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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 3:43 pm
Her eyebrow shot up. They were certainly not a couple, not by any stretch of the imagination. For started, she hardly knew anything about this kid. And he was definitely not her type, or she his.
"We're not a couple," she corrected him, perhaps sounding a little more annoyed than necessary. "And calling someone 'squirt' is equally rude."
Her eyes narrowed, she already decided that it would be quite hard to tolerate this man...
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 5:34 pm
Howie almost choked on another mouthful of beer. "No, no we are not." He blinked a couple times. The idea hurt his poor mind. "And I have absolutely no problem with being rude. Especially, sir, since you're s**t-faced and really starting to annoy me."
He ended his sentence with an irritatingly bright grin. He half hoped the man would spot another whore and wander off to get rejected, and the other, less sensible part of him (that apparently had happily forgotten the activities earlier that night) wanted to see what would happen if he kept pushing Sid.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:18 pm
Glad to see that Howie felt the same way, Jessica felt that she could now focus all her attention on the older man. Her eyes were cold, harsh, unforgiving.... and very creepy. She was starting to lose control over her mind, and giving way to the chaotic thoughts of the 'voices.' It wasn't long now, if the man didn't leave, that she would crack. That would defiantly be interesting to say the least.
Part of her, like Howie, also wondered what the old geezer would to if they pissed him off enough. Or if she could scare him to death if she went overboard. In that sense, she wanted him to stay.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:13 pm
"Shitfaced?" Sid said, aghast. "Me? I'm nowhere near, son... Though I am faintly- faintly curious as to what your malfunction is when I just drifted by to say hello." His free hand waved slowly in dips and swirls in the air, conducting the strange rhythm of the words. Of course, in his memory the past minute or so of conversation had been edited to color him in perfectly civil light.
As his eyes inadverantly followed the progress of his hand, as if it was moving on its own accord, they fell on Jessica. The look he caught from her made him pull his hand back as if he were getting it too close to a fire.
"Ah," is all he said, and a mirthless smile pushed the wrinkles on his face into sharper focus. "I know that look..."
He would. It vividly brings to mind wife number three. With a click of his tongue, Sid stepped back from the table.
"Nevermind, then. Once bitten, as they say. Or is it thrice? Twice? Oh well. Anyway, I should go." He shook his suddenly (suddenly in his fuzzy perception) empty glass, rattling the ice, to illustrate why.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 5:13 pm
Grin spread wider across her face, and she gave the same malicious chuckle she emitted when she thought that a mugger, who was actually Howie, was breaking into her house. She took another sip of her drink, still glaring. Paired with the odd smile she looked absolutely insane... or ready to stab someone... or possessed... whichever.
"One bitten, twice shy. And a very smart decision on your behalf," she told him in a lower and more raspy voice.
(mood swing #2!)
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 7:08 pm
Howie had been about to retort with some scathing comment that he considered quite clever... when it suddenly flew from his mind. He swallowed and scooted his seat farther from Jessica. What the ******** was this girl's problem? She had seemed so nice at first.
Ah, the story of his life. He shook off his worries and tilted his head at Sid. "Eh, can'te expect an old fart to handle a punk kid and a girl, anyways," he said, shrugging and half-turning away with a distinct air of dismissal.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 8:18 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 9:36 pm
Sid mimed be shot through the heart before turning back to the bar. And by the time Jessica's episode really began in full he was safely in the cold embrace of the flourescent lights behind it. He doesn't look back to see how they're doing, if only because within seconds his sights are on a cute blonde a few steats over.
((I'm gonna bow out for now unless either wants to approach Sid... with my schedule like it is I just keep dragging down the flow))
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 6:21 pm
((Er, geez, I hate to do this, but can we pause the rp for the span of the event? I've kinda got my hands full trying to scavange rps for clues ^^; ))
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:37 am
((D= Well, we could keep going, but it'll be a lot slower. I really want to win that serum, and I'm juggling the end of senior year on top of it - not fun. But I can still fit in a post here and there))
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:50 am
((Okay, I understand. I can get really overwhelming with all that happening. Too bad we couldn't be on the same teams crying ))
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:03 pm
((Yeah, I know... *gnaws on Stewart heart s He may not be the most popular choice... or even the best one (I don't even know what kinds of clues he's gonna get yet), but I can't help loving the crazy thing. Well, I suppose I can get a post in now...))
Howie watched her, his eyes large. Oh. Oh boy. He was not used to dealing with this. Why had no one told her she was crazy?
"Uh... er, well, that's not bad. I mean, it's not Dickinson, but not too shabby for an amature..." He still kept his distance, perching tensely on the edge of his seat. He was ready to take off if the situation got to be more than he could handle. "Now, look here, the bastards gone off to chat up some other b***h. It's just ol' Howie here, right? Common, girl, get a hold of yourself!"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 6:21 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 1:36 pm
Howie watched her go with wide eyes. Ohkay, he hadn't expected... that. He sat frozen in his chair, too stunned to move for a moment. Should he go help her? He didn't even know what was wrong! Maybe she'd deal with it by herself.
He rubbed the back of his head as he considered his options. A light brush on the bandages sent a sharp pain through his head, causing him to swear softly and jerk his hand away. Damnit, she didn't have to patch him up the way she did. He'd probably put her in more danger than she'd otherwise get involved in. The girl deserved it. Just help her, one last time, and get out of her life.
He pushed himself to his feet, left the almost-untouched drinks on the bar, and ran outside after her.
Howie found Jessica sobbing up against the wall. "Hey, sweet thing," he said brightly. "This whole mess is my fault. Here, let me bring you home, then you won't have to worry about me ******** with you any more."
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