Heartbeat, Heartbreak (Mischa)

[Mischa Badoer]

"Abroad in France for university. That's pretty much the last two years in a nutshell. How about you Mischa? It's been a long time since the two of us hung out with each other."

Mischa laughed. "Oh...I've been just hanging out you know.. same ol' same ol'..... Video games.. comics...killing people." she flinched though the smile was still on her face.. "Bad joke... too soon?"she shrugged. "But wow France... must have been a hoot and a half."

She scratched at her head to comb through the wet tangles of her long hair.

"I miss Europe. Venice was killer... Who knows... maybe I will go back." she shrugged. Though she knew damn right that running away from her wasn't going to be an easy way out. The memories will still haunt her the same as they did now. "What made you come back?"

Hopefully it wasn't obvious she was trying to keep all the attention away from herself.

[Riley Dalton]

"Maybe just a smidge." Riley laughed as he playful punched Mischa on the arm after she had flinched, despite the fact she still had the smile on her face as she shrugged. "Oui oui ma cherié... Nah, I'm just kidding. I was pretty busy with classes that I didn't have much time to stop and do some sightseeing." Riley replied as he casually shrugged his shoulders while Mischa scratched at her head to comb out the tangles from her long wet hair, apparently this house had everything but a simple comb. "Maybe one day the both of us can go on a trip to Europe... ROAD TRIP! I wanna drive!" Riley laughed, as he grinned at Mischa like the little goofball he was.

"... It's complicated." Riley replied, as his grin slowly disappeared from his face, replaced with a small sad smile. No one apart from his grandfather knew that Riley was still searching for his mother after all this time, despite the fact she had disappeared for nearly 5 years now. "... I've been searching for someone for a long time now, ever since she disappeared. I heard she was spotted in San Diego, so I left Long Beach and came here to see if I could find her." If Mischa was trying to divert the attention away from her, she was doing a very good job, since now most of the attention was on Riley. "... I haven't given up on my search, no matter how long it takes, I'll find her..." Mom...

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa listened to his reasons intently... she paid attention to every word even if they were vague. Mischa nodded as if she knew exactly what he meant... though she feel she could not relate. The only person missing from her sight was in plain site.... just.... not... with her.

"Would you like something to drink? Something being water 'cause I'm sure if I have juice or milk it is probably bad..." if he agreed she would leave the living room and head over the kitchen and fetch him some water..... then sit herself back on the couch.

"Well... I hope you find her... and... you can slap me if this offends you... but may I ask who you are looking for?"

Mischa wasn't want to beat around the bush.... what she would do was smack the bush with what ever was in her hand (most likely a mallet) and just get what she was after. Meh... why wait 'til it leaves the bush to give it a good whack?! AFTER ALL...what if it never comes out?

Now enough of bush ranting...

(OOC:...5 in the morning...I want to sleep...but my sore face is forcing me up...)

[Riley Dalton]

Even though Riley had a feeling Mischa couldn't quite relate to what he was saying, it was still comforting to see her nod in agreement. "Sure, I could use some water." Riley replied as he watched her get up and leave the living room, coming back a couple minutes later as he took the glass from her. "Thanks." He said as she sat back down on the couch once more while he parched his dry throat. "Heh heh heh, I don't think I could bring myself to slap you, even if I was offended," Riley laughed, as he placed the glass down on the table, "My mom. She disappeared when I was thirteen, and I've been searching for her ever since, not even dying twice stopped me from looking for her... and finding out who killed my dad... and me... when I was only fifteen..."

Riley looked down, a bit somber, it had been seven years ago that he was mysteriously killed, and to this day, he still hadn't figured out who killed him that night. "Since no one could see me when I was a ghost, it was hard to find out any information, since I couldn't remember anything before I woke up and found out I was a ghost. The only information I learned was what the newspapers that covered the story wrote. Reira... she was the first person who could actually see and talk to me. She was the only friend I had as a ghost." Riley said, as he looked up at Mischa, a small sad smile on his face. "What about you Mischa? I saw you look at that picture on the wall for a long time. Are you searching for someone too? Are you looking for the girl in that picture?"

[Mischa Badoer]

Her question was answered. She felt bad listening to his story...and a pang of sadness at the mentioning of Reira. She had known the girl for so long..had a huge ass crush on her... now she didn't even know where she was. She dropped a lot of her life to be with Kev. But she was hoping Riley would find his mother. It would be cool if Mischa had the chance at finding her mother... though she knew where to look.

The cemetery in Venice.

But finally her attempts at distracting Riley away from her life had ceased when he asked about the photos. Her eyes shot to them.. staring at the beautiful eyes of Kevala Katashi.

"Um... That's Kevala... We were engaged... but some stuff kind of... yeah..This is the first time I was home since..so I didn't get any time to take them down. I want to find her... But I'm afraid she is lost."

