#fcrgery

          “ everything  you  see,  i’ve  made  myself,  actually.  i  wasn’t  born  into  this,  you  know.  ”  kavinsky  leans  back  in  his  arm  chair  and  smiles,  as  if  reminiscing.  of  what?  there’s  only  violence  in  his  trail,  and  more  violence  tucked  in  the  shadows  he  casts.  “ my  father  was  a  simple  businessman.  until  he  fell  in  with  the  mob,  of  course,  but  he  never  amounted  to  anything... ”  he  waves  his  hand  dismissively,  “ big.  he  was  never  anything  close  to  being  on  top. ”  kavinsky  chuckles,  light,  amused,  his  eyes  fixed  in  the  distance  as  if  reliving  fond  memories  while  he  speaks.  “ i  killed  him.  my  father,  i  mean,  although  i  also  killed  the  previous  boss. ”  only  now  his  hawkish  eyes  find  prokopenko’s  face,  eager  to  read  a  reaction  off  it.  there  is  no  other  reason  he  says  these  things,  there  is  no  reason  he  should  know  except  to  know  kavinsky,  to  know  what  he  is  capable  of.  is  he  impressed?  scared,  even?

        god, chrissy wished she wasn’t there.  she hasn’t   been in the mood for any huge social events ever since that... whatever it was she saw in the bathroom.  ( even a while before that, but chrissy wasn’t ready to admit it yet ).  the queen of hawkins high just had to make an appearance at a party, though.  so there she was, sitting with a coke that’s gone warm in her hands and wanting the night to end, or even for some cops to come and bust the party so that she could slip away.  “this party isn’t fancy enough to have wine just laying around,”  chrissy tells him, chuckling softly.  “and if it did, i still think people would make a beeline for the keg.”

FINALLY  A  QUIET  MOMENT!  these  are  hard  to  come  by.  ever  since  he  arrived,  it's  been  nonstop  broadway  shows.  elia  loved  the  first  one,  liked  the  second,  enjoyed  the  third,  and,  after  that,  they  all  started  to  blur  together.  he  couldn't  even  appreciate  the  last  one,  because  he  accidentally  saw  the  price  on  his  ticket  and  the  knowledge  that  sienna  spent  $959  on  his  ticket  —  over  $2,000  between  the  two  of  them,  if  you  include  the  fees  —  ruined  his  experience.  

this  was  a  mistake.  he  wants  to  go  home.  he  should  have  stayed  in  boston.  he  shouldn't  have  let  adam  drag  him  here.  sofia  was  right  ;  of  course  the  offer  wasn't  as  good  as  it  seemed.  rich  people  don't  simply  ask  their  friends  over  to  their  expensive  mansions  in  gotham  out  of  the  goodness  of  their  hearts.  there's  always  an  agenda,  and  elia  is  caught  in  the  worst  agenda  possible.  thankfully  the  exhaustion  has  finally  caught  up  to  sienna,  which  means  he  finally  gets  a  moment  to  himself.  he  steps  into  one  of  the  many  sitting  rooms,  and,  just  his  luck,  it's  occupied.  nikolai  is  there.  here  —  out  of  all  the  sitting  rooms  in  this  unholy  mansion.  still,  elia  doesn't  want  to  be  rude  (  considering  he  is  the  guest  )  and  nikolai  is  the  one  he's  gotten  the  least  opportunities  to  speak  to,  so  he  smiles  politely  and  sits  down  on  a  very  comfortable  seat.  

          ❛  soooooooo.  ❜  kay  sprawls  across  the  couch,  pinching  her  nose.  this  is  the  worst  day  of  her  life  (  and  she's  had  quite  a  long  life  and  quite  a  few  bad  days  ).  thing  is,  she  hasn't  experienced  illness  in  a  long  time.  she's  devastated  that  the  weirdo  freak  of  a  sister  managed  to  make  her  (  and  everyone  else  in  this  house  )  SICK.  kay  has  a  COLD.  her  nose  is  stuffed,  she  can't  taste  shit  (  literally  )  and  her  body  aches.  her  stomach  is  sore  from  coughing  (  she  didn't  even  know  she  could  cough  )  and  her  nose  is  rubbed  raw  from  wiping  it  incessantly.  in  summary,  kay  wants  to  die  (  even  if  she's  already  dead  ).    

but  at  least  she's  sick  in  luxury.  wayne  manor  is  her  favorite  place  to  crash,  and  if  she  has  to  be  sick  somewhere,  of  course  she  picked  here.  it's  the  early  afternoon  and  mostly  everyone  is  lying  on  their  own  couch  in  misery.  that's  the  plus  of  having  a  supermassive  living  room.  delphi's  on  her  own  couch,  fast  asleep,  the  weird  horse-thing  is  on  another  couch,  and  niki's  on  the  couch  across  from  kay,  awake.  she  doesn't  know  where  his  pet  human  is,  but  maybe  it's  also  sick,  since  humans  get  sick  so  very  easily.  kay  stretches,  but  that  sends  waves  of  soreness  through  her  arms  and  legs,  and  she  groans.