putty in your hands {OPEN}

[GEORGETTE PRINCETON]

There was someone following her.

It wasn't the alcohol coursing through her veins that made Georgia think so, either. In her foggy, drug-and-alcohol-induced haze, Georgia kept wandering around wherever the hell she was, trying to get this person off her tail. No matter how many times she whipped around (nearly falling over her own feet every time), that damn creep somehow managed to be hiding behind...well, Georgia didn't know. There weren't many alcoves for a person to be hiding, but maybe they could turn invisible? To Georgia, that seemed plausible. She had read many books, after all, and with alcohol, anything was possible.

How had she ended up so outside of the city? Georgia could have sworn she left whatever nightclub or whoever's apartment with the intent of going back to Baum, back to her dorm where she knew Serenity would make sure she got in bed. There wasn't much to see; they sky was black, and clouds covered any light the moon would normally offer. Georgia was aware of the almost...lapping sound? that was occurring below her feet. Weird. Where were the damn paparazi when you needed them? Georgia punched wildly at the air, her arm flopping back at her side like a wet noodle. An angry look took over her features. If there was some sort of story-hungry photographer nearby, Georgia was sure she'd be back home by now. Tabloid covers be damned, Georgia didn't think her parent's would be that pissed off. Well, maybe. All they cared about was their image. "Why don' my parents care 'bout me?" Georgia slurred, hiccups interrupting most of her words. Overcome with sudden grief (what the hell had she drank? It must have been whiskey, Georgia's typical handle of Absolut did not make her a weepy drunk), Georgia slumped onto her knees. Even though she was sure someone, somewhere, was "with" her in a way, Georgia didn't feel exposed, having her back open like that. Deep down she was aware that she should only be concerned about her abdomen, that if something were to harm her there that she would, without a doubt, die. It was the same sense that she had about the person following her. Georgia could feel them, she almost...knew them.

Suddenly, everything she had ingested that night came rushing back up to the surface. Georgia lurched forward and leaned over whatever she was on, vomiting. Instead of the nasty splattering sound she was used to hearing, it sort of...plopped, like it had dropped into water. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say. Cocking her head like a dog, Georgia reached her hand down, jumping back in surprise when her hand hit cold water. "Aw -hiccup- man wh-hiccup-ere am I?" This was potentially bad. Georgia was now half-certain that she was on some sort of dock, probably nowhere near the city. Scrambling up without falling, Georgia squinted her eyes, trying to look around. "Hellooooo?" Like a game of drunken Marco Polo, Georgia hoped that if she said something, someone would say something back. Right?

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notes: blah blah blah crappy post yeehaw. feel free to do whatever to georgia. just, you know, don't kill her. (or stab her in the stomach, as that kind of falls under the "killing her" category).

[SILAS SCHMIDT]

Tonight was a night of fun. He had coerced some attractive girl into buying him drinks. They'd had quite a lot of fun until her boyfriend had shown up. He had a bruise blooming on his jaw, but he couldn't feel it anymore.

His insides were radiating a kind of warmth. He was pretty sure it was the alcohol, and he was pretty fond of the feeling. It made him feel better. Less alone. Less guilty about being an asshole for the majority of the time. Aw shit.. Stupid alcohol..

There had been this girl at the bar too. She was beautiful, and also blonde. Silas wasn't usually into blondes, but this one had such a striking appearance. She looked kind of familiar too. But Silas hardly knew anyone in N.Y.C. other than Tyler, Addison and his little Stellacid. And of course, beautiful, wonderful Serenity. Despite all this, he was so drawn to her that when he started towards her, he was disappointed to find that she was walking away. Where was she going?

Damn, she was quick. He followed after her, determined to talk with her, but she seemed to move faster than the other girls did. A glance down at her feet made him realize that it was probably the lack of ridiculously high heeled shoes.

She walked until they reached the docks, and her pace slowed. Good thing too, because Silas was starting to become a little more sober and her realized that a dock was not a safe place for a drunk girl.

Silas heard her mumble something, but he couldn't catch it. Dropping to her knees, the girl leaned over the dock and threw up into the water. Silas moved forward, ready to catch her if she fell, but she proved to be much more sturdy than he thought. She got to her feet and he reached out to her assuringly.

"You're at the docks. You kinda wandered off. Need help getting to where you needed to be?"

He offered her his hand, glancing her over. She sure was pretty. He wouldn't mind getting in on some of that action.

"I'm Silas, by the way."

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[GEORGETTE PRINCETON]

If it wouldn't have made her lose her balance, Georgia would have fist pumped. She was right! Someone was following her! Except, the guy that turned out to be majorly creeping wasn't what she had expected. Mulling it over in her foggy alcohol-brain, Georgia thought that the "presence" had been...friendlier. While this guy seemed terribly familiar, there was something about him that made Georgia want to clutch her stomach and run the other way. He seemed dangerous, almost sinister.

Georgia liked it.

As he reached his hand out, Georgia's eyebrows furrowed together in distrust and confusion. "Yeah, I kind of gathered that I'm at -hiccup- the docks." Still staring at his hand, Georgia debated over whether to take it or not. For all she knew, he could drag her to some dark alley and turn out to be some sadistic, torture-porn-fetish weirdo. Or, you know, he could actually be a decent guy. Roaming her eyes over this guy, Silas, he called himself, Georgia liked what she saw. He was definitely hot and if she knew anything about men (and Georgia liked to think she did) he had to be packing some heat, but not of the gun kind. If she did end up being murdered in some disturbing, Law and Order-esque way, Georgia figured her life was short and sweet, the best way to live.

Reaching out, Georgia grabbed Silas's hand, steadying herself. "Georgia. Like the peach." God, her hangover would be awful. Already, Georgia was feeling like shit. At this point, the pleasant buzz of alcohol was gone and all she wanted to do was collapse on her bed. Or, any bed, Georgia wasn't picky. In fact, if Silas offered, Georgia wouldn't mind collapsing on his bed.

Leaning a little on Silas for support, Georgia said, "I'm at...shit, what's that school again? Uh, oh yeah. Baum. That's where I'm supposed to be." Hopefully Serenity wasn't worrying about her. It wasn't unlike Georgia to be gone all night and not get back till midday, but she knew it worried her roommate.