Murder City {Remake RP}

[spirit_queen]

Rain was very lucky in that Jerome had found her before someone with little moral restraint; he would never take a girl against her will. As it was, he winced as he looked at her feet again, then said, "I should carry you; walking on feet like that would be agony."

[Miranda_]

"If you like," Rain replied, indifferently. "How far is it to the place?"

[spirit_queen]

"Only a few blocks, really," Jerome said. He slipped his arms under her and lifted her up with a grunt; while he wasn't weak, he didn't have an impressive amount of upper-body strength, either, so carrying Rain would hardly be effortless.
"What's your name?" he asked as he carefully made his way back toward his apartment complex.

[Miranda_]

Now that Rain had gotten over her terror filled flight and resulting exhaustion, she realised how much her feet hurt and was glad enough to be carried. She didn't weigh much; she was very thin and not very tall.

"My name is Rain," she replied.

[spirit_queen]

"Huh," he grunted, "Very... natural," he said. He was walking fairly briskly, and they soon came upon the apartment complex. He awkwardly balanced her as he got out his keys and opened the doors in, then immediately hit the button for the elevator.

[Miranda_]

Rain stared in amazement as the elevator came up. She'd never seen anything like this moving silver box that apparently obeyed the commands of the stranger.

[spirit_queen]

Jerome hardly noticed; he shuffled inside with the elevator, hoping beyond hope that no one would come in, seeing him with a bloodied girl in his arms-

As luck would have it, someone joined him in the elevator just as he thought those words. He looked over to see the thin old woman in her 30's-inspired clothing and sighed in relief; Mrs. Johnson was blind as a bat, and more than half-mad, but harmless. She lived with her son, who refused to send her away to a retirement home.

"Why, Jerome, lovely to see you!" she croaked. "And have you finally found yourself a girl? Bout time you did, boyo! You been alone too long; need someone to talk to. I know all about that, of course; without my sonny-boy, I'd've gone mad, myself!" she cackled. "What's 'er name, then? Such lovely red hair. Did you elope? She's in white like a bride, and you're carrying her... it's so sweet! Congratulations to you!"

"No, no, Mrs. Johnson, we're not married. Her name is Rain, and she, ah, twisted her ankle. I'm helping her upstairs, and then I'll wrap her foot," Jerome said.

"Such a sweet boy, you are. Most kids aren't nowadays; seems like all they want to do is party or play on the gadgets."

Throughout this whole conversation, the elevator had surged upward toward the tenth floor, an experience that was likely to be quite novel for the diclonius.

[Miranda_]

Rain was startled, but not frightened; she had seen far worse things in her life before. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant.

[spirit_queen]

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the tenth floor. "Goodbye, Jerome! Have fun with your new girl!" Mrs. Johnson called before strolling off down the hall.

Jerome shook his head. "She's nuts, but harmless," he said to Rain. "No need to worry about her." His arms were beginning to shake as his muscles cramped from holding them in one position for so long; light though Rain was, Jerome hardly made carrying women a habit. He was glad when he made it to his own flat. Again he awkwardly fumbled for his keys and opened the door. He kicked it shut behind him, then gently placed Rain on the couch with a sigh of relief.

The flat belonging to the small du Chateau family was simple and modern, and obviously designer... though Rain would likely not know anything about that. It was fairly roomy for two, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a small dining area inbetween the kitchen and living room, and a pair of glass door leading out from the living room to a balcony.

[Miranda_]

All that registered with Rain was the sheer size of the place. While to most people the flat wouldn't appear to be overly big, to Rain, who had spent her life living in small cells, it seemed enormous.