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Welcome to Bates Motel

Who: Anita

a_necromancer and Hidaka Ken

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Where: His room, then a tour of the House
When: During the memory event
Rating: PG-13, most likely
Summary: A newcomer gets a tour
The Log:

Anita was in a grumbley mood. All her friendly neighbors seemed to have new memories that were playing havoc with their lives, and the experience was transforming usually sane people into genuine frothing-at-the-mouth loonies. Perfect time for a new arrival. Though she usually spared no time at all considering what her appearance might do to the comfort level of others, Anita begrudgingly stopped in front of her dresser and peered at the glass. Even she had to admit that a Browning high-power in a shoulder holster layered on top of a red t-shirt with a zombie on it didn't exactly scream 'welcoming committee'.

With an eyeroll and sigh that would have put surly teenagers to shame, Anita flung open her closet door and selected a black blazer. It looked a bit odd with her blue jeans, sneakers, and shirt, but at least it hid the gun, even when open. Besides, fashion had never been a concern for the young necromancer, and now was to be no different. Paranoia was the better part of survival, in Anita's world, and she would no more have left her room without her gun than she would have traipsed around the mansion without pants. Anita ran a hand through her black curls as she walked, raking them out of her dark eyes. Locking her door behind her, she scanned the hallway for possible basket cases, and made her way to the newcomer's room. She'd read his name was 'Ken' on his journal, and though it might have been the source of gut-splitting hilarity, she hoped the name was coincidental, and not indicative of an ex-girlfriend named Barbie. That would be almost too weird to bear.

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Talk about waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Ken had nearly bitten the head off of two people within the first few minutes after his arrival. He didn't care all that much about getting on people's bad side, but he had to admit now that he'd had time to think about it, that it probably wasn't such a good idea. He was actually somewhat grateful to this "Anita" person who was going to show him around.

"Use your manners now, Ken," he muttered to himself as he paced the room, hands flexing into fists. The action made something click in his head. Should he even be bringing his weapons with him? Was that such a good idea? Unfortunately he couldn't manage to take them off. It was a new place after all. Could be dangerous, right? Ken sighed heavily and dropped onto the edge of the bed. "They stay on, not used," he muttered as he gazed down at the gloves with their concealed blades.

Thankfully he lived up high; it gave him some time to reason things out before Anita showed up. Typically he didn't reason, he just acted. It had led him into trouble more than once. His impulsiveness would probably lead him into trouble here too since Aya wasn't around.

Now that she was nearing the door, Anita made doubly sure her gun was ready to fire and easy to get to. Realizing that even safety rounds might not take down a particularly resilient non-human crazy, she briefly considered doubling back to retrieve her sword, but ultimately decided against it. If Ken was dangerous enough to require more than the rounds in her gun, Anita was more than happy to expedite a judicious retreat for more firepower. Though being a bit of a jerk upon arrival didn't automatically equate to being potentially dangerous, Anita was not fond of taking those particular kinds of chances. Her life had been violent enough to ensure caution whenever the unknown was being broached for the first time.

Sooner than could possibly be reasonably expected, Anita reached the door. The plain wood seemed to mock her with its innocent veneer. It couldn't be thatbad, could it? Visions of master vampires and voo-doo queens answered her rhetorical question easily enough, and though she shook the images away with a swish of her head, the vague feeling of unease lingered with her. Only a few months had passed since she arrived here, and here she was, at last, passing along the favor that had been done to her, a metaphorical lifetime ago. With that thought in mind, she knocked on the door, firmly.

Ken jumped at the knock, barely managing not to clench his hand into a fist and bring out the claws. He sighed heavily to calm himself down as he headed for the door. He pushed the door open, his eyes scanning Anita from inside his own room. "Yo," he stated, lifting one hand in greeting once he was sure she wasn't a threat. However, he had picked up on the fact that she carried a weapon. Being an assassin sort of did that to you, you could pick up on things. "So you voted for the better safe than sorry approach too," he stated with a smirk. Again, acting without thinking. It probably wasn't the best idea to let this woman know he knew she had a gun.

