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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 9:30:58 GMT -5
Wraith was literally trembling when she knocked on the door of Tristan's apartment, and it had nothing to do with Tristan. It was because if Nevada answered, she was dead...and if Kennedy answered, she'd wish she were...and if no one answered, Script would be meeting a fate worse than death, and the idea of that outcome and what it would do to Goblin made her sick.
She took several deep breaths, tried and failed to make herself calm and determined, and knocked harder.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 9:32:56 GMT -5
Tristan yanked open the door yawning. He looked like he'd been up all night...he had been, Lucy had been screaming her head off. Nobody knew why, she was just cranky. He narrowed his eyes. His face was also bruised, he'd had a shitty fight the day before.
"Hey," he said, his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and opened the door all the way.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 9:36:44 GMT -5
Wraith stumbled inside and grabbed a chair to steady herself. You'd think she was drunk. "Hey," she practically squeaked. "Is, uh...is Nevada around...?" She was looking in every direction, praying the answer was no. She'd sworn never to ask her husband for another favor. Sworn it. But she'd seen her brother's face, and she was sure as hell going to ask.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 10:11:28 GMT -5
Tristan yawned again, "No. She needed to get out for awhile. Lucy's been up all night crying," He rubbed his face and then leaned against one of the kitchen counters. "You okay?"
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 10:15:18 GMT -5
"M-me? Yeah." She took another breath. "But I, uh...need help. Well, not me. My brother's girl, Script, needs help. See...Goblin has this big vendetta against the Refuge. S-so he made this crazy plan to get the place shut down. And he got himself arrested on purpose--again--to investigate, and Script went in with him. But the warden just sold Script to the Eastman Gang, and they're taking her to this place in Five Points called Heather Mae's, and we have to--" She swallowed. "I mean...do you think you could...help get her out?"
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 10:41:16 GMT -5
"If she ain't dead already." Tristan lit a cigarette, "You know you guys really shouldn't do anything without my help. Now I gotta drag my ass to the five points to one of the most notorious brothel's in the city and hope nobody figures out I'm there to steal one of the girls instead of fuck her.
Tristan raised a brow at Wraith. "I should get paid for this shit." He grumbled before pouring himself a glass of coffee. "The place don't open till sunset. Meet me here at 4 sharp alright?"
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 10:44:02 GMT -5
She winced, took one last deep breath, and nodded sheepishly. "Thanks, Tristan." She might not be able to pay him in money, but she knew that she or Goblin would be offering him some kind of favor at the first opportunity. Trading in favors was the only way they'd survived all these years.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 11:06:53 GMT -5
Tristan poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. "Sit down and relax a second." He yawned again and took a sip of his coffee. "You know who picked the girl up?"
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 11:09:17 GMT -5
Wraith settled gratefully into a chair, sipped the coffee, and shook her head regretfully. "Goblin find out it's a young guy, not much older than us, but we didn't get a name."
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 11:16:11 GMT -5
Tristan nodded his understanding and then took a seat next to her. "So all you know is they took her to Heather Mae's..." he sighed. "Heather'll be happy to see me again," He smirked.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 11:20:18 GMT -5
Wraith couldn't help rolling her eyes. It figured that he knew the place. "Bet it's nicer than the docks," she muttered.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 11:26:28 GMT -5
"Course it is, at Heather's you don't get splinters, instead you get lice." He smirked.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 11:44:20 GMT -5
She made a face, then remembered how dire this situation was. "So how can I help when we get there?"
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Post by tshamien on Nov 4, 2011 12:11:49 GMT -5
"You are going to be waiting at the back window of room number four. I'll show you where it is. It'll be your job to get her out of there." Tristan said.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 4, 2011 12:29:36 GMT -5
She nodded. "I can do that." The coffee was not exactly soothing her nerves, but it tasted wonderful. "Do you think they'll...I mean...do you think she'll be all right?" She didn't know what they did to you between dragging you off to a brothel and officially putting you to work. Nor did she want to.
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