupid day. Concussion briefly occurred to Honesty, feeling a lump rise at the side of her head with a wince, feeling and looking a little put-out.
“At least you could have had the courtesy to leave me able to walk,” she said aloud to herself, though Honesty was obviously not the party being addressed.
“What on earth?” A man's voice came from the house just beside where Honesty had been perched on the pavement, head flickering up a little too fast, making her dizzy all over again as a blurred image of someone opened a door and stepped out into the night. “Hey, are you alright... that bin's on fire! Jennifer, call the fire brigade... and an ambulance. There's a girl out here.”
All the while, Honesty had turned her head (slowly) back around to look at where Raffaello had been perched, wondering what had just happened. Confusion she did not like; not one bit.
All the while, Honesty had turned her head (slowly) back around to look at where Raffaello had been perched, wondering what had just happened. Confusion she did not like; not one bit.
The setting changes from Side Alley to Gambit's Bar
The clatter of plastic against the smooth floor of the bar jolted Honesty, even nestled as she was in the furthest corner of Gambit's, peering over the tall cover of the book she was reading surreptitiously to see if she could figure out what, in the name of God, was going on.
It seemed (and made Honesty wonder why she kept coming back here) that a stranger had decided to somehow blast one of the consoles, with an umbrella no less, and it had fallen to the floor. Nothing too bad. Normal for this place, really. “As if you can call this city normal,” she muttered to herself with a half-smile before returning to her textbook, albeit only halfheartedly reading now that there was commotion to be distracted by.
It seemed (and made Honesty wonder why she kept coming back here) that a stranger had decided to somehow blast one of the consoles, with an umbrella no less, and it had fallen to the floor. Nothing too bad. Normal for this place, really. “As if you can call this city normal,” she muttered to herself with a half-smile before returning to her textbook, albeit only halfheartedly reading now that there was commotion to be distracted by.
Stranger things have happened, she told herself, idly reaching up a hand to rub at the place on her arm that had been, as far as she was concerned, violated. There was no mark and never any remembrance of pain but it had always unnerved Honesty to recall that someone out there had chased her down to consume her blood.
Suppressing a shudder, the young woman glimpsed someone at the entrance to Gambit's out of the corner of her eye, leaning to the right slightly to see who had just entered. Wait, wasn't that the gentleman who had just been... no, that wasn't possible. Was it? Honesty looked to where he had been standing previously.
Either Gambit's had some amazing technical support, or something suspicious was going on, Honesty staring for just a few moments longer than was appropriate before shaking her head dismissively and trying to go back to her reading. Again.
Suppressing a shudder, the young woman glimpsed someone at the entrance to Gambit's out of the corner of her eye, leaning to the right slightly to see who had just entered. Wait, wasn't that the gentleman who had just been... no, that wasn't possible. Was it? Honesty looked to where he had been standing previously.
Either Gambit's had some amazing technical support, or something suspicious was going on, Honesty staring for just a few moments longer than was appropriate before shaking her head dismissively and trying to go back to her reading. Again.
Blackness descended without warning, and a curse escaped Honesty's lips as she looked up again from her book to try and discern who had done this just as the flood lights restored a semblance of sight to all within the bar. Her attention, however, was upon the little floating egg that was following the stranger who had disrupted her reading scarcely moments before.
“Excuse me,” she called out in reply to his reassurance, slipping her book, now closed, into her messenger bag as she tried to watch him through the spots of darkness that were now throughout the bar, “but what exactly are you doing, and couldn't it wait until the bar is closed?”
No one had ever told Honesty that the bar didn't really have a closing time – just times when there were hardly any people around, like now.
“Excuse me,” she called out in reply to his reassurance, slipping her book, now closed, into her messenger bag as she tried to watch him through the spots of darkness that were now throughout the bar, “but what exactly are you doing, and couldn't it wait until the bar is closed?”
No one had ever told Honesty that the bar didn't really have a closing time – just times when there were hardly any people around, like now.
The reactions to the lights going on, however brief, made Honesty look into the blacker areas, as if expecting the demons that haunted her nightmares to emerge from there without warning, more menacing than they could ever be in life. Her grip on her bag strap tightened so that her knuckles began to go white and it was only distractedly that she heard someone speaking quite loudly. Was it to her? There was no telling but she nodded absently, wide eyes looking about the dark and relatively quiet bar as the technician went about his work.
Blinking hard as normality was restored to the bar, the young woman stepped backwards before spinning on the spot to face the exit, frowning. The boldness that she strode about her workplace with was rapidly waning and replaced with a desire to go home, watch some of her favourite films and calm down before classes tomorrow.
