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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 18:33:57 GMT -5
Tristan sighed heavily and tried to relax, instead he was feeling more and more tension by the second. He just knew something was going to happen, but didn't knoow what. Maybe he'd be passed out by then.
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Post by Wraith on Aug 7, 2011 19:38:02 GMT -5
Wraith closed her eyes and dreamed--three leering faces, a goosedown pillow, a brick alley splashed with blood, a house surrounded by guards. "Do you have a gun?" she whispered, inadvertently whispering right in Tristan's ear.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 21:14:42 GMT -5
"Not on me at the moment," he whispered back to her, wondering why the hell this girl would ask him if he had a gun. "You need one?" He whispered back.
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Post by Wraith on Aug 7, 2011 21:23:38 GMT -5
Wraith's eyes popped open. For a moment, they looked surprisingly alert. She nodded.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 21:31:12 GMT -5
Tristan licked his lips. He shouldn't be asking, he shouldn't be getting involved but once again..."what for?"
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Post by Wraith on Aug 7, 2011 21:41:23 GMT -5
If she hadn't been stoned out of her mind, she would have jumped off a roof before answering that question. She would've fled the country. And it would've been a smart move, too.
Instead, she giggled again like she was revealing some secret crush, leaned very close to him, and whispered, "Check last year's newspapers. November fourth, 1898 and December sixteenth, 1898."
She leaned back and closed her eyes again. He wouldn't do it, of course, he would forget all about her (and where would you find papers that old, anyway?). So she'd done something very silly and reckless, but it would be fine, and that made her laugh all the more, even as her mind drifted to more pleasant, foggy places.
((If he actually does check them somehow, I will totally PM you what he'd find, and Wraith will be in even more trouble.))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 5:53:32 GMT -5
"Ill do just that," Tristan said. This girl was in a lot of trouble he could tell. Now if he was smart he would ignore what she said...but nobody ever accused Tristan of being smart. Still where the hell would he get a paper that old?
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Post by Wraith on Aug 8, 2011 20:33:16 GMT -5
Wraith had already forgotten she'd told him anything. In fact, Wraith, after one more puff of the pipe, passed out cold with her head on his shoulder.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 20:42:45 GMT -5
Tristan looked over at the girl and shook his head. He wasn't just gonna leave her here with Blue watching his every move so he decided to shift positions and get comfortable...he had to wait for her to wake up. His opium filled dreams would have to wait.
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Post by Wraith on Aug 9, 2011 22:01:18 GMT -5
((If no one's going to try and molest her in her sleep, or say/do anything else while she's out, I could do a time skip here and have her wake up.))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 10, 2011 6:47:45 GMT -5
((HAHA, well I don't think Blue's gonna try it while she's practically on Tristan's lap LOL so you can have her wake up. Tristan's not gonna leave her.))
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Post by Wraith on Aug 10, 2011 23:03:22 GMT -5
Time passed. Dreams passed. The opium haze faded gradually. And when Wraith Pearson finally woke up, she was in her right mind and stone-cold terrified.
She pulled away from the strange boy she was leaning on, staggered to her feet, and stumbled toward the door as fast as she could, her usual lightning-quick grace being impaired by the after-effects of the drug and her utter horror at waking up in the midst of sullen male strangers. In Brooklyn.
Then she stopped dead, remembering. How one of the boys had threatened her, hurt her. How another had protected her. And how she'd said things to him...oh God, oh God, oh God...
Against all her instincts, she forced herself to turn and speak to that boy, though she kept one hand on the doorknob. Her voice shook a little, but that would seem natural enough under the circumstances. "Sorry about this. I don't make a habit of it, I swear, I just...I have to get home." Her eyes darted to the boy who'd hurt her, then back to her savior again. "I didn't...bother you much, did I? Say anything strange?" If God had any mercy, he'd be sky-high himself and wouldn't remember.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 11, 2011 6:49:37 GMT -5
"Nah," Tristan said and waved her off. He stood up as well, looking down at Blue who was glaring. Tristan walked over to her and took her arm gently.
He whispered to her, "Where do you live? You ain't leaving here alone, cause he'll be after you in a second."
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Post by Wraith on Aug 11, 2011 21:27:55 GMT -5
Nah could mean he didn't remember or didn't care, or that he was lying and fully intended to follow up on those goddamn dates. Wraith wished, not for the first time, that she had her brother's talent for reading people.
One thing she remembered, though--the guy on the floor would be happy to get her alone in a dark alley. This one had stood up for her, which could just mean he wanted her for himself. But like it or not, she needed him for now. "Across the bridge," she said vaguely, and added somewhat stiffly, "Thanks."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 12, 2011 7:53:19 GMT -5
"No problem," He said. He stretched out his arms, from sitting so long his body was hurting, or that could be the opium.
Tristan led her out of Sharkey's and into the dark night.
"So you normally stay in Manhattan?"
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