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Post by Jules on Aug 17, 2008 19:33:24 GMT -5
"Why? It's not so bad. It's not bad at all. Have you even ever met Jack?" She asked softly, still not looking at him. Was she really going to be stuck here for so long? She'd go stir crazy, there had to be a way out.
"I wouldn't really tell." She tried, but even she knew she was lying. How couldn't she? What if the bombs went off and hundreds of people died all because she'd been too afraid of some stone lady? That would not have sat well with the Dream.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 19:37:15 GMT -5
"No." He grunted. "And I don't plan to."
He turned his head, a slight smile on his lips. "Yes, you would." His eyes turned sad and he fiddled with the holster of his gun. "Our loyalites lie on different sides. We're at an impasse."
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Post by Jules on Aug 17, 2008 19:44:44 GMT -5
"He's not a bad man. He loves his children. He helped me when I really needed it. Your loyalties are misguided." She didn't say it harshly though, she hardly thought she had a chance of changing his mind with a few words.
She stood, slowly and began to look around. "Is there somewhere to sleep down here, besides the cement floor?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 19:48:15 GMT -5
He looked around the room and for the first time it hit him: How long did they plan to keep her? They couldn't let her go unless they had a guarantee they wouldn't land in prison, and Jasper wouldn't let Diaspro kill her. The uncertainty was like a raincloud suddenly passing over them.
"No. I'll bring you something."
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Post by Jules on Aug 17, 2008 19:53:24 GMT -5
"Well could you bring it now?" She snapped, glare back full-force. "I'm tired." She muttered. If they were going to keep her here for indefinite amounts of time, they could at least make her comfortable (even Camilla was a bit too naive to think they'd go so far as to kill her).
She punched a wall in a moment of frustration. Well, she'd been feeling frustrated and angry ever since they'd thrown her down here, and she didn't really have a way of dealing with it except being rude to Jasper and trying to hurt cement walls. She heard something crack and frowned, although for some reason she didn't feel the pain.
"What are you waiting for?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 20:01:19 GMT -5
Jasper mentally rolled his eyes. One more bossy, demanding woman to deal with. He stood to his feet, but paused when she punched the wall. He frowned. He had distinctly heard something crack, and going by the flawless rock surface of the cement wall, it had been her hand.
He approached her, ignoring the question, and grabbed her hand without asking. "Did you just break your hand?" he asked, smoothing a thumb gingerly over her knuckles.
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Post by Jules on Aug 17, 2008 20:11:30 GMT -5
"No. I split a knuckle. I'm the doctor here. It's fine." She said, pulling her hand away. There was nothing you could really do for a split knuckle anyways. "Would you just go get me something to sleep on?" It wasn't that difficult a request, was it? Or was he really going to make her sleep on the floor?
"Just, please."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 20:17:43 GMT -5
"Fine," he said gruffly, putting the hand that had just touched hers in his pocket. He jogged up the stairs, quickly, so she wouldn't time to drive that knife in his back and make her getaway, and opened the door.
He already knew he wouldn't find any extra bedding. They were hardly running a hotel service. He pulled the mattress off his own bed and hauled it beneath his arm, back down to the basement. It was a tricky business getting it down the stairs, and locking the door behind him, but somehow he managed. He let it drop on the middle of the floor, sheets and blankets and all, and tossed the pillow at her.
"Anything else?"
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Post by Jules on Aug 17, 2008 20:29:29 GMT -5
She caught the pillow and let it drop onto the mattress. "Thank you." She muttered and walked around to the other side of the bed, spreading out the blankets properly, making it up. But once it was made she seemed to notice how futile the effort was. It was a mattress in the middle of a cement floor in a shack of the place she was being kept hostage.
She sank onto the bed and buried her face in her hands, her shoulders beginning to shake with silent sobs.
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