Thread: Little girl lost (atn: Cahill, malks)

whistling in the hall of the Mnt. king, he wraps duct tape around his swiss cheese boots. the smell of burnt leather was starting to smell good to him. He goes to zip up his leather jacket, but the zipper breaks off. god damn it just what he needed. pay no mind the thought to himself. He hears the knocking on the door, but proceeds to put on his tattered vestments.
Walking to the door he continues to hum his tune, pacing his steps with the rhythm.
He grabs the door nob, turns it to the right, to the left and to the right again before opening it. he stares at the female for a few seconds before moving.

"la luna nos trajo un regalo esta noche" He looks around for anyone else before saying "now thats a good question, i havent the slightest clue" smiling, looking amused by his lack of knowledge "why not find out"
He opens the door all the way open, " Enter of your own free will, and please leave some of the madness you bring in"
He pulls out a flask from the pocket inside his jacket, and takes 3 sips and wipes the thick red liquid from his lip. he extends his hand and offers her a drink
"blood and whiskey" he says "a day old, but its still good"

The click of boots on tile announce his approach before he can be seen. Cahill turns the corner just after Malice greets Miranda.

"Miss Montreve," he says softly. "Good evening."

Miranda regards the unfamiliar Malkavian blankly as he first cracks the door, muttering to himself before opening it wider and inviting her in. "Est un cœur mort briser la folie?" she murmurs in response and then shakes her head when he offers the flask.

"A kind offer but I must decline, thank you Monsieur."

It is then that she hears the arrival of Mr. Cahill and turns her head at his greeting, unable to keep what she is feeling from her eyes, "Good evening." Her response is just as soft. "I apologize for intruding unannounced, I won't trouble you for long." She pauses and her lashes lower to hide her eyes. "I hoped you'd be able to help me answer a question."

"c'est tout madame la folie" he says smiling, putting the flask back up to his lips.
after the liquid hit his lips he feels an explosion rip through his leg, a constant clicking of a rifle ringing in his ear got louder. He looks down at his fresh bloody stump
"Miss Montreve," he hears in the distance. at once he snaps back to reality and sees the prince. He takes a quick bow, and almost looses his balance.
"good evening, sir. We have a visitor." he says almost stuttering.
He looks back and forth between the sad kindred and the prince, wondering whats going on
He turns to the prince "i assume you two have important matters to discuss, If you wish i will take myself elsewhere"
He turns to miss montreve and takes a bow "Madame bonsoir, le baiser peut lunes vous bénisse". He pauses mid bow, contemplating, then stands upright.
" i apologies my french is horrid"

Miranda tries to smile at Malice but it doesn't reach her eyes, "Your french is better than my spanish, monsieur." She inclines her head to him, "Your consideration is appreciated, I would like a moment alone to speak with Mr. Cahill."

She returns her attention to Bill and takes a small step in his direction.

Cahill smiles at Malice.

"Thank you Malice, I do believe this might be best kept a private conversation. If you note Miss Maddalena, please let her know I am on a walk about with Miss Montreve and will return in short order."

Cahill turns his attention back to Miranda.

"Would you care to join me in partaking of the night air?" he motions back outside the Asylum.

"Of course."

Miranda turns and takes a few gliding steps back out into the asylum grounds, the night air around her warm and heavy. When her host has joined her and the door behind them closes, she looks up, "Thank you for giving me these moments of your time, I know that in the grand design of things, what I need to say seems foolishly unimportant." She pauses and swallows, her throat tight, "But you're his friend and perhaps the only one who can tell me the truth."

Cahill nods to her, taking her arm in his as he motions them forward, towards the sidewalk and off the grounds of the Asylum.

"Truth is something we all seek," he says quietly. "The question is are we ready to find it?"

As he walks towards the gate off the grounds, he looks up at a tree, calling attention to the camera that is hidden there for security. He tilts his hat back on his head.

"It is not a matter of if i will tell you truth. It is really a matter of do you want to know it?" He smiles gently as he looks at her, absently he pats her hand where it loops through his arm.