She cleared her throat and looked from the picture to the hardwood flooring.

"What are you doing in a few weeks?" she changed it before her eyes started to tear up. She would want to hang out with him... but she will be busy for awhile packing and selling the house.

[Riley Dalton]

Blinking once as he stared rather blankly at Mischa, so she swung that way, he didn't care about but that, but he was rather surprised that she had been engaged to Kevala. Everyone was eloping left, right, and center now. "I know it hurts Mischa," Riley said quietly, as he reached out and gently squeezed Mischa's hand, "But if you love Kevala that much, don't ever give up on finding her. The moment you give up, is the moment you've lost." Smiling comfortingly at her, he would then pull his hand away as she cleared her throat, looking from the picture to the floor. "Except for classes, nothing really," He replied, as he blinked at her in mild confusion, "Why do you ask? Got something in mind?"

Mischa wasn't the only one that missed Reira, Riley missed his best friend badly, and hoped that wherever she was, she was doing alright. Reira... Shaking his head slightly, Riley hopped off the couch, as he looked down at Mischa. "As much as I like this house, I don't think it's exactly livable in it's current state. C'mon, you can stay at my apartment until you get back on your feet, then figure out what to do then." Riley said, as he held his hand out to her, if she took his hand, he would gently pull her off the couch, grinning happily, to break the somber moment. "I'll always have your back Mischa, no matter what... aright?"

[Mischa Badoer]

"But if you love Kevala that much, don't ever give up on finding her. The moment you give up, is the moment you've lost."

Mischa smiled... it was a weak one..but a smile none the less. If he thought she was giving up..he was wrong... very wrong. Mischa was going to keep going back to her... but it was just the fact that she had straight up told Mischa that she had never loved her... That kind of kept her at bay.... but doesn't mean Mischa was going to stop.

"Why do you ask? Got something in mind?"

"Um...yeah... Wondering if you would just wanna go out... to a bar or something..."

So I can drown my sorrow in liquor because it is the only therapy I can think of that doesn't involve getting re-addicted to cocaine...

"As much as I like this house, I don't think it's exactly livable in it's current state. C'mon, you can stay at my apartment until you get back on your feet, then figure out what to do then."she looked up at him..his offering hand held out to her. She smiled thinking if it was a good idea. Yeah..it would be nice to have company... but at certain times she would really want to be alone.... but she supposed she could just spend a few nights at the loft above the pizzeria if she ever just wants to get away from it all. "I'll always have your back Mischa, no matter what... aright?"

"It's not as cool when you're not a ghost boy." she said with a little joke... showing there was still hope for her yet. She would take his hand and get up off the couch. "Here...." she would reach in a bowl of car keys and would grab the specific keys she was looking for. "There should be a truck amongst all the cars in the garage... you can load your bike up and we can get to your place with that...I will want a vehicle..while you do that I will just pack a bunch of clothes."

Mischa would leave him there and go up the stairs. She packed everything she needed in a pretty good time so she sat down and grabbed a picture off the nightstand on what would have been her side of the bed. It was all four of them... Some tears streamed down her soft cheeks as she stared at the picture...before packing that in her luggage as well. She went into the master suit's bathroom and washed her face in water to calm her nerves and reapplied her makeup. Her red eyes now barely noticeable she would leave to the garage with all her stuff packed.

"Can you drive? I'm still a little weak." if he said yes... she would get in the passenger side after sticking the bags in the back seat. "Thanks..." she would say to Riley sincerely.

[Riley Dalton]

Riley knew better than to think Mischa would give up that easily. Even though the girl was an absolute klutz, she was determined to persevere at any goal she had in mind, and that was something Riley could never deny. Love is funny that way. Sometimes, if a person says they don't really love someone, it's because they want to protect that person, so they wouldn't get hurt, but really, they end up doing the very thing they wanted to avoid in the first place. "... Ah, I see. Just send me a text anytime you feel like it." Riley replied, as he nodded his head and hopped up out of his seat, as he saw her look up at him before smiling. "Stuff like that always sounds cooler if you're a ghost." He laughed as she took his hand and he helped her up off the couch. "!?" Was his reaction as she reached into a bowl of car keys and tossed a set of car keys at him unexpectedly, as he barely managed to catch them in his hand. "I'll meet you in the garage then." He replied, as he headed the opposite way and out to the garage.

