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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 7, 2008 22:40:47 GMT -5
Cherry pulled the Model T to a smooth stop outside the gates of the prison. She adjusted her little eggplant-colored cloche hat and checked her reflection in her rear-view mirrors. With a final application of lipstick, she strutted up to the intimidating front door of the Rissa and knocked on it without hesitation, like it was any old residence. Never mind that this building contained the worst crooks in the whole subconscious, or that Cherry’s already petite frame was absolutely dwarfed by the frightening façade of the prison.
She made sure the things she was smuggling in were tucked securely into her emerald green garter: a love letter, a newspaper clipping about the anniversary of some heist Brolly had pulled, and, of course, a packet of smokes. She could hide several things on her thigh without looking suspicious. It was one of her many talents.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 7, 2008 22:49:51 GMT -5
Danny's heart peetered out in time with the dying engine of the Model T. He offered a timid little prayer up to whatever deity he had yet to believe in and peeked out his tower window.
Right on time, mused Hat.
Why me, why me. Danny hastily drew the curtain and then slipped down the stairs, as quiet as a wraith. He pressed a palm to the door, listening closely, barely daring to breathe. Maybe if he ignored her, she'd go away.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 7, 2008 23:35:10 GMT -5
Cherry knocked again, this time turning around her shamrock-shaped ring and using it to amplify the sound of her knocks. “Look, y’ bastid, y’ aren’t foolin’ anyone. I know yer there, right behind the door. It’s not like you’ve got a sweetheart yer out entertainin’. Open uppp.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 7, 2008 23:40:56 GMT -5
Hat laughed uproarously in Danny's head. Hat always found Cherry so deliciously dirty.
Danny frowned sulkily. One day maybe he would have a sweetheart, and then wouldn't she feel dumb. He grabbed the stool by the door and dragged it over. If he stood on it, and then on his tiptoes, he could see out the peephole above the knocker.
"You were here four days ago," he said, in a rather paltry attempt at sounding annoyed. "He's exactly the same. I checked."
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 8, 2008 0:00:44 GMT -5
“So were you, but you do not see me complainin’ now do ya, wise guy?” Cherry stepped back a few feet from the door, so Danny could see the full extent of her irritation as she tapped her tiny crocodile heel against the floor. Did they really have to go through this every time?
“Look, I just want ta see my man is that so much to ask? I do not know what I have done to make you dislike me so much. I am a perfectly nice dame, and y’know, I would rather not be here all the time, but it is hard bein’ a single goil, runnin an entaprise on her own. Buisness ain’t exactly boomin’ if you want to know the truth, I mean honestly, look at this,” Cherry pulled up the skirt of her little dress (careful not to reveal the various papers or the tiny garter pistol she was hiding) to reveal a rather obvious run in her nylons. “We used to be loaded, and now do you see how I have to lead my life? Do you see? I cannot even spring for a new pair of stockings. That is what the woild has come to.”
Cherry let her shoulders slump visibly. This guilt trip thing was a new approach, but she found that it came quite easily. “Anyways, I would not be half as rude to you if you came into my place of woik. I’d give you a drink on the house, even.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 8, 2008 22:06:34 GMT -5
Siiiiiiiiiiiiighhh.....
He shifted uncomfortably on his stool, gazing out at her, his brow furrowed in indecision.
"What if..." he offered slowly, "I buy you a new pair of stockings instead, and send them to you."
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 8, 2008 23:25:43 GMT -5
“Oh, that would be lovely, if you’d do that, what a nice fella,” Cherry muttered, suddenly grenadine-sweet. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes with the back of her hand and got as close to the door as possible, suddenly gaining back the ferocity she had temporarily stowed away.
“But I sweah t’ Gahd, I will get in theyah and I will see my boyfriend. I will stay here all week if have to. You’ll find I’m a very determined broad,” As if to demonstrate, she brushed off the ground immediately in front of the door and took a seat. “I’ll be like fuckin’ Ghandi. He protested and all, right?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 9, 2008 0:11:37 GMT -5
With her sudden close-in of the door, and consequently peep-hole, Danny emitted a squeak of surprise and fell off the stool.
Impressive. She beat you up from outside.
He picked himself off the ground and retrieved his ejected carpal bone, blowing the dust off and fitting it back in place. He (very carefully) climbed back up on the stool, ignoring Hat's comment, and peeked out to see her sitting in front of the door.
Great, now he was imprisoned too. It would all be a matter of who could last the longest without food and probably he would lose first.
A few moments of shuffling and tinkering later, and the door creaked open, revealing a very put-upon prison keep. "Fine," he surrendered.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 9, 2008 0:48:03 GMT -5
“Oh, you’re swell, Bones! Absahlutely swell,” Cherry exclaimed, leaping to her feet in a flurry of swinging beads and fringe. In one fluid motion, she pulled out a cigarette from her purse, lit it, and patted Danny’s cheek with her other hand as she brushed past, like she owned the place. She was over here often enough.
