Corrine has been through worse, if she's honest with herself. The moments and days following the blood red carpet. Her first days in rehab - of detox - of every cell in her body competing for worse agony while her mind finally sobers enough to confront all she'd done. She was quite sure then that she was going to die. This is an altogether other experience. Surreal. It still seems like a scene she's rehearsing. This can't be happen. Its too absurd. This man. Things like this don't happen.
Corrine doesn't try to scream when she's freed from the bag. Its not safe. There'd be some sort of retribution she has no doubt. Her head is throbbing now. Her arms and feet numb from the bounds. She won't succumb. Whatever these men want, she is Corrine Flynn and she's survived this far.
And its the fact that she is Corrine Flynn, not a character she's portrayed that gives Corry the idea. Her own personal bran of defense. She's not used her siren powers since - since she drove a man to death. But what else does she have, here, now? Is it not her most basic instinct to connect with others, make them feel lighter, loved? She never meant to use it to draw one to death. That was a common misconception of lore and a few bad eggs but - maybe she could connect with the man. One of them.
Corrine opens herself up and feels a song resonate. Its an old song, emanating from the old man. Its far away somewhere deep and buried. A childhood lullaby perhaps? But whatever coldness is in his heart, there's a seed of warmth in the melody. She begins to hum it, then turns to him. Voice honey, soothing, drawing both men into her words.
"At least tell me who you are. Please. Introductions seem only proper. Killing is not all of you." She makes sure to look both in the eye with the words.
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Date: 2014-06-19 06:24 pm (UTC)Corrine doesn't try to scream when she's freed from the bag. Its not safe. There'd be some sort of retribution she has no doubt. Her head is throbbing now. Her arms and feet numb from the bounds. She won't succumb. Whatever these men want, she is Corrine Flynn and she's survived this far.
And its the fact that she is Corrine Flynn, not a character she's portrayed that gives Corry the idea. Her own personal bran of defense. She's not used her siren powers since - since she drove a man to death. But what else does she have, here, now? Is it not her most basic instinct to connect with others, make them feel lighter, loved? She never meant to use it to draw one to death. That was a common misconception of lore and a few bad eggs but - maybe she could connect with the man. One of them.
Corrine opens herself up and feels a song resonate. Its an old song, emanating from the old man. Its far away somewhere deep and buried. A childhood lullaby perhaps? But whatever coldness is in his heart, there's a seed of warmth in the melody. She begins to hum it, then turns to him. Voice honey, soothing, drawing both men into her words.
"At least tell me who you are. Please. Introductions seem only proper. Killing is not all of you." She makes sure to look both in the eye with the words.