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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:34 pm
While the cats were away, the mice would play.
Sasha had left not long ago for their evening outing with Jerry. Wash didn't want to tag along and possibly make Jerry uncomfortable; he wanted Sasha to be able to enjoy her brief and unexpected freedom without having to worry about behavior and pretenses.
Besides, he'd made his own plans, and in order for it to remain a surprise he'd had to wait till she was off the island; albeit temporarily.
Paris was supposed to be nice, this time of year.
[i am making multi posts bc deal with it]
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:42 pm
Stepping through the portal was jarring - it was late morning back at Deus Ex, but here on the streets of one of Europe's most populous cities, it was late afternoon.
He stepped out of the arcades of the Place de Vosges and made his way to the street, trying not to stare. He'd never been to Europe before, and definitely never a city as large as this one. It was jarring, and he felt out of place. He'd at least remembered to dress in his civvies; pulling his worn suede jacket across his shoulders.
It had to be sixty degrees out - except they didn't use that system here, did they? He blew on his hands, rubbing them together and trying to make his way nonchalantly down the narrow avenue.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:51 pm
It reminded him a little of his own home city, he thought distantly; all the little shops crammed together in the old and somewhat dank alleyways. He came to a small intersection hand had to reach into a pocket, glancing at a list of hastily scribbled instructions, before continuing forward.
Eventually, a small but very modern storefront came up on his left - Acqua Di Parma.
Belatedly, he hoped whatever bank Deus Ex used for their debit deposits were multinational.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:57 pm
Well, that was certainly something, Sally commented in his head as he stepped back out with a tiny black bag in one hand and a grimace painted sourly across his features.
"God damn, that was practi'cly highway robbery is what it was," he muttered to himself. It was a pretty straightforward venture, and his patchy French hadn't mattered much - perfume was perfume, after all. He just had to smell it and hand over his card.
He made his way to the next place on his list.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:46 pm
His next stop didn't even have a sign, and he very nearly passed it by until he noticed the marked awnings.
L'Eclaireur.
It's elegant, extremely modern and breathtaking interior was not done justice by it's unusually drab outside. Wash entered tentatively; he was well out of his element.
"Uh, hello 'scuse me anybody - bonjour," he added, approaching a slick, well lit counter littered with perfume and other products. The clerk turned around, with a somewhat faltering smile. Wash frowned, concerned, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "Ma'am, do you, well, that is, d'ya speak English?"
"Ah, oui. Un peu. A little. Comment puis-je vous aider? Help?" She gestured at the little racks and shelves lining the walls and floor.
"Oh, ah, non, not jus' yet, tha- merci."
This was a lot harder than he had planned. Sally giggled. "Hey, now," Wash complained, but she cut him off.
Take out your phone.
"What? Why?"
Just do it. Take it out, and pretend to answer.
He reached into the pocket of his coat, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.
"Now what?"
NOW the nice lady behind the counter won't think you're crazy. You really need to stop answering me OUT LOUD.
He glanced at back her, and sure enough, her expression was wary; though it immediately brightened when she noticed his gaze. He let out the sigh of a man who was well out of his element, and approached a rack, selecting items somewhat at random.
"Been kinna LONELY lately," he hissed at the phone vehemently.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:50 pm
He pulled out a creamy number that looked more like a pillowcase than a blouse.
"This a dress?"
He could feel Sally rolling her eyes. Put that back. She won't like it - have you even LOOKED at her side of the closet? With a pause, she added, You certainly undress her enough to see her whole wardrobe.
Wash laughed, cradling the phone on his shoulder. "Okay, okay. Well then, what d'ya think she'll like?"
Try blue. Or purple; something dark. Maybe black, she added as an afterthought. This was the most they'd talked in a long time - he'd have to take her out like this more often.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:53 pm
Some time later, Wash was left staring at the little paper reciept, bags dangling limpy from his arm.
$2400.
$2400.
$2400.
He tried to slow his heart rate. He was pretty sure he could feel his blood pressure rising.
Sally couldn't stop laughing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:05 pm
Wash made two more stops; costing another arm and possibly part of his leg.
By the time he was ready to pendant out, his expression was somewhat grim. He was more than ready to go back to the island and lick his wounds.
Besides, he wasn't done preparing.
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