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Post by Goblin on Dec 11, 2011 23:31:45 GMT -5
He blinked and gave her an odd look. "How am I?" It was a question only Wraith and Cav had bothered to ask him lately, and it was especially surprising coming from Sammie.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 11, 2011 23:35:11 GMT -5
"Okay, I guess we're not sharing, then," she muttered under her breath as she hid under the covers. They were going to be working together and she figured they might as well get acquainted. That was all she was trying to do, nothing else. Or so she told herself.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 11, 2011 23:37:55 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, but flopped onto the bed beside her, leaning back against the pillows. "I want to wring his neck with my bare hands," he said conversationally. "And I'm worried about what Riddle's up to. And whether my sister's noticed I'm gone yet." And whether Maggie's found my goodbye gifts. "How are you?" He definitely wouldn't be the only one who shared.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 11, 2011 23:43:07 GMT -5
"I'm tired," she said simply, glancing over at him. Compared to Goblin, she didn't have a lot of people to worry about or even care about. That was the first thing she learned when she started under Eastman's wing. "And I'm trying to remember how we came in from the front door."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 11, 2011 23:52:48 GMT -5
"Diagonal right," he said absently, glancing at the door before he took off his jacket and hung it on the bedpost, pistol and all. He had a bad feeling. Well, any sane person sleeping under a gang leader's roof and planning to kill him the next day would probably have a bad feeling, but this was something more. Something prickly and strange and illogical, the way he always knew if there was a cat in the room, even if it was hiding under the couch. He tried to shake it off.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 11, 2011 23:59:17 GMT -5
"That's right," she nodded, feeling sleep finally catch up with her. It'd been a long day and she knew tomorrow would be even worse.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 12, 2011 0:02:28 GMT -5
"'Night, Samantha," he said with a slight smirk, turning away from her and pulling up the covers. He told himself sleep was an absolute necessity, but it wasn't going to be easy, trying to sleep under the roof of the man who...well, he wasn't looking forward to the dreams he'd have in this bed.
Still, he'd underestimated his own exhaustion. Those dreams came all too quickly.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 12, 2011 0:05:33 GMT -5
Sammie rolled over in bed, frowning as she felt the warm sun hit her face. She grabbed the covers and pulled it over her head, determined to head. It was then that she realized where she was and who she was with. Her eyes blinked open as she looked next to her to see a mumbling Goblin in his sleep. She smirked at him, figuring he wasn't so bad when he was asleep.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 12, 2011 0:08:57 GMT -5
Goblin squinted as the sun hit his face--or possibly as he sensed Sammie looking at him--and opened his eyes. It didn't take long for his stomach to clench in dread as he remembered. "Where's Riddle?" he muttered rhetorically; Sammie obviously didn't know any better than he did where their wayward companion had spent the night.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 12, 2011 0:11:35 GMT -5
"I don't know," she frowned, sitting up and walking over to the window. "I was asleep the whole time and so were you." She scanned the streets, trying to look for the girl but couldn't find her at all.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 12, 2011 0:14:55 GMT -5
"She'll turn up," he said grimly. That was what worried him. He got up and glanced at the door before he joined Sammie at the window. "How are we doing this?" he asked quietly. "We have to get him alone, with his guard down." They should've discussed this in detail last night, but Eastman had just appeared at the gate, and there hadn't been any time.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 12, 2011 0:17:43 GMT -5
"He trusts me enough," she said somewhat confidently. If he trusted her, there wouldn't be a thug at their door. Then again, she was better off than most of his lackeys. "We just need something urgent to tell him, something so that he'll listen to both of us and only the two of us."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 12, 2011 0:22:00 GMT -5
He considered that for a moment, his hand fumbling restlessly in his pocket, which was tragically empty of cigarettes. That was poor planning. "Risk and Macbeth," he said at last. "We'll tell him I know where they are, and you have a plan to lure them out." If Monk blamed anyone for his current predicament, it would be, ironically, the two people Goblin himself had sent into Five Points. And judging by the way he'd gone after Gypsy, the man was as keen on revenge as anyone else.
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Post by Sammie on Dec 12, 2011 0:24:11 GMT -5
Sammie nodded, going over the steps in her head. "That'd work. He'd listen to that. Besides, you know about them and who they are," she said, glancing over at him. "It's the closest to the truth we're going to get."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 12, 2011 0:29:32 GMT -5
He nodded slowly, then frowned at her. "I'm not telling him where they are." Should anything go wrong and Eastman escape, he wouldn't be responsible for getting Risk and Macbeth killed--or getting himself killed by them, which was already on the verge of happening anyway. "I'll tell him enough to make him relax, though, make him think we're on his side, and then..." He grabbed his jacket and put it back on, feeling for the pistol.
And a small, irrelevant part of his mind kept wondering, Where's Riddle?
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