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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 5, 2009 1:04:47 GMT -5
Hat didn't have an answer for that. A fairy godmother was a pretty close relation, and there was no way to prove if she was or wasn't. Besides, Danny didn't want to distrust Camilla.
"Okay, come on," Danny said, and led the way to Brolly's cell.
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Jasper tried to remember the layout of the prison in his mind, and where Camilla had pointed out James and Diaspro's cell. Left... up one flight of stairs... three cells down. Maybe?
A hand came over his shoulder and down his chest, stopping his movement.
Diaspro.
He didn't know why he thought of her-- he knew she was in her cell.
"Where you going?" a soprano voice sang. He turned. Stone. That's why he had thought of Diaspro. The girl in front of him-- scanitly clad and flowing, almost-- was made of stone.
One of the Seven Deadly Sins. Shit.
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Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 1:09:53 GMT -5
When Camilla reached Brolly's cell, she hurried up to the mobster and smiled at him. "Cherry sent me. She's sick. How've you been?" She tried very hard to give the man a meaningful look so that he wouldn't go shooting off his mouth about having no idea who she was.
Brolly raised an eyebrow, and she tensed, but relaxed seconds later when all he said was, "Another hangover?"
Camilla laughed like they were old friends and this a good joke. She started up an aimless flow of chatter about the restaurant, and the chef, who she was careful not to name, and how Cherry got into a bit of a fight but how she'd fixed the scars. Brolly just kind of sat there, listening, looking vaguely amused. Camilla was hoping to bore Danny enough that he at least looked away. Part of the ceiling collapsing on the opposite side of the prison from where Jasper was would make a good distraction.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 5, 2009 1:18:33 GMT -5
Jasper said nothing and moved past Lust. He was close to their cell, he was pretty sure.
"You're breaking someone out," Lust sang. "That's naughty. I should punish you."
"How come you found him first?" Greed complained, her stone form materializing next to Lust. "Hey, you. With the gun. I like that gun. If you give it to me, maybe I'll let you go."
Move. Faster.
When he came upon what he hoped was the right cell, there was a note of desperation to his voice. "Diaspro! James?"
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Well, it looked like Hat had been wrong. Nothing but the usual 411 for Brolly. Though, Danny suspected the usual 411 was usually something else entirely. He waited patiently, rocking back on his heels, stifling a yawn.
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Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 1:24:25 GMT -5
Diaspro was the first one to poke her head out, James' coming hesitantly from across the aisle. A bright smile broke over both their faces at seeing Jasper, and Diaspro seemed to push a weight off her shoulders with a relieved sigh. "We didn't know if you'd realize." Neither of them could recall if they'd left evident signs of a struggle.
"Do you have a way of getting us out?" James chirped excitedly. Prison did not agree with him, even the short time he'd been in it.
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Camilla began pulling thinks from thin air, struggling to come up with more inanities to inform Brolly of. Soon enough, though, the man caught on and began relaying things he'd liked passed on to Cherry.
Some of the things made her blush, not because it was embarrassing but because she couldn't exactly imagine herself relaying that message to Cherry. Especially if she was expected to include that eyebrow waggle. She shot a surreptitious glance at Danny, but he was still too watchful to not notice her pulling out her wand.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 5, 2009 1:32:03 GMT -5
"I'm making it up as I go," Jasper admitted, a shade apologetic. "Camilla is distracting the prison keep, I don't know for how long. We have luck and success on our side and that's mostly the extent of our plan."
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The conversation took a decidedly dirty note and Danny blushed red under his grayish skin and looked away, tipping his hat down his face.
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Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 1:38:48 GMT -5
As Brolly kept talking and Danny finally pulled his hat over his head, she slipped out her wand, keeping it in front of her, carefully hiding it from view with her body. Twirling the tip, there was a shot of glitter and she put it away again, Brolly going on about things she would never ever tell Cherry. She clued in at that moment. He had a knowing smile when she met his eye. He was doing her a favor by talking so frankly, he'd known how Danny would react. She mouthed the words "Thank you." Just as a loud, jarring crash sounded from the south of the prison.
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Diaspro heard the crash and thought quickly. It was far enough away that it would call attention elsewhere while she tried this. Placing her hands on two bars, she heaved them sideways. Her stone creaked, the metal moaned and if she sweated, she'd be sweating bullets.
Slowly, too slowly for her taste, the metal warped under her grasp. It took a while for it to be thick enough for her to slide through and they waited, tense in the hall, to see if the noise would call something down on them.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 7, 2009 0:48:16 GMT -5
After several beats had passed, Jasper remembered to take a breath. "I don't think anyone heard us," he said, a bit surprised.
