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Post by Felypsa on Oct 16, 2011 18:38:57 GMT -6
She was a woman who had once been in her own position. How did she get out of it? Chameleon wondered. Was it worth it on the other side? Was she happy? She eyed the money again before finally reaching out to grab it and stuff it into her pockets, as if Lina would suddenly change her mind. She could have run then, and probably should have. But instead she just looked at the woman with a wide doe-eyed kind of look. “You…you seem really calm about someone who just met an invisible girl. Or supposed to be invisible.” Her tone was slightly bitter still. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 16, 2011 19:08:04 GMT -6
Lina was delighted when the girl took the money but didn't let it show too much.T he last thing she wanted was to creep her out. She stayed behind, looking at her as if she couldn't believe her luck for the night. Then came the statement that made Lina blink before laughing.
SHe shrugged, 'I've seen a lot of strange things.' Thanks to multiple multiple life times. 'And honestly, you probably aren't the oddest thing I've seen.' She put her hands in her pockets, 'I have to get back inside right now before management comes out and tries to locate me. I get off at 12. If you want we can go to a donut shop or something afterwards and talk some more f you like.' But there was no pressure. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 16, 2011 21:09:28 GMT -6
Chameleon swallowed. This woman claimed to have seen weirder things than her, which made her wonder a bit about her sanity. But for whatever reason, she was being kind, and wasn’t ratting her out even though she knew her secret. The man inside, the one with the cowboy hat, he concerned her more. She had no idea what he would do.
But the urchin nodded. “Thanks,” she mumbled. But she didn’t promise to be here when the woman came out. She honestly didn’t know if she wanted to, although donuts sounded really good. Really, really good…her stomach reminded her that the only thing she had eaten in the past several hours was a handful of nachos from the bar inside. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 23, 2011 21:42:37 GMT -6
No promises or disagreements happened and Lina knew to expect it. She gave a nod. 'No pressure,' she promised, 'I should get back inside though.' She still had a job to do afterall. 'You be safe,' she warned before turning to go back in. This night got strange so suddenly, it felt like she was about to get whiplash from it. Lina brushed a hand through her hair as she quietly made her way to the piano. How was it the cowboy had seen the girl though? She didn't sense anything otherworldly about him. So what was he? [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 25, 2011 10:44:47 GMT -6
Chameleon just watched her go and then looked back down at the cash in her hand. Just take it and run. She will probably never see you again. It was what Rave would do. Ren too, probably. They were both harder than she was, more than willing to screw anyone else if they got the benefit. Meleon took a deep breath. Maybe she would sneak in later, but…that cowboy was still in there, and he frightened her more than the pianist did.
Funny, Dameon never considered himself much of a terror to young girls and musicians. To his enemies, sure, he wanted them shaking in their boots. But to everyone else—especially those of the fairer sex—he preferred to be charming. A white knight. He had never meant to terrify that poor girl, but she was a thief—a hardened street urchin who would happily take advantage of them all. If that piano player chose to take pity on her, well, that was her philosophy, but in Dameon’s experience, thieves like that would pick your bones dry and leave you in the dust. What use did they have for gratitude in a world that was so cruel to them?
The cowboy put the incident out of mind and watched Romeo fumble with the cue stick again. His grip on that was really laughable. “Where’s Laura?” Dameon asked, but the Latino man did not know the answer. He shrugged, and Dameon frowned. He would have expected a call by now.
His dashing green eyes roamed the bar again when he saw the pianist walking back in. With a smile, Dameon sauntered back up to her. “Look, ma’am, I’m sorry about before, when I lost my temper. You have a good, big heart. Lemme buy you a drink to make up for it all, it’s the least I can do.” Romeo, watching them, rolled his eyes, but he was probably just jealous. Anyway, Dameon was simply blending in. No suspicious behavior tonight. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 26, 2011 22:30:44 GMT -6
Lina had been expecting to go back inside and just play the night away. Now that she had more of a mood, she was could create a vibe. A happy one. One about getting through trails and bumps in the road. She couldn't help but be slightly happy though. The girl had taken the money and hopefully that would buy her something decent. She didn't look like an addict, yet that didn't mean she wasn't.
She was heading toward the piano when the cowboy from earlier came right. Now, it would be foolish for Lina to not notice how attractive he was, how he spoke with ease. She'd seen the act time and time again, had even been sucked into a long time ago. She knew to stay away. He apologized for what happened and she eyed him cautiously. Then came the kicker and she about snorted. 'I don't think it's a good idea to drink and play.' and that was honest. This body was a light weight and she didn't feel like losing a job any time soon.
As much as she didn't need the money, she didn't need the stress of starting over. 'Besides, Im sure its against club policy to drink anyways.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 27, 2011 10:43:29 GMT -6
Any other man would have interpreted that as an excuse for rejection, but Dameon was not so easily sent away. “So I’ll get you a non-alcoholic drink,” he said smoothly, without missing a beat. “I’m sure they must have good virgin beverages.” He didn’t know for sure, since this was the first time he had ever been to this place, and Reynolds wasn’t exactly his normal part of town.
He chuckled. “If it’s against club policy to buy their products, then that is one bizarre policy.” Now it did occur to him that she might be trying to reject him, but Dameon’s words and the twinkle in his deep green eyes both said the same thing: if that’s what you want, you’re going to have to try harder than that. The cowboy simply did not back down from a challenge.
