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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:26 pm
classic Thank god it was over. Thank god. "Nope," he replied, uneasy at the fact that they were the focus of attention. "That's just a Stormy thing. b***h refuses to teach me." Even though Leslie had said b***h, it was with a noticeable lack of heat, any sort of heartfelt derision. He cast Jack an askew glance. "But if you're asking if I know how to get into places, then that's not a ******** problem."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:29 pm
Light Pockets
Triumphant, Leslie slid back into the alley, grinning as he flashed a wallet at Jack. "Piece of ******** cake." He pulled out all the cash, then kicked the wallet under the dumpster. What did he care if they found his prints on it, anyway? He was dead.
It felt good, kind of, and it was like the last year of his life had never even existed. "Let's go eat."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:54 pm
Running Running Running
"We need up that ******** fire escape," Leslie hissed, shoving Jack hard, "give me a ******** boost!" It wrapped around the corner; if they beat their pursuers, then the ******** would continue straight on.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:34 pm
Survival
The streets are different than Detroit's, but some things are universal. Leslie jabs jack sharp in the side, shoulders not hunched at all, for once.
"Don't make eye contact, you idiot," he hissed, not walking too close. Leslie kept his pace slow and deliberate. "And slow the ******** down, I know you've got long legs, but slow down."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:03 pm
jason mraz
"Do I?" He grinned at Leslie. "I always did have this thought that everyone who's anyone in Life's got a piece of shark in them. Maybe I've just forgotten how to make real smiles s'all."
He paused to wave at a passerby, trying the smile out. He got an uneasy one in return before the man hastened onward.
"Anyway, you don't have to sing all the time. But if you've got something, jump in and I'll just try to follow along or something." Improvisation.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:11 pm
jason mraz
Leslie took the mature high road, and stuck his tongue out in response. "If you knew at all," he sniped back, settling back against the fountain.
"Can't I just fish up the perfectly good coins in theer instead?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:17 pm
classic
"God damn it, why does she have to ruin everything for me?"
Sighing, Jack leaned over, grabbed the wine bag, and took a swig. "Well, breaking in works too I guess; not ******** surprised you had that skill already. I was just going to say if you want to try lifting a few things...I dunno. It sounded more fun in my head."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:21 pm
classic
Leslie took a drink, in the spirit of keeping up with the Hawthorns. (A dangerous, dangerous game.)
"Let's pickpocket some ********. You know how to run any cons?" He sounded so...excited. Like a puppy. Like for once, Leslie had realized he was good at something, and so he was eager to show it off.
Even if it was kind of a bad thing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:22 pm
jason mraz
"Hey, I won't stop you if you want to stick your hands and feet in there for chump change, but it's, what, upper fifties now? And not getting any warmer."
He squinted at the clouds gathering above, suspicious.
"You get your s**t wet, I don't have a towel."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:26 pm
jason mraz
"You clearly haven't done this s**t before," Leslie sniffed, stripping off his hoodie, peeling off the thin coat beneath. "The benefit of an ice monster," he explained, reaching into the fountain to fish around for quarters, halting for a moment, to knit his brows, "sorry, demon, I always mix those two up-- is that I'm always ******** cold."
One by one, the coins started stacking up on the concrete rim. It was slow going. "Don't get hot as much, at least. Need a coat even in the sun half the time, but I was always cold-blooded before, so just an unfortunate combination, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:53 pm
light pockets
Jack glanced over and stopped plucking the guitar. "O-ho shiiiiit," he stage whispered, breaking into a grin. "The rat came through!"
Slipping Barbara's strap off, he started to quickly pack her up. "I'm in the mood for New York style pizza, I don't know about you. Something nice and warm that doesn't come from yesterday's slops or an MRE."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:07 pm
light pockets
"Oh, what was that? You don't want any of this ******** money?" Leslie pocketed it, tucked away safely into one with a zipper. "Better not call me a rat again, you giant ********."
His stomach rumbled, clearly over their bickering. "Pizza sounds like a plan. Assuming you're going to stop being a little b***h."
Clearly, he did not understand that it went two ways.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:10 pm
classic
"Only con I know is how to make someone think they're in love with me," he replied with a smug yet somehow self-deprecating smile. Or vice versa. "You take point on this, pipsqueak. You already look ready to burst anyway."
It was strange seeing Leslie be anything other than scowling or a smartass. But it wasn't unwelcome; enthusiasm was contagious, he'd learned that much from Chel and Abbi. And right now, even really stupid ******** ideas were fine by him if it meant changing up the routine for a little while.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:28 pm
i drunk i'm swear
The night was not so young any more. They were sitting under an overpass, a firebarrel nearby. There were a bunch of others here; and most minded their own business. The handle in his bag was empty, split between him and Jack throughout the evening. Were you a functional alcoholic after your give a damn stopped functioning? Leslie wasn't sure.
It was chilly out, but the alcohol made him fuzzy, and a little compliant. Jack wasn't good or nice or even that great, but he had offered to take Leslie out for a celebration nonetheless. He didn't get him at all. Huffing in disapproval, Leslie smothered a hiccup and started to lean (further) sideways, eyes fluttering as he yawned. Then yawned again.
"Y'c'mfy f'r a gian'..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:34 pm
light pockets
"b***h, it was my idea to bring you over in the first place," Jack retorted amiably, shouldering the guitar case and getting to his feet. The wine bag was plucked off the ground. "You will call me Sir Giant ******** like a civil person and thank me for being so thoughtful. Now, I think there was a place for pizza about two blocks west of here."
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