Lucky. With an avenue for success.
"Let's hurry," he said, and ushered both of them down the hall. Where was Camilla? He tried to urge a little panic into creation, to somehow communicate with her.
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Danny's eyes widened at the sudden crash. "What was that?!"
"Hurry," Hat commanded, "Ask the Sins on the way, they'll know."
And Danny took off at a run without bothering to say goodbye to Camilla.
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 1:03:41 GMT -5
James and Diaspro followed after Jasper with a spring in both their steps. James felt as though the titanic had been lifted from his shoulders although Diaspro was feeling a little pathetic at having been caught and rescued again. She assumed Camilla was around here somewhere...
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The moment Danny was out of sight, she thanked Brolly profusely, granted him a wish for a fine bottle of Cognac and was off, running towards Jasper. She rounded a corner, and another and another, and almost ran smack into him. When she saw they were free and unharmed and he was okay, a big smile broke out.
"Okay, come on. Danny's investigating the ceiling I made fall. We have about ten minutes left before my wish runs out."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 7, 2009 22:23:21 GMT -5
Once again, the only thing that prevented the collision, was luck. Not that he noticed-- he was too relieved to see her, returning the smile almost without thinking.
"We only need two," he said. "Unless the door refuses to let us out, which it won't, unless Danny issues a breakout shutdown, which he won't, unless he notices Diaspro and James are gone."
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 22:39:51 GMT -5
It did take them only two, and the moment they were out of the Prison's oppressive force (i.e across the street) Camilla poofed them all back to just outside the cave Diaspro and James had been inhabiting.
She took a deep breath, looked around, and couldn't contain a happy yelp at their success. James just looked disoriented and incredibly, puppy-dog happy. And Diaspro grumbled a thanks and ordered James to collect their belongings.
"We'll have to find YET ANOTHER place to hide." She grumbled loudly and then turned to Jasper, "Don't worry, we kept your sleeping bag. Did you need anything from where you were staying? We should head out soon."
Camilla looked away, tempted to just poof out of the scene altogether. But a certain alcohol's words rang in her head, and she stayed put, although she wasn't breathing so easily.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 7, 2009 23:46:28 GMT -5
Jasper hesitated. He hadn't considered that he would be leaving Camilla's apartment. Though, it made sense. He did have money saved, which was the point of him living in the city to begin with, and they hadn't fared so well without him.
"I-- yes."
At last, he looked at Camilla. He wasn't sure what to say, or what the right choice was in this situation. He did know he didn't like the idea of living anywhere that meant he wouldn't see her for long periods of time.
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 23:56:52 GMT -5
Camilla's face sunk into an icy expression it had not used in a long time. It felt sad to settle herself into pretending indifference again. "Yes, of course. We won't be long." She took Jasper's hand despite herself, and in the blink of an eye, they were back at her flat. Stepping away from him, she hurried to the closet and pulled out a couple of plain duffle bags. She passed him again on her way to the kitchen, handing him one as she did.
"Get your clothing." She said curtly and proceeded to empty her cupboards of food, placing everything she thought would be useful into the bag. When she thought he wasn't looking, she dumped the considerable chunk of cash from her take out jar and the contents of her wallet inside as well. The frantic movement was not helping her keep her indifference in place and she had to stop for a moment to take a deep breath so she wouldn't start tearing up. "Blankets!" She cried, almost desperately and started gathering extra blankets she could easily donate to him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 8, 2009 14:41:43 GMT -5
He kept the duffel bag clutched in his hands, watching as Camilla darted around her apartment, wondering if he should feel offended at the speed in which she packed him up and sent him off.
He caught up with her as she started piling blankets at his feet, and closed his hand over her wrist mid-motion. "Stop, for a minute," he said, tipping his head slightly to study her face.
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Post by Jules on Jan 8, 2009 18:50:52 GMT -5
Camilla looked up at him and struggled to keep her face smooth. "Yes?" She asked him, "Something wrong?" She hated herself for being so cold, she wanted to reach out to him, and she was trying to make herself reach out to him, but it was difficult.
She sighed and braced herself, I don't want you to go. But the words wouldn't come. So she tried for her Ice-Queen smile again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 8, 2009 23:53:24 GMT -5
"Yes, something's wrong," he said, a bit irritably, since nothing seemed to be wrong with her, unless you counted cool indifference as wrong.
"I'll... miss you," he finished, with a lot less warmth than he originally intended.
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