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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 5, 2008 2:08:46 GMT -5
“I live in the penthouse of the apartments at the intersection of 29th and Gore. You hang a left here,” she explained, “and follow this road till you get to Gore.” The rudeness of the drivers did little to disturb Cherry. She was a native Chimeran and a New Yorker. Traffic was in her blood.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t get mad. And she was especially prone to rage right now. She waved her scratch-covered arm out the window at the carriage that just cut them off, making several rude gestures. “WATCH WHERE YER GOIN’ YA FUCKIN’ BASTID!” She yelled out the window, before turning, perfectly civil, to Jasper. “Hey, I feel weird askin’, but are you free tonight? I talk a lot of shit, but…I’m kinda scared.” That was a deep, hard-to-make admission for Cherry.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 2:13:56 GMT -5
Jasper gave a small shake of his head, torn between laughing and ducking down in embarrassment. Not that ducking would have done much good. His head already almost brushed the roof of the car.
He sent her a sideways glance at her question. "I'm free," he said after a moment. "I'll stay if you need me to."
Following her directions, he pulled into her lot and turned off the car.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 9, 2008 23:08:05 GMT -5
The sincere smile Cherry tried just hurt her lip, so she stopped trying. “Thank you,” she said through the dishrag held to her face. “Don’t feel obliged or nothin’. I really don’t want to be keepin’ ya from anything.” Jasper was very quiet. Cherry had no idea about what he did off-hours, if he had a girlfriend or maybe even a family.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 9, 2008 23:18:05 GMT -5
He didn't answer, climbing out of the car and opening her door for her, like any proper was-once-aristocratic gentlemen would do. Camilla would be at her apartment, but he wasn't sure she would even notice if he came in late, or care.
They made it up to her apartment and he palmed his gun, glancing at her with a slightly raised brow. "Want me to go in first?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 9, 2008 23:30:52 GMT -5
Cherry nodded enthusiastically. She knew how mobsters functioned. They were not opposed to commit a breaking and entering in order to achieve the slightly more sinister crime of murder. Cherry pulled a key from her coat pocket, unlocked the door, and cautiously pushed it open before making a hasty retreat behind Jasper. “Someone coulda got in through the fire escape,” she whispered, gripping the back of Jasper’s shirt, “it’s connected to the livin’ room window.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 9, 2008 23:47:53 GMT -5
The tiniest hint of a smile hovered at the corners of his mouth when she grabbed his shirt. He checked the fire escape first, sticking his upper half out the window to look down. Next was her bedroom, then her bathroom; he did a thorough run through of all the dark corners, keeping out of her drawers.
"No monsters. No Dreams." He turned around and would have tipped his hat and said ma'am, but he didn't have a hat, and she'd really let him have it if he called her ma'am. "I think you're safe."
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