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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 1:44 pm
Shaking out her hand, America gave Dawson a flat, unimpressed look. Crossing her arms across her chest, she stared mulishly at the man while the rain began to increase in intensity. "I don't need you ordering me about and scolding me like a ******** child while trying to figure this s**t out, Dawson Grace."
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 8:30 am
Dawson, who was more than used to getting those sorts of looks, shrugged it off as he picked up his dropped groceries and tried to shake some water off.
"Do me a favor n' don' act like this a trip to the zoo then," he retorted, brow furrowing at her. "All you know, that thing woulda stung ya, or worse. You see somethin' interestin', you go ask about it after we get outta here, okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 9:16 am
She took a step toward Dawson, and reached out toward him and then past him. There was a quiet increase in light as another balloon thin, bobbing behind him, dissappeared at her touch. "There's a person going 'round secretly licking public stuff. Library books, door handles..." America's expression shifted from determination to disgust as she shook out her hand. "Gross."She went into Bitterberry's eyes again, abruptly and without warning.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 11:57 am
Dawson made a loud noise somewhere between worry and anger. What the ******** were these evil jelly bags telling her anyway? Why were they just floating around? Why wasn't America listening?He stuck standing there until she returned at any rate. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a third Evil Jelly Bag ghosting towards them and began to try and frantically blow it away with no seeming success.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:39 am
The jay took flight, America peering through his eyes, hoping to find some special difference, some sign of where the way home lay. It seems a lost cause and then abruptly, the bird is sharing through clear blue skies. And she could still see through him, natural and painlessly. Sliding back into herself, America turned to Dawson with a beaming smile, every bit if irritation and offended dignity forgiven, when she saw him about about to get bumped by a nasty secret. Reaching out to bat the thing back, the girl was too late. The balloon popping against him. Wincing a bit, she asks, apologetic and curious, "Anything juicy? Mr. Bitterberry just got out, think we'll be back once we round that building," she points ahead, toward the derelict old movie theater.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 10:10 am
Dawson gave a pre-preemptive small cry when the creature brushed against him, but he wasn't hurt. Rather, he was treated to a confusing series of whispers in his head that made him shiver and flail at the jellyfish thing even more until it lazily bumped back with a whack of the grocery bag and floated away.
"I-I...the ********> Too late. Dawson shook his head. "Just someone usin' someone else's...credit card online or some s**t fer Amazon."
Okay, so not harmful. Seemingly. But he really didn't like things getting in his head either way, so he was happy to hear Mr. Bitterberry knew a way out.
"Jus'...lead the way, hun. Gawd, Mrs. Potosi's gon be mad at me," he whined as he tried to shake the rain off his bags. "Ain' even gonna be able t'tell her s'no big, jus' got stopped by Cthulu's pet secret stealers in some alt Ashdown. Ain' no thang."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 10:24 pm
"Let me talk to her," America offers. "I'm real good at people!" Though maybe not quite at Dawson-people, though she would just say he needs to get better at America Joneses instead. Both were, perhaps, a bit mulish. It takes a good five minutes to reach the street in front of the theatre and then the girl is leading him on a hard right. It doesn't look like the grey dismals are going to end anytime soon, stretching far ahead down the street, into foggy obscurement. And then it lightens a little, in every way until suddenly the world is dry, and sunny, and familiar once again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 7:52 am
He didn't doubt it but still moaned at the prospect nonetheless.
Dawson being who he was, he tried to make sense of how exactly Mr. Bitterberry and America could just sense their way out. By the time they hit sunny regular Ashdown, he was as clueless as he was before. Several people blinked and gave them looks, wondering how the pair had gotten so thoroughly soaked in this weather.
He shook his head like a dog. "Good job there, hun. You too, Mr. Bitterberry...Uh." It took him a moment to position himself. "Think we'll be at The Sweet Spot f'we take this turn here..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 7:43 pm
The soaking wet simply played into America's cover. She'd gotten lost, you see? Looking for her pet bird. And it was true, at least around the edges. And he'd gone out of her way to help her, even when a freak storm had come up on them both. Ashdown was such a strange little place, wasn't? Rain could come from just 'bout anywhere. by the by, Dawson was a real nice boy, wasn't he? A real peach, right?
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