10.18.3103: Whores Don't Talk
Summary: Klaudea seeks out Lincoln at the Blue Nirvana to help her with a mysterious injury that she can't/won't be completely clear explaining.
Date: 24 September, 2013
Related: None
Klaudea Lincoln 


The Blue Nirvana Blue District, The Ring
Entering through the heavy wooden doors decorated with relief sculptures of flirtatious nude cherubs, visitors find themselves in the tiny waiting room of the upscale brothel and bar, The Blue Nirvana. Only a single, plush red velvet bench sits in the small area, and the walls are covered with a darker, more rich red velvet. Opposite the wooden entry doors is the floor to ceiling black velvet curtain visitors must pass through to reach the main sanctum.

Once inside, light piano music fills the dimly lit air of The Blue Nirvana main sanctum. Unlike the cold steel found in so many other places on the Ring, the walls of the sanctum are covered in plush red velvet curtains and Arborenin cherry oak trim. Larger than the entryway would lead outsiders to believe, this main area is actually two stories tall, the lofted ceiling covered in similar Arborenin oak planks and golden trimmings that flow into several ornate crystal chandeliers that outstretch almost a dozen feet each. A grand piano sits at the far corner of the room, and various love seats and couches made of the same wood and crushed red velvet cushions rest in various positions for privacy or presentation.

A few of the Blue Nirvana's prostitutes relax on these couches, dressed in immaculate, fancy clothing that is sensual but not overtly obscene. Across the back wall is a long bar, again fashioned from the Arborenin wood, where a bartender serves drinks from thousands of bottles, vials and containers lining the wall behind him. The space above the bar is a balcony stretching the entire length of the room, the upstairs wall lined with more heavy, fancy wooden doors that lead to the private chambers of business. The red carpeted staircase gently descends and curves towards the center of the room from the wall to the far right.

18 October, 3013

The waygates almost never close, and that's good for the young woman who makes her way along the walkway to the Blue Nirvana just past midnight. Nervous about being seen entering the place this late at night, she has a dark green hooded cloak of quite expensive material gathered around her. The hood leaves her face in shadow, but she moves quickly, and by the tightness of cloak, it appears she keeps her arms folded around herself as she scurries towards the door. Keeping her head down she enters and then slides off to the side to look around, obviously seeking a certain person.

The Blue Nirvana's fairly empty tonight. A few employees are on the couches, and Lincoln's behind the bar. There's no visible clients. Linc's hair is pulled back tonight, slicked with some product. He looks older than he normally does, and seems to be at the beginning of growing out some 5 o'clock shadow. It fits with the black button down shirt that's has the first two buttons undone. He doesn't look up right away, as he's doing something that's requiring him to watch the coffee machine he's playing with.

The green hood tilts, then walks up to the bar. She doesn't try to slide into a stool, but stands uncertainly for a moment. Taking a breath, she says softly, "Lincoln?" when she's sure she's not going to distract him into burning himself or some such. If she sees recognition when he looks into the hood, she holds a finger to her mouth.

Lincoln heard someone come in, so he's not startled at the voice, but does turn, the smile on his face freezes a moment, and he'll set the cup of coffee down, turning the machine frother off. "Hey…" He'll not say a name as the finger goes up, but his eyebrows pull together. He's eyes immediately go up to the door, to make sure there's no one else that's come in, clearly picking up on her mood. Stepping forward so his voice doesn't need to be loud, "What's going on?" Linc leans forward on his elbows, giving the illusion he's flirting.

"I'm sorry," Klaudea blurts out right away, although it's good that he's leaning on the counter or he probably wouldn't hear it as her hand lowers and grips the edge of the bar. "If you get mad I'll understand, but you were the only one I could think of, and I need help." She bites her lip. "Is there.. someplace we can go? I can pay you for your - time." Even though it seems to be something urgent, she still manages to be a bit flustered at how the request might sound with his given occupation.

Lincoln's dark eyes search her face a moment, trying to see what is going on, in the shadow of her hood. He'll sigh softly and look up, "Delly? I'm gonna take my break. You're in charge till Ren gets back." The woman stands up from the couch, look a bit confused, but nods. Linc gives Klaudea a small smile and will start making his way from around the bar. "is it nice out?" He seems to be making casual conversation.

