Hanging with Jerry and Dean

Her first reaction was to pull back, her second was to put on the cheerful mask, her third was to remark that she wasn't the only person with skeletons in her closet, and the fourth, and winning reaction, was to appologize. "I'm sorry Donovan. I guess my arm really hurts." she said quietly, slightly taken aback by the sudden stony quality to his voice. She slipped into the mantle of cheerful Nikki quickly and seamlessly, no longer dull or tired, but bouncy and bubbly. She inwardly winced, not too sure how well he'd take her sudden shift, but it didn't show, and even her eyes were happy.

She dashed past him, to a corner, and paused, looking over her shoulder at him, hoodie falling from her head with the sudden movement. "Left or right?" she questioned, before stooping to pick up the hoody, and replace it to where it had been on her head.

Nikki glanced up at him, looking very girlish and cheerful. "Not to worry. I don't hold it against you." she gave him a friendly hug, with one arm, and smiled, the smile making her eyes twinkle. Then she dropped her arm and rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before lifting it and dancing away from him. "Now, are you going to tell me at least the direction we're going, or must I be forced to go with you blindly?" she raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling teasingly.

She placed her good hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to answer. The emotional shift was amazing, and appeared completely and totally authentic, for even her body language said so.

She kept the mantle, until he asked for another kiss. Then it disappeared, leaving behind dark anger. She looked at him very directly, eyes not dull, but rather firey with anger, and when she spoke, her words were very tightly controlled, "Have a nice day."

With that, she turned from him, removing her hoody from her head and tying it around her waist one handedly. Her steps were even controlled, and thus she was moving far slower than she would have, had she not just broken her arm.

She paused in her stride for a moment to look at him darkly. "No," she stated, her voice still controlled, even in that one syllable, 'you've given me no reason to trust you, so I don't.' she added mentally. Then, she phased through him. Phasing through another human being felt like walking through cobwebs for her, so once she was out the other side of him, she brushed her arms off, but still kept walking.

She whirled on him, shoving him into the wall, channeling her anger into that one push. With that one shove, it was obvious that she was far stronger, physically, than she looked. She grasped the collar of his shirt tightly, desperately struggling for control over her emotions, and the struggle was apparent on her face. "I don't trust people. And I don't like people. They have a tendancy to die, or to kill my friends or to.." and then she froze, realizing what she'd just said.

Her hand dropped to her side. And there she stood in silence, unable to speak, or move, cursing herself for being so stupid. Her arm started to throb, and she closed her eyes, trying not to cry.