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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 3:09:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, fun," he said. "Maybe I'll see that blonde again. Who knows?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Sept 14, 2009 3:11:37 GMT -5
"What a surprise," she mocked. "You like blonds. Tell me, do they have to have legs? Or well you go after just about anything with a pair of boobs?" For someone so old she certainly was a feminist.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 3:15:11 GMT -5
"Actually, college students that need fake ID and carry stakes around in their book bag," he said sarcastically. "Really, now you'd think you'd have a little more confidence in me by now."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Sept 14, 2009 3:17:13 GMT -5
"Pft," she breathed out as she stopped. "Good to know you are making friends." She turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. "And why would you tell me this?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 3:19:56 GMT -5
"Thought you might be interested," he said. "I mean, she talked about 'heightened sense of smell' when I... er, borrowed her book back on a whim. And then there's the stakes."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Sept 14, 2009 3:22:47 GMT -5
"Don't you realise how many people around here aren't exactly human?" she said with a sigh. "It's not surprising people would know about my kind. Many of whom are not known for their discretion."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 3:24:24 GMT -5
"Okay, fine," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Not interested. Fine. Seeya."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Sept 14, 2009 3:27:14 GMT -5
She shook her head with a chuckle as she walked away. He certainly was a strange one. Slipping her hands into her pockets she sung the notes to a song softly. A little lullaby she was sung as a child.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 14, 2009 13:47:23 GMT -5
Graveyards. You either love ‘em, or you hate ‘em.
No, wait, that’s Marmite. Normal people fared more towards ambivalent when it came to big plots of land full of dead (or undead) people. I, on the other hand, walked that fine line between love and hate, depending on just how my latest hunt was going. In this case, I was feeling pretty good about them, thanks to all the natural fauna and flora that LA was encouraging to festoon its tombs and headstones (for a city only two hundred or so years old, it had a lot of tombs). It was a lot easier to hide and follow people when there were other animals about. A black cat strolling down Hollywood Boulevard, now, that was pretty conspicuous. A cat hidden in a bush in a graveyard? Creepy, but less obvious. It made it a lot easier to hear private conversations, even if they were about me.
Sneaking out of sight behind a tomb I changed back into myself. For a few seconds I felt unbelievably dizzy and glad to have the mausoleum wall to lean against, but it soon subsided. The dizzy spells were a lot more of a problem in fights, but at least the nausea didn’t show up any more. A few moments later I was behind the man in question, hands on hips and hardly amused.
“Should I be offended that I serve as an example of bad taste in women, or flattered you find me such a riveting topic of conversation? I’m leaning towards the former, particularly because of the underlying blonde comments and because you’re the one shacking up in a tomb with a vampire, but maybe you could change my mind.” Maybe, if he had a spanner and a complete map of the human brain. I raised an eyebrow and conveyed the message succinctly, though a hint of a smile played around my mouth. The southern accent I would never get rid of softened every word, and made it harder to sound really pissed off, even if I actually had been.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 15, 2009 2:12:24 GMT -5
Doc blinked, turning in shock. How the heck had she snuck up on him?
"Well, I wouldn't say a bad example," he said defensively. "And I'm not 'shacking up'. I'm temporarily staying there until I can find a dirt cheap or abandoned hotel. Where the heck did you come from, anyway?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 15, 2009 7:13:49 GMT -5
"Or until you get a job," I added, smirking a little. Hey, mommy dearest might not be my favourite person, but have guilt money flowing in was always a good thing, whatever bank account it came for. "I've been about," I replied airily, the smirk growing. Funny how people never connected the dots with shifters. There was always an upside to having your race systimatically exterminated in the middle ages. That and the whole alive and breathing thing tended to put people of the metaphorical scent. "I can pretty much find people when I want to. Like you said, heightened sense of smell, and you reek."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 16, 2009 2:22:13 GMT -5
"Yeah well, I need to find a shower," he said. "Among other things. What are you doing around here anyway? Hunting?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 16, 2009 9:48:22 GMT -5
"Like I said, I find people when I want to, so you could say I was hunting you. In a less deadly-for-you, much-easier-for-me way." I perched on a old tombstone, wobbling a little, before getting down to business. "I have a proposition for you. You may be closer to a shower than you think. It's a job, of sorts. I don't want you to do it, but I don't what anyone to do it and you're the person I least don't want to do it. But if you take it, I still don't want you to do it. Got it?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 17, 2009 3:07:34 GMT -5
"Okay, i think I understood something somewhere in all that," he said. "So you have a job you don't want anyone to do, but because you don't want me to do it, you're asking me," he shrugged. "Sounds about as screwed up as my life normally is. What's the deal?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 17, 2009 4:00:14 GMT -5
"That's pretty much it," I agreed, nodding. "The job is one paid for by my mother, the new whore of Babylon." I grew up in the bible belt, ad no matter how little I believed, some of the language had to sink in here and there. "Because of the 'fights' I got into back home and the gang wars and dangers of LA, she thinks I need a personal body guard. The mere idea is ridiculous, but so is she, so it kind of makes sense. So, if you take it, you'll draw your salary once a month and leave me alone. I know a lot more about the wars of LA and I can take care of myself." And you, I imagine," I added brightly, "have just the right kind of crappy work ethic I need and your own business to deal with, so you won't butt in on mine."
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