The portal tore open, and Odette bolted through it. She didn't stumble in her step as she hit the ground running, nor did she bother to check and see if the portal would close behind her. Her teeth were grit in a tightly held frown as she ran for what immediately looked like it would bring the most cover--the game booths that caught her eye--as she haphazardly re-holstered the gun in her hand back into the band she'd hidden under the waistband of her joggers.
W̴h̵y̴y̵y̸y̸y̵ ̶a̷r̷e̸ ̸y̶a̴ ̵r̵u̶n̵n̶i̷n̸'̶ ̵s̸o̶ ̴f̵a̴s̴t̴?̵ ̸Y̵o̸u̶'̵r̶e̴ ̸g̵o̸n̴n̵a̷ ̶g̸i̸v̶e̷ ̶y̴o̷u̷r̷s̶e̸l̴f̵ ̷a̷ ̵h̵e̷a̷d̷a̸a̷a̵a̵a̵c̸h̷e̸.̴
The voice in her head caused her to grunt as she skidded around a corner, but she didn't have enough time to provide an adequate answer. Maybe if she hid fast enough, that jackhole of a human being--or whatever he was--wouldn't catch her in time and would be on his very merry way. Though, she wouldn't be surprised if it were already too late and he was already here, in which case...she'd have to just play along as normal. A pain in the ass, but she'd make it work. She always did.
Her eyes locked on an open darts game, and without thinking twice, she vaulted over the front of it and fell to a squat behind the counter, out of view of whoever might have witnessed her sprinting. Her eyes slipped shut, and she allowed her head to hang as she caught her breath.
M̶m̷m̸m̶m̸m̸m̶,̷ ̷y̷o̸u̴ ̴d̷i̵d̵n̸'̶t̵ ̶b̵r̵i̸n̵g̵ ̴a̶n̷y̴ ̴p̶i̶l̷l̵s̷ ̴w̸i̶t̵h̷ ̸y̶o̴u̸ ̸d̷i̵d̷ ̷y̵o̴u̶?̸ ̷I̵ ̵b̸e̷t̶ ̷w̷e̴'̶r̶e̷ ̵g̶o̵n̸n̷a̵ ̶h̶a̵v̸e̶ ̸a̵ ̴b̷a̵a̴a̶a̵d̷ ̴t̵i̵m̶e̸ ̵t̸o̶d̸a̸y̵.̸ ̶
"Shut up," she said quietly, between her shallow breaths. "You know as well as I do that I condition myself to sprint if need be."
"I guess that comes in handy sometimes."
The voice caused a surge of fire to run up her spine, and her eyes snapped open. The immediate wrath she felt almost drove her to reach for her gun, but instead, she allowed her shoulders to deflate and a toothy smile to cross her lips as she looked over her shoulder.
Dorien, always dressed to impress in whatever designer brand clothing he'd chosen to wear today, leaned against the back wall of the booth, shining his nails on his Gucci print shirt.
When they made eye contact, he offered a wry smirk just before casting his eyes down to stare at his nails. He couldn't look at her for very long before his knees started to get weak.
Now would be a good time as ever to bash her head in. What the absolute fuck are you waiting for?
Dorien resisted every urge to frown at the Envy 'mon's voice in his head. Always jumping a damn gun, some of which he felt like he had no damn choice to follow.
Patience, he thought back. I'll figure it out in due time.
No you won't. Your feelings about Venira's host are too intense, and it's turning you into a complacent fucking pansy.
That time, he cringed. Odette took notice and tilted her head to the side.
"What's the matter, Dory?" she asked in the shrill bimbo voice she'd come to perfect and hate. "Was I running too fast for you?"
Dorien forced a smile and shook his head easily. "Never. I'll always catch up to you," he said sweetly. It still managed to sound like a threat.
Odette nodded once as she ground her teeth together.
Y̶o̷u̴ ̶s̵h̵o̷u̵l̸d̸ ̵d̴e̶f̷i̸n̸i̴t̴e̵l̵y̷ ̴s̴h̶o̵o̵t̶ ̵h̴i̷m̶ ̵n̷o̸w̸.̸ ̶R̴i̸g̸h̴t̷ ̴b̵e̶t̴w̷e̷e̴n̴ ̶t̴h̶e̴ ̷e̶y̵e̷s̸.̶ ̶
At some point. You calm your ass down, she thought back.
"Forever the romantic you are, hm?" she giggled out loud.
Today was going to be a long, long day.