Anita noted the other man's gun with a similarly practiced gaze, and though she didn't begrudge him protection, the presence of another weapon made her sense of caution only increase. With willpower of cast iron, Anita forced herself to relax somewhat, and gave the man a wan smile. He looked nice enough, with brown hair and an easy smirk, though Anita knew a predator when she saw one. No amount of friendly manor could mask the awareness that came with violence. Ken's words were little comfort, but at least he did not try to hide what he was. The details might have escaped the young necromancer, but she knew Ken was someone who had been in a firefight. "Never leave home without it."

The implication of her words hit home only a moment after they left her lips; had she grown so comfortable here that it had become a kind of home? Nahhhhh. Surely not.

Ken chuckled lightly. "Wouldn't say I've gotten quite that bad," he stated with a smirk as he ran his fingers over the tips of the blades that protruded from each knuckle. "I take them with me most of the time... but not always." Of course, most of the time had increased rather a lot recently. At first he'd only taken the tiger claws on missions (what did he need them for in the flower shop?), but now he felt strange without the gloves on. As pathetic as it was, the weapon was his security blanket. He needed it. "Well, ready to go? I should cause enough of a threat for you to use that thing," he told her. At least, he hoped he wouldn't.

Anita watched Ken finger his gloves, noting the glint of metal that poked from within them. Fancy stuff, that. Anita had had a hard enough time learning to use her sword, never mind whipping out some odd finger blades. Had Ken mentioned it, Anita would have agreed enthusiastically on the need for a 'security blanket' that could also double as an effective defense against real-life bogymen. "I think you're safe so long as you don't act like one."

Anita gestured one-handed to the inside of Ken's new room, pointing at the closet. "Well, first thing's first. That will give you pretty much anything you can think of, so long as you expect it to do so."

((Gah, thanks for catching that stupid mistake with should/shouldn't))

That was certainly the goal at least... not acting like enough of an idiot to deserve a shot in the chest. He'd survived them before, sobering thought considering it reminded him of an event he didn't enjoy remembering. Then again, he'd had a metal plate on under his clothes. Not so this time.

Anita's gesture drew him out of his past and back into the present. She was pointing to the closet. Yea, he was a closet. Brilliant. Wait... "What?!" He demanded, spinning around to look more closely at the camouflaged miracle. "You're serious?! Anything?! From this?!"

Anita smiled gently at the young man's enthusiasm. In that moment, she mentally subtracted several years off his age. The incredulity with which he gaped at the closet was disarming, metaphorically speaking, and made Anita's former reluctance lessen, just a little.

"Anything but people." She said, a trifle sadly. The closet was a marvelous thing, but couldn't come anywhere close to replacing a lost life. Shifting her weight and slinging a hand on her hip, Anita nodded again and gave the door a nod. "Give it a try. Just imagine something that would be standard issue in your closet back home.

Ken was still staring at the closet like he'd never seen one before, his eyes glittering with excitement. Of the things you could do if you had a closet that could give you anything. Ken smirked. He'd have so much fun tormenting Youji and Omi if he had something like that at home. Home. That's right. It could give him anything... why not Aya and the others?

His elation was a bit short lived though. Anita's words drew him down a peg or two. "No people?" Damn. So much for that idea. Wait for me guys, I'll be back eventually, he thought. Well might as well try something else then. He closed his eyes and pictured the light blue apron he'd always worn at the shop. Might as well have something homey.

When he opened his eyes he glanced at Anita. "So it'll just... show up after I think about it?" he questioned as he gazed at the closet again. Nothing had changed as far as he could tell.

Anita felt a bit like a doushewaffle for being a killjoy when she saw the light dim in Ken's eyes. He still seemed fairly happy, however the giddy delight that had been there was definitely gone. Better he learned the truth first, rather than later, though; Anita would never give up wanting to go home, mansion be damned, but several months with not a whisper of success was beginning to wear on her nerves. Still, the man had an upbeat demeanor Anita wished she could protect and keep all shinny-shiny. That kind of perkiness was positively unheard of in the necromancer.

"You have to close it and open it, again. Nothing I have has appeared while I was looking. Come to think of it, I've never actually seen someone arrive here. Hm." Shrugging gamely, she reached out a hand and clicked the door shut. When she re-opened it, a single blue apron was dangling from a cooperative hanger. Though she did not smirk at the pretty cloth better suited to baking cookies than belonging to a fellow predator, Anita's eyes were smiling as she gestured inside. "See?"

