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[there's a certain trend one might notice among CID members. you see, whenever someone from CID is upset, you can generally find them at the bar. (unless it's that mouthy plonk Annie, because she a) never gets sad and b) 's a bird and therefore goes all weepy and shit instead of being a manly man and hiding her grief in booze) AT ANY RATE, one might notice that Gene just happens to be at the bar. he's shooting back whiskies without much care, a growing pile at his right, but if you come near him he'll adamantly deny anything's wrong.

after all, Diva all ready had a breakdown over Sam. he's not about to be a bloody div and do it, too. pffft, that's just silly.

so anyway, Gene's at the bar, which is his second home anyway. approach him if you want]

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Chevalier? [stares at her, but doesn't let her down] They're dead. You said they died.

You're not going anywhere, Diva. I'm not letting you hurt anyone else.

I made a new one. You don't know him.

{She kind of kicks her feet. She wants down, Gene D: careful that she doesn't kick you in the balls}

I don't---{She does want to, but} You won't let me, but how can you do that?

[no going after his babies, Diva! D:]

Was this before or after Tyler decided to up and leave? So much for caring about him. [and he lets her down, only to grab his gun] By any means necessary, luv.

{She stares at his gun calmly}

After. I thought that if...If I had a Chevalier, then I wouldn't be...

{Shakes her head, then laughs}

I don't need to explain it to you, do I?

Yeah, you do. [cocks it] I'm not playing, Diva.

{Diva pauses, then takes a step closer, taking Gene's hands delicately to pull the gun down and right over her chest. She holds his hand there}

What is there to explain, anyways? You'd never understand it, Gene. Ne, so just go ahead a shoot me and make yourself feel better.

Maybe not. But I can't let you go running off and killing people.

So then what will you do? Kill me? Or lock me up?

{Smiles} Do you really want to be my new Amshel?

I'm not that bastard.

But you're acting like him.

No, I'm not.

I'm not playing this game again. Ne, make your decision.

If I let you go, you'll kill again.

Tell me you won't.

[Her expression drops, and she just shakes her head]

I don't know, Gene. I could just say yes, but I don't know if that's the truth or not.

Edited 2009-09-14 21:54 (UTC)

I can't let you go if you're gonna hurt anyone.

Then what will you do?

That depends on you, luv.

But that would mean you trust me. Do you?

...I don't know.

{Lets go of the gun}

And I don't know if you should, either.

{Diva turns away from Gene childishly, spinning on her toes as her arms are outstretched}

Ne, I don't know about a lot of things anymore! So you're not alone.

I'm not like you, Diva.

Oh, you're not like Amshel, you're not like me, so who are you like? I guess Gene is Gene.

{That seems to remind her of what Lucy, so she looks over her shoulder at him}

Ne, that fake Sam...Is he the same?

Of course I'm Gene.

[he doesn't like this line of questioning]

A picky pain? Yeah, he is.

Then...I wonder if he could be my Sam again...

Edited 2009-09-16 17:17 (UTC)

Is that what you really want?