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Post by DETTA GRACE HANOVER. on Sept 8, 2012 14:31:36 GMT -5
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Detta had been in Carmel almost a month now, and things weren't looking up much. She was still sleeping at random places, and with random men to make ends meet But the anger and hatred she had for one Gambit Slade had not dissipated in the slightest. She was still moving around Carmel under an alias, and had actually spotted Mr. Slade only a few days ago. Detta had chosen to let that opportunity to slide because he had a girl with him. She may have been one cold calculated bitch, but she was pretty sure the girl was barely legal, and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin another innocent girls life. Gambit had robbed her of her chance at a normal happy life the day he had snatched her and taken her, mind you against her will, back to her father. Her father happened to work for the mob, and just so happened to work in the body disposal department. Great way to reconnect and bond with daddy dearest, yeah fucking right. Detta had bolted the moment she had gotten the chance, and had hitched several rides with truckers, until she had finally decided that he was indeed in Carmel. Detta usually moved about the city at night, finding it to be without a doubt the safest time. Tonight was not going to be any different.
She rolled out of the bed of a man she had picked up the night before. Detta slowly and quietly began putting her clothes back on. Once she was completely dressed she began to go through his shit, stealing some cash out of his wallet, before finding more in a dresser drawer. She stuffed the cash in her pockets before finding her jacket, and throwing it on. She snuck out of the bedroom and began looking about the house for things she could take. She grabbed a pack of smokes, a lighter, and in the process of going through one of the living room drawers stumbled upon a handgun. She smirked, making sure the safety was on before picking it up and putting it in her waistband, the cold metal against her tail bone causing shivers to run up her spine. She stuffed the pack of smokes and lighter in her jacket pocket before heading out the door. She walked down a flight of steps before taking a left and heading down the sidewalk. Detta moved quickly to make sure she was out of the sight of the apartment before slowing down. She pulled a smoke out, placed it between her lips, lit it, and took a much needed inhale. She smiled as she stuffed the smokes back in her pocket. Now to find a ride out of this place.
Detta spotted a nice car, and looked around cautiously for people. The street appeared to be a ghost town, and with a smirk she walked up to the car. She checked the doors, growling to herself when she discovered them all to be locked. She began searching her jacket for something useful to unlock the car. Though in the process of doing all this she spotted someone approaching the car, or her. She wasn't quite certain, she shoved the metal device back in her pocket, and just smiled. "Do you think you can help me? I've locked my keys in my car, silly me." she said offering a friendly, innocent little smile.
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Post by DANIEL ANTHONY WICKET. on Sept 18, 2012 19:44:10 GMT -5
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well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it we've yet to crash but we still might as well enjoy it standing at a light switch to east and west horizon every dawn when you're surprising and the evening was consoling saying see it wasn't quite as bad as well it would've been could've been worse than you would ever know
when daniel had writer's block, he was an even bigger brat than usual. his editor had been hounding him for weeks about getting a new manuscript in. part of the reason daniel moved to carmel was to work on a new book, but so far he hadn't had any ideas. there were a few half-written, abandoned stories. for daniel though, they were mediocre at best. eventually he would revisit his ideas to fix them, but for now, he hated them and didn't even want to look at them. after struggling for weeks to even type out a decent sentence, the call from his editor had daniel up in arms. he spent the entire day making a map of all the people he had met in carmel, complete with the details of their lives and photos. it was a bit stalkerish, but daniel was desperate. the rest of the day had been spent sitting in front of his people map and playing his violin. his laptop sat next to him, open to a blank word document. for hours, there were just no words.
finally, daniel gave up and grabbed his laptop. placing his violin off to the side, he hit the enter key a few times and simply typed in the word 'no'. with a huff, daniel bolded the word and typed his name before printing the single sheet of paper. as for the rest of the night, he made himself a cup of decaf coffee and took to his library. daniel made it a third of the way through his book before he fell asleep on the couch. the next morning, he awoke to the sound of his editor's ringtone. of all the people daniel knew, his editor and his ex-wife were the only ones with custom ringtones. it was the only way daniel could make sure that he would never answer their calls. luckily, his editor was usually the only one who called on a somewhat regular basis. grabbing the phone, daniel answered only to give his editor a few choice words. after getting ready and grabbing his morning coffee and bagel, daniel was out the door. he had just backed his the rental car out of his driveway and started driving when he realized he forgot the single sheet of paper in his house. slamming on the brakes, he stopped the car, practically in the middle of the street and stormed back into his house.
if he was going to make the effort to drive all the way to his editor's office, daniel needed some form of protest. as he walked back to his car, daniel pulled his keys back out. just as he was getting ready to unlock it, he spotted the person by his car and stopped in his tracks. when she spoke, daniel merely narrowed his eyes at her and pressed the unlock button. "you mean, help like that?" now even daniel wasn't absentminded enough to know when someone was breaking into his car and when someone was genuinely trying to get into their car. it wasn't like he would have been able to help, even if it wasn't his car. "you have a minute to explain before i call the cops..." daniel trailed off. he had always wondered how to break into someone's car. it did seem like a nice skill to have on hand. "or you can teach me how to get into a locked car. i'm assuming you do know."
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