Ken shifted aside when she reached for the door. He'd been totally oblivious to anything she'd been thinking a short time ago. He wasn't one to read someone else's face or emotions. He rarely even took other people's thoughts into consideration so he'd missed the entire thing. When Anita opened the door to reveal the apron Ken's eyes softened. Predator? He hardly looked like one right then.

Ken reached out, his hand shaking slightly, and touched the fabric. After slipping it off the hanger Ken held it lightly in his hands, gazing down at it. The four of them at the flower shop every morning. Girls constantly showing up even though they weren't going to buy anything... besides Ouka, who would constantly flirt with Omi. Youji flirting with the girls even though he constantly said that he wouldn't date anyone still in high school. Aya being as aloof as usual. Yea, Ken missed those times. The times when he didn't have to think too much about what they received in the basement. Ken shook his head, forcing those thoughts out. He wasn't there now. He didn't need to think about the jobs. But... where else did he belong? Anywhere?

Anita watched the shifting emotions pass across Ken's face, suddenly awkward, feeling as if she was intruding on something too personal to be shown to a stranger. Whatever memories the apron held, they were clearly dear to the young man. After a moment of letting her gaze wander the nondescript room, she put her palm against the back of her neck and glanced back at the newcomer.

Softly, gently, unobtrusively, Anita put delicate fingers on Ken's shoulder, and gave him a tentative smile. "Hey....uh...you alright?"

Ken had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized that Anita was standing behind him. Idiot. He was slipping already? Ken spun around, apron still clench in his fingers. Had Anita not been so gentle about touching him he probably would have attempted to kill him. Thankfully that hadn't happened. "Ah, yea sure, sorry!" He gave her an apologetic smile and rubbed at his head. "Just, home you know? I was just thinking about my friends." Biggest understatement ever. While his friends were involved, that hadn't been the only thing on Ken's mind. "It's pathetic, but I miss them already."

Though she wouldn't have called it pathetic, Anita couldn't help but wonder what kind of sensitive person would find themselves so overwhelmed by the recently lost. With a mental shrug, Anita decided it was none of her business; the guy looked uncomfortable enough already. "It's OK." Locking gazes with the man, Anita spoke frankly on the matter: "Don't loose hope of seeing them, alright? I sure as hell don't intend to spend the rest of my days here."

Giving a glance at the door, Anita let her eyes wander back to the waiting ken, before nodding at the hallway beyond. "Come on."

"I'll see them again, I'll make sure of that," Ken muttered to himself. Somehow he'd find a way home even if he had to kill someone to do it. No. That wasn't right. He didn't like killing people. The only people he killed were those he was ordered to kill. Those who deserved it. Nothing more.

Oh, right. They were supposed to be going on a tour. Ken tossed the apron on the bed and hurried after her. No point waiting around the room. It was just going to give him too much of a chance to think about things he couldn't let himself think about. Dwelling on everything made him uneasy, and guilty, and a whole lot of other emotions he really didn't want to be feeling... especially all mixed together.

The golden lights in the hallway lit the pair's way beautifully and seemed to beckon them forward with a welcoming glow. Anita waited a polite moment for Ken to catch up with her, then walked forward, heading towards the kitchen. It was as good a place to start as any, and it would no doubt have fresh java waiting for her thirsty lips.

"I figure I'll show you the kitchen, then the library, then a tour of the outside."

Figuring if he had any problems with the itinerary, he'd say so, Anita cast a congenial glance at the young man, and raised a brow. "So....what did you do?"

Ken followed behind her, his thoughts about the apron past already. "Sounds fine to me. I don't really care where we go first... though it would be nice to know where to get food." He doubted he'd spend much time in the library, but it didn't matter. There might be something there he could find that was semi interesting.

Her question surprised him a bit. He really wasn't sure how to answer. He couldn't just come out and say he was an assassin. Weiss didn't publicize their identity. However, she carried a gun as well... He doubted she would believe his other occupation, but if she prodded he might tell her the hidden side of his life. At least a bit of it. "I work as a florist." Which was the truth, on the light side of the coin.

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Yarg! so sorry for the wait!

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