Klaudea does manage to chuckle at the question, leaving off the chewing of her lip and giving some semblance of normalcy. "About the same as it always," she replies, pulling her hand back into her cloak as he comes around from behind the bar. Some of the worry shifts to a look of a relief, but her shoulders are still held stiffly while she waits for him to come around and lead her wherever.

Lincoln just nods,stopping a moment to grab something from behind the bar then a light weight jacket. He slips the jacket on and offers Klaudea an arm. If she takes it, as the step outside, he'll place his other hand on her arm, trying to give a gentle sympathetic squeeze, "My flat's just up the road, or we can hit the coffee shop that's open all night…what do you need?"

Klaudea takes the arm with the same hand that was on the bar, but when he reaches across to squeeze it, there's an intake of breath from under the hood. "Not the coffee shop, please," she replies quietly, her head looking down to the ground as she indirectly accepts the invitation to his flat. She matches his pace, trying to match his casualness despite whatever's bothering her.

Lincoln's eyes narrow, eyes picking up details of her behavior. "Ok…my flat then." He leads her, like he said, not too far away to a nice, but small flat. It's relatively bare. A few frames paintings, a photo of a woman in her 30's are the only things on the wall, the kitchen is fully stocked though. And the entertainment wall is huge. Pushing the door open, he'll glance behind them, unsure if they're being followed, "Welcome to Casa de Linco."

<FS3> Klaudea rolls Alertness: Great Success.

"I'm not being followed, it's not that kind of serious," Klaudea says, disengaging her arm for his. "It's nice," her eyes do look around as she pushes the hood back, her hair is mostly in a ponytail, but it's a disheveled ponytail, mashed down near her templs but with little fly aways from static cling. She uses that one hand to undo her cloak and swing it over her shoulder, wincing as she does. "Do you… know any doctors who won't talk?" she asks hesitantly, her face flushing a deep red as she asks.

Lincoln rolls his shoulders and will close the door. He doesn't seem to relax though, instead watches her as she takes off jacket. He'll lean against his door and rubs a hand through his hair, letting his fingers rumple the product, leaving his hair in waves. "Yeah…oh course I do. Why? What's going on?" There's honest concern in his voice now, and he'll push off the door, stepping towards her.

Unlacing her tunic, Klaudea can't help blushing as she asks him to help her take it off… it's an oversized tunic and probably not hers, and she's trying to guide if over left shoulder using just her right hand, keeping her arm to her body. and trying not bend. As the tunic lifts, with or without his help, there's a bandage that she tried to wrap around herself with one hand, and when they pull the tunic off, her left arm has been holding some gauze padding to her side which is showing a good amount of blood.

Lincoln moves to help, frowning and not happy with the lack of responses he's getting. No comment on the removal of the tunic,but he'll help, careful of the left side. He'll half sigh, half growl, "Oh Knight's Balls…Sit down…now." He'll get her sitting before stepping to the kitchen and grabbing his first aid kit. "What the fuck did you do?" If she can't let her knight know…

Klaudea does sit down as requested. "I think there's still some glass… I told someone they couldn't take something from someone else that didn't belong to them," she says quietly. "I don't want to bleed on your chair," her consideration for his belongings bringing her almost back to her feet.

"Oh for fucks sake! Stay sitting." He'll toss the kit down, "Why aren't you going to the hospital, if you were defending someone, being all knightly n' shit, you should be able to go." Linc's upset, so there's a touch more vulgarity in his speak. He'll motion to make sure it's ok that he starts unwrapping the wound.

Klaudea's cheeks flush again, even with the paleness of her face as she obeys. "I wasn't… they might not have realized I was being all knightly," she replies. "They might not have known who I was, so I left when the Watch came… and let the Watch sort it out." She's looking at the wall opposite Lincoln, keeping her eyes averted as she speaks.

<FS3> Lincoln rolls Medicine: Good Success.

Lincoln's face goes blank as he unwraps her, not giving her any indication if it's as bad as she implied or not. His fingers are steady on her shoulder though and he'll hold her still as he inspects the wound, "Yeah…you still have some glass…" He'll growl slightly again, "I don't have anything that's nearly strong enough to numb this, sorry…" And he'll then pull out the tweezers and such tools to remove the glass and clean the wound. He doesn't talk at all as he does so, this isn't is forte, he needs to focus.

