The Docks- Saturday evening

[throughaphase]

Katherine Pryde, who'd come here on the run as an Aztec princess, had come a long way since then. She'd successfully completed another day of modeling and resisting the lure of proffered heroin. They kept telling her she'd be more famous if she used drugs, but she knew it was a lie. She was a good girl, one of the only ones this town had left. If she gave that up, she would be nothing.

For some reason, today's shoot meant that she was walking home through the docks, where she knew unsavory things happened all the time. But she was sure everything would be fine and no more people would try to make her shoot up.


[And that's your cue to ping in and what have you.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Oh dear. Was that the sound of a motorcycle engine running? Dramatic lights that kind of didn't quite work well with the lighting plan?

THE SILHOUETTE OF A DARK MAN WATCHING HER?

...Yeah, it probably was.

[throughaphase]

Katherine stopped, looking around like she couldn't tell where the motorcycle sounds were coming from.

"Who's there?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, well," Atton said, his voice booming in a way that... absolutely made no sense with the supposed acoustics of the set. "Where are we going?"

[throughaphase]

"Somewhere else," Katherine said vaguely, folding her arms over her chest. "Who are you?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Just a guy making sure you get home safe tonight," Atton lied like hell.

[throughaphase]

"I can get home safe without your help," Katherine told him. She was a model, okay? "You can just go about your business."

[suitably_heroic]

"Aw, come on, have you seen this place?" he said, stepping forward, yet still somehow remaining shrouded in shadows. "You don't want to know what goes on here at night."

Neither did he. He'd only arrived here this morning.

[throughaphase]

"I know what goes on." You saw everything more when you saw it through good girl eyes. "You still haven't told me who you are."

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, I don't ask your name, you don't ask for mine," Atton said, chewing noisily on his gum.

[throughaphase]

"Katherine. What's yours?"

See, she was a sassy model who didn't do heroin.

[suitably_heroic]

"Jack," Atton lied. "There. We're introduced. Happy?"

[throughaphase]

"No. I still want to know what you're doing here," she said. "I'm sure it's not to make sure I get home okay."

[suitably_heroic]

"Why?" Atton asked, jogging a little to catch up with her. In shadows. "Really, what kind of guy do you think I am?"

A guy not above offering her drugs in his bid for the local diamond mine.

Which had something to do with the drugs. Somehow.

[throughaphase]

"No one who hides in the shadows can be that good," Katherine retorted. "Whatever you want, I'm not interested."

[suitably_heroic]

"I was just going to offer you some gum," Atton said.

OR WAS HE.

[throughaphase]

OR WAS GUM A METAPHOR? Or something.

"I don't need any gum," Katherine told him.

[suitably_heroic]

IT WAS A METAPHOR! ... for heroin. Studio execs were a little confused on what was even acceptable these days.

"You sure?" Atton asked, offering her his leather-bound container of gum.

[throughaphase]

"I'm sure. You can keep your gum to yourself."

Leather-bound gum container? Really?

[suitably_heroic]

Just wait until you check out his leather underwear.

"Fine, fine, your loss," Atton said, slipping a piece of gum into his mouth. "See you around."

Dramatic music.

[throughaphase]

Almost as if she heard the music (she hadn't), Katherine's eye widened, and she walked just a little faster to get away from him.

And his gum.

And leather underwear, which could not be comfortable.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton's actor was going to have a real conversation with the costume department later.

But Atton stayed put right where he was, all... shadowy, his hands in his leather-lined leather pockets. "Goodbye, Katherine..."