“But whyevah are you so adamant about not lettin me in? Surely I am not that much of an annoyance. And if I am, ya know ya could just let my Brolly out, and ya’d nevah have ta see me again,” She made the same proposal every time, but she thought it was worth one more shot.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 11, 2008 1:44:26 GMT -5
Surely you are, he would have said, if he had been in possession of some guts.
He followed her in and down the corridors. She knew the way as well as he did by now. "Or," he said, "I could lock you up too, and then you could be roommates and see each other every day."
He took the keys out of his jacket pocket, fiddling with them nervously in his hands, counting in his head the doors until the reached "her Brolly".
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 13, 2008 21:00:42 GMT -5
“HA. So you’ve got jokes now, huh?” Cherry laughed over her shoulder, blatantly ignoring comments from several of the creepier inmates. This was old hat by now. “Anyways, ya couldn’t lock me up I have not done a thing wrong in my life. Never, not one. Except maybe love just a little too much. And sometimes I hit the liquor just a little too hard, ya know? I’m like a character from one of them Shakespeare plays: completely tragic.” She put on a very good show of being angelic, but it just made her look like even more of a silent movie siren.
“Is that my little Cherry I hear?” came a gruff, very Irish voice from cell 317.
“BABY!” Cherry screeched, running the remaining yard-or-so between her and her boyfriend’s cell. With a good deal of effort, the gangster and his moll proceeded to try and suck face through the bars of the cell. One would think they hadn’t seen each other in years, though they saw each other basically bi-weekly. Cherry pulled back for a second, her black-red lipstick smeared, to glance over her shoulder at Danny.
“Oh, ya can leave now.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 15, 2008 0:20:12 GMT -5
Face mottled red, Danny nodded hastily, leaving the hallway without a word. He didn't want to stick around and watch them make out.
He made it halfway down the hall before Hat reminded him, Suppose she slips him something and the escape?
Danny bit his lower lip. Suppose that did happen, what would he say... that he was too shy to stand guard? Vince wouldn't even let them kiss, Jack would go back, so would Simon. Johnny might even enjoy it.
Setting his chin, he turned on his heel and came back, trying to look determined and menacing. "I'm sorry," he announced his presence (in perhaps one of the lesser declarations of macho-ness). "But I can't leave you alone. Rules."
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 15, 2008 22:32:01 GMT -5
Cherry and Brolly both looked rather shocked for a few seconds. Was that…defiance? Cherry was the first to get over it. She shrugged and blew a smoke ring in his general direction, going back to macking on her man through the bars with little more than a “Suit yourself,” as a warning.
They seemed to get even steamier when provided with an audience. Cherry slipped her skinny little leg between the bars; Brolly slid his hand up her thigh. It was a routine they had all worked out. Under the guise of feeling her up, he would slip whatever she had tucked into her little satin garter into the sleeve of his shirt. Today was intended to be no different. With a slight of hand that was obviously perfected from centuries of crime, he slipped the pack of cigarettes and the newspaper clipping into his sleeve with ease, but a tiny, perfume-soaked envelope fluttered to the floor. Neither of them noticed.
It was a love letter, made obvious by the little hearts all over the envelope. Folded into the letter was a little black and white photo of Cherry (in lingerie) and a razor blade. Normal love letter things.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 15, 2008 23:28:36 GMT -5
Danny pulled the brim of his hat lower over his eyes (all the way over his eyes, really), and tried to only glance at them as little as possible, but still be considered "keeping watch." On one of these particular looks of bravery, he noticed the little letter on the ground. The two lovebirds hadn't.
Contraband? In his prison? Not today!
Only, he didn't know how to get it. He didn't want to get two inches near Cherry's dangerously exposed leg. Thinking quickly, he unscrewed his hand and let it scurry over by the heel not wrapped around the mobster, pluck the letter between pinky and thumb, and then scurry back on two fingers.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 16, 2008 0:28:11 GMT -5
Cherry broke away from her beau once again, wiping her lipstick from his face with a handkerchief pulled from her little kiss-lock purse. They whispered a couple of saccharine-sweet nothings to each other, before Cherry unwound herself from the bars and turned to go, blowing a kiss over her shoulder at Brolly.
As if frozen by the sight of her letter in Danny’s hand, Cherry stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand flew immediately to her thigh, shocked that the letter wasn’t there. Her eyes grew wide and she bit down on the inside of her lip. “Shit. Give ‘at here, would ya? It fell outta my purse, I’m headin to the post office after this.” Sometimes she forgot that she was a bad actress.
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