Considering Lincoln's line of employment, Klaudea's muffled groans as she tries to hold back the yelp of pain that wants to escape by clamping her teeth on her lower lip probably aren't going to come as a surprise. Her other hand tightens in a death grip around the seat or arm of the chair, anything that she can find while he cleans it out. Although she's managed not swear or cry out too loudly, there are tears trickling from the corners of her eyes as he works.

Lincoln goes as fast as he can, a soft, "Sorry…I'm hurrying…" Is all he says though. Any glass he pulls is set on the ironically glass end table she's next to. He's ended up kneeling in front of her, working. After stopping , he'll inspect the gashes again and then nod, "All the glass is gone….I have Glue stitches…but it'll leave scars if you don't get this taken care of by a professional…or at least get some good scar cream." He'll pull back some, digging around in his first aide kit before looking up at her to see what she wants.

Klaudea's eyes are shut tight from holding back the pain. "That's fine," she wheezes out, opening her eyes to glance down towards him. "I'm not planning on entering any swim suit contests." She tries a smile, but that is too much effort for the moment, and instead she just waits for him to finish patching her up. "I didn't know you were a medic, too."

Lincoln presses his lips together, not happy with any of this. He'll carefully use every one of his glue stitches , making sure he's minimizing any potential scars. She may not care about scars…Biting off his first retort, he'll stick with, "I'm not a medic. Just good at cleaning up messes." Once he's done with the stitches, he'll move to start wrapping it. "Are you going to tell me what the fuck really happened now?"

There's silence from the girl as she's being wrapped up, and it seems like she isn't going to answer. "Man wanted some medicine a lady needed, and he tried to take it. I told him he couldn't have it. Didn't seem right to attack an unarmed civilian with a weapon, so…" she shrugs. "I knocked him into a heap of garbage. He found a bottle in the garbage."

Lincoln's not buying it, at least that that's it. He'll start to ask something else, then stops himself with a sigh. He'll just continue to wrap her shoulder till it's all done. "That should hold you, for now." He'll turn to grab the used bandages and wrapping from the stitches and moves to throw them out in the trash.

"Thank you, Lincoln," Klaudea says quietly. "I'll buy you some more glue stitches, in case someone else needs your help." Her hand reaches up to brush away at the tears now that he's done. "There are some people that…" she pauses, and clasps her hands in her lap, and hasn't made a move yet to reclaim her tunic and pull it on. "There are some places that my father would disown me if he knew I went there," she tries to explain. "Well… maybe not disown me, but he'd cut off my allowance. And I /really/ need that allowance."

Getting disowned for going somewhere and needing her allowance? "What are you on?" It's a very logical assumption, especially with her not wanting to go to a real doctor. Linc doesn't sound as judgmental as he probably could, at this point. He'll just nod about her replacing the stitches and moves to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

"Excuse me?" Klaudea asks, her eyes opening, then widening as the implication of what he's asking sinks in. She surges to her feet, swaying a bit as her head reminds her that she has lost a bit of blood. Once it passes, she turns to look around for her tunic, moving gingerly with her left arm protecting the side he just put back together.

"Hey! Stop! You're just gonna pop all those!" Now he sounds annoyed. "Don't you dare get all uppity about me asking. You were clearly in a place your family thinks you shouldn't be. You can't tell your knight. You need you allowance. You're not telling me something." He'll thrust the glass of water at her before reaching over for the tunic to help her, "Drink that. Better to keep hydrated, no matter what." He'll not look up as he starts to pull the tunic's sleeve from the inside out it was to right side in. So it'll go on easier…fast…whatever she wants.

Klaudea takes the glass of water to take a long sip. Then she nods. "I see. So you assume that there can't be any other explanation." Her voice is resigned, almost sad, rather than actually angry. She's too worn out to be angry, and after taking another gulp of the water, she holds an arm out obediently to be dressed again.

Lincoln narrows his eyes, "Until you give me a better explanation, yeah. That's what I'm going to assume." He'll take the glass from her and set it on the table. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as he helps her gets dressed. He's not avoiding touching her, but his not making any kind of grab or accidental brushes. Rather professional. "I've asked you twice, and you've given me half answers…." He'll look down at her once the tunic is all the way on, "Do you have somewhere to go? That isn't going to freak out on you for being hurt?"