He flashed a smile. “Just one, and then I’ll let you get back to playing beautiful fight songs.” There was always a portion in the night when college sports fans got competitive about whose fight songs were played more often. Annoying for all the non-sports fans, but they were few and far between, and the pianist got paid very well for it. All that money is clutched in the hot little hand of a thief, Dameon reflected. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 27, 2011 20:30:45 GMT -6
The comment didn't deter him. Lina loked at him as he tried to find loopholes in her logic. A virgin drink, against policy as if she wasn't an employee. She looked at him, trying to think of how to respond. She knew better than to fall for this sort of stuff. Besides, he had to have something extra in him if he could see that girl. No way she was fully human.
'I can't.' She restated, 'Im an utter light weight and besides, I need to get back to my piano now.' She didn't have time to enjoy it anyways. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 28, 2011 11:24:28 GMT -6
He was about to tell her that it didn’t matter if she was a lightweight, she could probably still have a lemonade or hell, at this point Dameon would have called over a glass of water for her. But that would have been desperate, and it was clear to see that she was going to be firm about this. Even though the cowboy was frowning inwardly, all he did was touch the rim of his hat and nod. “Ma’am. Sorry for botherin’ you then. Just wanted to start off on a clean slate.”
Oh well. Even if he was tasting rejection, which was a brew Dameon was not used to at all, he had acted in character. Only a smooth criminal would pause in the middle of hiding out and keeping a low profile to flirt with a woman. As he made his way back the pool table, he saw Romeo grinning at him. “Welcome to my world, huh?” he said, and Dameon laughed. “Oh, Romeo, I am a far cry from that, trust me.” He wouldn’t let that get him down; cocky till the end.
Chameleon had sat there in the alleyway, counting out all the money she had grabbed that night, even organizing the bills and the coins into ones and fives, and the occasional ten or twenty. She had a few hundred dollars here, which was a good haul. Instinct told her to bolt with it and secure it with her friends as soon as possible. But honestly, she was the most secure place to keep it. Well, as long as she didn’t run into that cowboy again.
It was because of the thought of him that Meleon refused to go back in…but she did pace back and forth, wondering if Lina would think to come back out later. Donuts, she could really go for some donuts—a luxury she normally could not afford, because Rave always frowned at the idea, and the last time she tried to steal fresh donuts…she had almost been caught, even near-invisible as she was. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 28, 2011 20:53:54 GMT -6
IF he was bothered by her saying no, he didn't show it and that in a way bothered her. He could at least, pretend to look broken hearted about it. She gave a small nod then turned to go back to playing. A few more hours then hopefully she'd be getting some grease filled donuts, and hopefully she wouldn't be alone. [/color] She hated being held up, but if she wanted to stay out of jail she had to take things slow. IT took well over an hour to get to her destination and that was because she was being tailed by someone suspicious. She eventually lost them and waited till she could hotwire another car and drive off. Laura looked around the club, her short red hair in an even shorter pony tail. She was aggitated especially now that this place had the vibe of hippy central.
She wrinkled her nose before pressing onward. It wasn't long before she was able to find Dameon and Romeo and she tossed her hat, a stupid baseball one, aside. 'We should probably hop town with how much shit seems to be going on here.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 29, 2011 23:41:09 GMT -6
Laura finally showed up, and Dameon couldn’t help but feel some relief at that. It was funny seeing her in a baseball cap, but he knew better than to laugh at her. Romeo was a little less subtle, but at least he covered his snicker with his hand. He was learning. Dameon glanced up at her, unsurprised by the wave of negativity that she brought with her. “Laura, we can’t do that. We’re in the middle of a big job,” he said casually. “And I always finish my jobs.”
His tone was firm about that much, at least. They might be a haphazard band of lawbreaking do-gooders, but Dameon always stuck to his guns. “Besides, if we leave now, the whole city will get polluted,” he went on, referring to the curse that would be put in motion if they didn’t finish things out. “And that’d just be a bummer.” He smiled at Laura. “Nice to see you alive and kicking, though. Was almost starting to get worried.” |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 29, 2011 23:46:48 GMT -6
Then let the city get polluted, it wasn't worth getting killed over. Laura rolled her eyes at his typical speech before leaning against the table. 'Almost being the keyword there,' she crossed her arms over her chest, 'And why in hell are we in this dive bar?' She asked glaring at Romeo, 'Your idea?' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 30, 2011 12:14:45 GMT -6
Romeo made a face at Laura. “It’s the last place anyone would expect. Well, not the last place, but it’s pretty obscure. They’re still looking for us halfway across the city and they’d never think to look in a place like this.” He crossed his arms. “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it yourself.”
Dameon shook his head at the two of them. “Quit it, the both of you. We’re going to lay low here for a while and then go to one of Minnie’s hotels. There’s one around the corner from here. Mostly tourists and college students’ visiting relatives. Then tomorrow we’ll make contact with Brass again and figure things out. Probably it will be safe by then to go back to what we were doing.” And if not, they would just have to make a new plan. |
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Post by Mama Z on Oct 30, 2011 12:45:16 GMT -6
Laura glared at Romeo and would have retorted had Dameon not stepped in. She looked to the cowboy as he explained the plan. 'Im not joking Dameon. I think our best course of action is to skip the city for a few months. Jenkins' got rats all over this place. We can leave till they forget about us then come back and try again.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Oct 30, 2011 13:02:10 GMT -6
Laura was strongly advocating that they flee, at least for a little while. Dameon’s jaw tightened somewhat, and he gave a sigh. “We’ll discuss it,” he said after a moment, his voice firm. “Tomorrow, when we’re in Minnie’s hotel. She’ll be there and then we can get Brass on the phone if he can’t come in person. The five of us will decide what to do.” They were really the core of the group, many of their other members—like Dr. Diorio, Brass’s grandfather, or Elisa Mordred, the rebellious daughter—just had a few toes dipped into the water. They could still walk away. |
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