Vicious_Cycle (vicious_cycle) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-30 15:25:00

Entry tags:

inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, nicholas salem, team - champions

After Murderworld
Zarathos had dealt with a lot of Murderworld, both with and without Nick. For the first time, he hadn't fought the demon off entirely, and that, just as much as the sights, smells and sounds he'd never forget still haunts him. While he's promised to be back, Nick has been getting his few things together for a road trip. Open road, strong drink and time to forget is just what the situation calls for.

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lytaworthington
2010-01-31 12:10 am UTC (link)

Lyta needed to get away. Between not being there for the X-Men when they needed her the most and getting trapped in a giant birdcage and force to sing Journey to save her life, she needed an escape. Hell, what she really needed was a just a drink. Preferably something a little bit stronger than beer.

Walking down the hallway, she stopped in front of Nick's room.

"Hey," she said, leaning in the doorway, "Going somewhere?"

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	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 02:44 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah," he replies, shifting the pack on his back, all he's taking with him. "Away. In search of a lot of road dust, greasy food and strong drink. Really strong drink. I'll be back in a few days. Cajun's got the shop work handled til then." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 02:58 am UTC (link)
	She folded her arms over her chest, silent for a moment. "Mind if I join you? I'll spring for my own food, drink, and cover accommodations. I'll even chip in for gas." She sighed. "I need a bit of an escape myself." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 03:27 am UTC (link)
	He considers a few seconds, then nods. "Gas money is always helpful. Haven't had time to get the shop really clicking yet. You have any problem riding bitch? Or driving fast? I want to put some miles between me and New Orleans." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 03:45 am UTC (link)
	"I don't mind at all," Lyta said. "Just give me a couple of minutes to throw some stuff in a bag and I'll be good to go." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 05:43 am UTC (link)
	"Sounds good. I'll be on my bike." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:05 am UTC (link)
	A mere ten minutes later, Lyta is outside, ready to go, a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her wings in their harness under her shirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses on her face. "You don't happen to have an extra helmet that I could borrow, do you?" She asked Nick as she made her way to the bike. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 06:19 am UTC (link)
	He's had time to prepare, including grabbing one of the extra helmets in the shop. "Of course." he replies, tossing it to her. "Anything else before we kiss this place goodbye for a few?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:22 am UTC (link)
	"Nope," she said, putting the helmet on her head, adjusting it before climbing onto the bike behind him. "I'm good for the road." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 08:04 am UTC (link)
	"Hold on tight. This may not be the covered-in-hellfire version, but the bike can still haul." he warns before hitting the road, heading for city limits. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 06:32 pm UTC (link)
	She nodded, holding onto his waist as they took off on the road. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-31 11:10 pm UTC (link)
	He passes city limits, and really kicks up the speed. He wasn't kidding about wanting some space. There's not much chance to talk, just hours of road. He comes to a stop in a tiny town with not much more than a motel, a greasy spoon and a rough looking bar. Just his kind of place. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-01-31 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	Talking over the roar of the motorcycle can be annoying, so Lyta kept her mouth shut for the trip. When they stopped, she took her helmet off, looking around at her surroundings. Pretty far from New Orleans. Which just fine for her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 07:24 am UTC (link)
	Nick wakes when he feels the stirring next to him. He's always been a light sleeper. A lifetime of rough life can do that, even a short one so far. He grumbles lightly, starting to shift, to feel a something next to him. A warm something. A feathery something. He automatically fumbles over to the bedside table. No handcuffs there. "Oh fuck." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:27 am UTC (link)
	"I'll say," she said, squinting. "You wouldn't happen to have keys for things anywhere, would you? My head's pounding too much to attempt wriggling out of them." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 07:32 am UTC (link)
	His head hurts too. 10% hangover, 90% demon laughing its ass off at him. And her words confirm it. Vodka = remembers to unlock the girl. Tequila = Forgets. So noted. "Nnngg, yeah, of course." He feels around on the floor. "In... my... pants..." Not there. Fuck. "Any idea where my pants are?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:38 am UTC (link)
	She sat up as best as she could, looking around for his pants. Didn't look like they were anywhere around on the floor... Her eyes wandered up to the ceiling. "Found your pants," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the ceiling fan where his pants were draped...along with her bra. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 07:59 am UTC (link)
	Her face turned just the slightest shade of pink. Stupid tequila. "Okay," she said, nodding her head, before turning to look over her shoulder at the clothing scattered all over the floor...and the ceiling, in some cases. "Harness," she muttered, "Where's my harness?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 08:00 am UTC (link)
	He's working on the handcuffs, when she mentions harness. His stomach sinks a couple levels. "That's a strappy thing with buckles and snaps and leather, right?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-02 08:05 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah. I use to it keep my wings down when I need to go out in public and can't have them out." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-02-02 08:09 am UTC (link)
	Yeah, that's what he thought. "I think that's what's tying your legs, uhm..." uhm, yeah. He knew he improvised in there somewhere. "I'll get that next." Cause at her angle, some of those knots could be tricky. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)