“I'm finding that in Gambit's, you rarely ever have normal times,” she replied warily to the real life Yoshi that was near the bar counter still, before walking towards the door.
Blinking hard as normality was restored to the bar, the young woman stepped backwards before spinning on the spot to face the exit, frowning. The boldness that she strode about her workplace with was rapidly waning and replaced with a desire to go home, watch some of her favourite films and calm down before classes tomorrow.
“I'm finding that in Gambit's, you rarely ever have normal times,” she replied warily to the real life Yoshi that was near the bar counter still, before walking towards the door.
I love my job. I love my job.
The mantra was repeated over and over, murmured on thin lips as the young woman entered the bar through the traditional means provided; the front door. No fancy portals or teleportation; nor did she live in the hotel like many of the patrons. Her coat was unfastened as she walked, tugging it off as brown eyes scanned the bar.
I love my job.
“I just hate this place,” Honesty admitted, deciding to head towards the bar and order a drink before perusing the few people who were unhappily drinking away their evening. There did not seem to be anything worth being here for, but she was here as requested. As always. What she wouldn’t give to be home with her consoles. She could give Greg a call…
Focus. Tapping her order into the touchscreen with movements that belied her familiarity with the bar, Honesty settled herself onto a stool closer to the stairs than the main entrance.
The mantra was repeated over and over, murmured on thin lips as the young woman entered the bar through the traditional means provided; the front door. No fancy portals or teleportation; nor did she live in the hotel like many of the patrons. Her coat was unfastened as she walked, tugging it off as brown eyes scanned the bar.
I love my job.
“I just hate this place,” Honesty admitted, deciding to head towards the bar and order a drink before perusing the few people who were unhappily drinking away their evening. There did not seem to be anything worth being here for, but she was here as requested. As always. What she wouldn’t give to be home with her consoles. She could give Greg a call…
Focus. Tapping her order into the touchscreen with movements that belied her familiarity with the bar, Honesty settled herself onto a stool closer to the stairs than the main entrance.
The smell from the stirring girl just within eyeshot to her left prompted Honesty to tilt her head, frowning at what she saw. Whilst she was no expert on bars, she was pretty sure that any place that let drunks pass on their tables was one not worthy frequenting in future.
And it seemed that she was not the only one forced to venture into Gambit’s against their will, noting the soaked through man with a raised eyebrow, relieved that she had her umbrella in her satchel. Walking home miserable and wet after a stint here would not be a favourable end to the evening.
She got her drink – a strawberry and cream smoothie – and chuckled as the man attempted to wring himself out on the mat. One soaked patron and another that smelt like crap – some things never changed did they?
“Bathroom’s that way,” Honesty called out eventually, taking pity on the poor fellow. To help him along she raised a hand, pointing off in the direction of the toilets to the right of the stairs.
And it seemed that she was not the only one forced to venture into Gambit’s against their will, noting the soaked through man with a raised eyebrow, relieved that she had her umbrella in her satchel. Walking home miserable and wet after a stint here would not be a favourable end to the evening.
She got her drink – a strawberry and cream smoothie – and chuckled as the man attempted to wring himself out on the mat. One soaked patron and another that smelt like crap – some things never changed did they?
“Bathroom’s that way,” Honesty called out eventually, taking pity on the poor fellow. To help him along she raised a hand, pointing off in the direction of the toilets to the right of the stairs.
“You’re welcome!”
Honesty smiled as the pleasant natured man disappeared out of sight. Had she been a touch surprised to hear such a familiar accent. Southern, she decided. And now back to the task at hand.
A drunk girl, who still had not stirred. A soaked man who she wagered had not been anticipated by anyone, even her seemingly omnipotent employer and a man dressed in a long coat that made her start and look at him again. Really? What are you expecting me to find here?
Ah well. No one said how long she had to hang around. She would have a few drinks, talk to a few people and then make her farewells to this place. With a sigh of premeditated regret Honesty looked at Nova.
“Do you want me to call you a taxi? You look a bit awful.”
Honesty smiled as the pleasant natured man disappeared out of sight. Had she been a touch surprised to hear such a familiar accent. Southern, she decided. And now back to the task at hand.
A drunk girl, who still had not stirred. A soaked man who she wagered had not been anticipated by anyone, even her seemingly omnipotent employer and a man dressed in a long coat that made her start and look at him again. Really? What are you expecting me to find here?
Ah well. No one said how long she had to hang around. She would have a few drinks, talk to a few people and then make her farewells to this place. With a sigh of premeditated regret Honesty looked at Nova.
“Do you want me to call you a taxi? You look a bit awful.”
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