Walking in, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle, damn, they sure loved their cars. Opening the garage door, he walked over to his motorcycle and began to push it up the driveway to the garage, as he pulled the ramp down at the back of the truck and pushed his motorcycle up into the back of the truck. He then secured his motorcycle down, looking up when he heard footsteps, as he saw Mischa with her luggage. "Yeah, sure, no problem. As long as it's not a manual, we should A-okay." He replied, as he tightened the straps on his motorcycle, doing one last minute check, he climbed out of the back and closed the back area door. He then walked to the driver's side and climbed in, oh good, the truck was an automatic, as he shut the door and placed the key in the ignition. "No problem, c'mon, let's go." He said, as he turned the key and drove the truck out of the garage, as the garage door closed behind them. He then drove down the driveway and out onto the street, as he headed towards his apartment, located in the heart of the city.

Driving in silence, a few minutes later, he pulled into the underground parking lot of his apartment, as he backed the truck into the parking stall reserved for him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He then turned the car off and opened the door, as he climbed out of the car and closed the door. Waiting for Mischa, he would then lead the way to the elevator, as he opened the door and waited for her to go in first, before following in after her. Pressing the button for the elevator, once it came, he would fish his apartment key out of his pocket, and slid it into the key slot and turned it before pressing the button for the very top floor, the penthouse suite. Once they reached the top floor, he would walk out and head to the door, unlocking it and opening the door. "Well, welcome to my humble abode I guess. Make yourself at home."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would rest her head against the window as she watched the street lights pass by. It had gotten late... guess it was an eventful day... Escaping the hospital.... Oh... good idea for staying at Riley's.... they would probably discover her absence.... Well.. this will give her time to get the money ready to bribe the police. They got to the apartment and she followed him into the elevator without saying a word. She was very calm and untalkative....which was sooo not like Mischa. Once they were in his pad she looked around. Pretty spiffy.

"Well, welcome to my humble abode I guess. Make yourself at home." She walked into the house and did a 180 turn to give the place a good look and the turn back to Riley to give him a nod..letting him know she would.

Walking in further she set her bag down against the side of a couch and she would sit herself down... it was the couch she would claim as her bed for how ever long she would be staying with him....

"Nice place." she would clear her throat...some reason feeling awkward. "Have a pillow and blanket I can borrow?" she gestured to the couch... hinting there was nothing on it..though she was sure he had already known that...

[Riley Dalton]

Closing the door behind him with a light click, Riley watched as Mischa did a 180 turn, giving his apartment a good look over, before turning back to him and nodding, well at least she was fine with it. Depositing the truck keys down on the kitchen counter, he saw Mischa set her bag down against the side of the couch before sitting down, as he went into the kitchen get her something to eat, since she probably hadn't had anything to eat, especially after just waking up from a coma. "...? Oh, thanks," He replied, as he looked up from looking inside the fridge as he heard her clear her throat, "Yeah, I do, but I think sleeping in an actual bed in an actual room would be a lot better than the couch, I'm not such a poor university student that I don't even have a guest room." He laughed, as he motioned with his head over at the hallway to the left.

"Straight down that hallway, it's the room on your left. The room to the right is mine, and the bathroom is straight ahead." Looking back into the fridge, he came to the realization... he needed to go grocery shopping soon. "..." Scratching the back of his head, he saw he had a carton of eggs and some vegetables, and he was pretty sure he had a box of macaroni and cheese in the pantry. It wasn't much, but some food was better than no food at all. Man, what a great time to almost run out of food... "Hey Mischa, you hungry? You want anything to eat?" He called out, if all else failed, he could order in pizza or something.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would watch as Riley went into the kitchen as he spoke of the room. Okay... sweet.. a bed. She got up and grabbed her bag to bring her stuff in the room. She followed his directions as she was in the hallway. Mischa shoved her bag in the closet so it wasn't in the way as she heard Riley from the kitchen.

"Hey Mischa, you hungry? You want anything to eat?"

She felt her stomach rumble at the thought of food. Her hand came up to rub her tummy thinking about it.

MMM food.

"Yeah...actually... better than that liquid shit they were probably pumping into me."

She would enter the kitchen as she skimmed through her phone. "Here... call with your phone... just use this number..it's my pizza place..I could really go for his pizza right now..and um... say sorry about my accident...he will probably give you a pizza on the house....and don't mention I'm here...I don't want him knowing I'm up yet."

Mischa would walk back to the couch and sit herself down. Her legs still felt weak. She didn't want to sit she has been resting for God knows how long.. she wanted to do something.. but she was emotionally and physically unstable.

[Riley Dalton]

"Everything is better than the liquid diet." Riley laughed, as Mischa entered into the kitchen, skimming through her cellphone. "Sweet, you own a pizza joint. Why wasn't I informed of this sooner? All those nights I could've gotten a slice of pizza instead of eating box mac and cheese... though there is nothing wrong with mac and cheese." He replied as he pulled his cellphone out of his jeans pocket and peered over at her phone while dialing the number with his thumb. "Free pizza? Sweeet... I mean, uh, yeah, the accident was terribly unfortunate... I'll shut up now." He coughed, awkward moment, as he heard the ringing tone twice before someone picked up. "Um... I'll have a large pizza with..." He said as he listed the toppings he wanted. "Um... I heard about the accident involving Mischa Badoer... I'm really sorry about that... she was a really close friend of mine." He then flipped his phone close, ending the call, as he stowed it back in his pocket.