Klaudea's eyes slide away from Lincoln, and she looks down the floor to the side, her forehead creasing as she thinks. "I told you what I can," she says quietly, then she lets out a sigh. "Maybe it's best you assume that. Maybe Shadow is right. Appear to be what people expect…" she bites her lip and her eyes get bright again, but then she nods her head.. "I'll be fine. I'll just tell them back at the barracks that my side is sore from too much sparring with Sir Thalo. It wouldn't be the first time."

Lincoln's jaw clenches. He shouldn't care. It's mostly aggravating because it's another woman, doing this same crap to him. "That's not…" his hand goes though his hair again, causing it to fall into his eyes now, making him look younger again. He'll shake his head, "ok." Now he sounds resigned. He can only offer help, he can't make any one take it. Ren would be so proud…he's learning….sorta. "Do you want me to walk you back?" He's was so close!

"That's not what?" Klaudea asks, her glance towards him as she picks up her cloak puzzled. She lifts it right handed, trying to turn it right way out so she can pull it back over her shoulders again.

Instinctively, Lincoln moves to help her with the cloak, "Nothing.Let's get you home. Sleeps gonna be the best thing for you." He'll even shake his head indicating it's not a big deal. His face is hard to read though. "Getting in late isn't going to bode well with your cover story." He'll start moving towards the door.

"Neither would staying here all night," Klaudea mentions, that same sad smile beginning then faltering. "Sir Urik understood, I never had to cover…" and then her face twists and she reaches up to grab at the hood and pull it over her head, hiding her face as this time tears start to flow again.

Lincoln opens the door,letting out a soft sigh as he does, "I meant later. We should get you home." He has no idea who Sir Urik is, and doesn't know what she's covering, but isn't going to beg Klaudea to let him in. Ithaca's hurt him enough with this type of mystery can't tell him crap. His jaw tightens again as she starts crying, this time at himself and he'll sigh again, his voice softening, "Sleep will help….Come on." He'll even offer an arm.

She's tired, she's hurt, and now she's just had to remind herself of the knight who trained her for the past six years before he fell fighting Hostiles. She takes his hand arm automatically, and, although she isn't exactly sobbing, the little stumble at times by his side as they walk indicates that the tears aren't exactly letting up, even if she's hiding them in the shadows of her hood. At some point along the road she'll manage to calm herself to speak. "You don't have to go past the Ways. I'll be fine. The barracks are near the waygate." Fine is subjective, but at least she should be able to make it without injuring herself further.

Lincoln lets out a small snort and shakes his head, "it's cool. I'm here and out, might as well see you all the way." He does keeps his eyes open though, just in case. He's walking with a pretty girl, late at night…and she's injured. Better to be safe than sorry.At one point he even slips his off hand into his pocket when he thinks he sees something , but the relaxes. he'll take her all the way to the barracks, if she lets him. He'll take a deep breath, holding it for a moment, "Find someone to talk to. It's…you'll feel better. Doesn't have to be me, just someone." He'll give her a small sad smile and then turn to leave.

Klaudea will actually stop a little before the barracks, but she shakes her head, a hand reaching inside her hood. "There is no one, anymore. Sir Urik… understood what I wanted to do. He helped me. I don't know what Sir Thalo would do. He might agree with my father." She starts to shrug, but the wound at her side halts the motion. "I just have to hang in there until I'm a knight, and I have my own money. Then it won't matter." She pauses, the hood shifting upwards. "Thank you, Lincoln. I'll try not to bother you again."

Yeah…cause none of what she said is making him feel any easier about this. His jaw will tighten and he'll turn back,using his last line of approach for this, "Do you know the best thing about whores?" He'll wait a beat and then offer the answer, "We don't talk. We know secrets that could crumble most of the major Houses, but as part of our job, we don't talk." He'll leave her with that, and a small shrug, "I'll talk to you later, Klaudea."

There's a moment of stunned silence from Klaudea. "I wasn't thinking of you as a whore. I was thinking of you as a friend," she says quietly, and she turns, letting him go.

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