"It'll be here in about 10 minutes... though you might want to retreat to your room once it arrives. We'd have a lot of explaining to do if someone saw you... when clearly, you're not here, and still unconscious in the hospital." Walking into the living room, Riley teasingly pushed her over, making room for him before crashing onto the couch beside her, as he threw one arm over her shoulders in a teasing manner. "It'll be okay Mischa. C'mon, we'll go out somewhere after okay? Though where, I have absolutely no idea." Riley said, as his brows furrowed in a thinking manner while he leaned back on the couch. A few minutes later, he heard a knock on the door, as he looked at Mischa and nodded slightly. Once she was in her room, he went to the door, and opened it, as he took the pizza from the delivery guy, who said the pizza was on the house. Closing the door, Riley opened the box, the smell of fresh pizza filling the air, before placing it down on the dining table and picked up a slice, as he waited for it to cool down before biting into it. "Daammm... Thaf's good pizza."

[Mischa Badoer]

She felt the arm swing around her shoulder and it was a teasing gesture, but it was comforting for her to feel a touch from someone... "It'll be okay Mischa. C'mon, we'll go out somewhere after okay? Though where, I have absolutely no idea." She smiled then would lay down... her head would be using Riley's lap as a pillow. Her eyes staring off at nothing in particular.

She heard the pizza delivery guy was here... and she would do her part and hide in her room until he was gone. She heard his voice.. it was Todd. He was one of the nicer ones. Shame she couldn't say hi or anything. She left the room to find Riley digging in on the pizza. She reached for a slice and would bite into it knowing full well it would be piping hot. It burned the roof of her mouth, but she ignored it and devoured the stuff as fast as she could.

"Daammm... Thaf's good pizza." Mischa would smile. She had to admit that her pizza place was one of the best places... it just wasn't high end and a lot of people didn't know about it. Once people discovered it... she always managed to get herself regulars.

"Yeah? You should try it when I make it." she said jokingly. She barely ever made the pizza due to balancing out her drama filled life, her other job, and school... but it was her recipe. All she knew how to make was pizza and her famous hot chocolate. She would stack a slice on top of another and she grabbed the bottom one and walk over to the couch with the half eat slice in the other hand that was directing it to her mouth. Damn... she really missed this shit. "Can you get me a glass of....Umm... something preferably not milk." she would say with a sweet smile on her lips as her cheeks bulged with the overload of pizza.

[Riley Dalton]

Leaning back on the couch, Riley smiled back at Mischa as she laid down and used his lap as a pillow. Not exactly objecting to it, he shifted a little, making it even more comfortable for her, as he absentmindedly stroked her head comfortingly... until the pizza arrived. Once the guy had left, Riley immediately bit into a slice of what he called, pizza heaven. "Fo real? I'ed like to try if somedaf." Riley replied, with a mouthful of hot pizza, as he saw her stack a slice on top of another and take the two she had along with the one she already half-eaten with her to the couch. "Hmm? Oh surf," Riley began to say, as he laughed at Mischa, who's cheeks were bulging with too much pizza as she smiled sweetly, before swallowing the mouthful of pizza, "Lemme see what I got in the fridge." Cramming the slice into his mouth, Riley headed into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, looking in.

"I got a bottle of chilled Kahlúa, how's that sound?" Riley called out, as he shifted around some of the stuff in the fridge, seeing if there was anything hiding behind the milk. "Or a bit of vodka, whatever you prefer." Grabbing every drink from the fridge, Riley pulled out a two tall glasses, and poured whatever Mischa wanted into one glass, and poured himself a drink too. "It's not much, but I suppose it'll do." Picking up one glass, he walked over to her and placed it down on the coffee table in front of her. "Cheers." He then grabbed another slice of pizza and began to eat it, washing it down with his drink. If they didn't finish the entire thing, it would make for a good breakfast tomorrow morning. Nothing like cold, leftover free pizza in the morning.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa listened to the choices... Guess it was an alcohol night? She thought it over..and didn't want to get completely drunk... but she supposed she could just enjoy a beverage.

"Um... have milk? I will just have the Kahlúa mixed with that, thanks."

"Cheers,"

Her drink was on the table and her hands were occupied with her three slices of pizza. She lifted the arm that had the two pieces and would acknowledge his cheers, but not saying anything 'cause her mouth was too full to speak.. so she simply smiled instead. Once her first slice was done she would now have a free hand to drink the creamy goodness.

"You are probably gonna get sick of me saying this, but thank you." she said with a small laugh and biting into her second pizza.