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Who: Bartleby, Julian Sark, Hayley Stark
When: A couple days ago
Where: Some obscure corner of the library
What: Hayley's learning the trade from Sark, Bartleby is there to ensure safety.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
Hayley walked evenly with Bartleby toward the library, glad that the angel had agreed to join her. She didn't really want to ask Harvey, she didn't trust Bruce not to talk about, Ruby was getting too close with Wichita, and she was worried about getting into a mutual trust based on blackmail and secrets with Jack. That left Bartleby. The angel seemed apathetic enough not to care about what she was doing, while still being willing to accompany her and maybe even participate in the conversation.
"Thanks again," she offered, glancing up at the warden with a small smile. The girl tugged at the ends of her sleeves, pulling them down over half of her hands in a mild gesture of insecurity. It was just a bit awkward and she felt unsettled lately with what had happened with Dexter. She hadn't told anyone except Bartleby and even he knew only that something had happened. Part of her wanted to bring it up now; a greater part of her wanted to ignore it.
When: A couple days ago
Where: Some obscure corner of the library
What: Hayley's learning the trade from Sark, Bartleby is there to ensure safety.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
Hayley walked evenly with Bartleby toward the library, glad that the angel had agreed to join her. She didn't really want to ask Harvey, she didn't trust Bruce not to talk about, Ruby was getting too close with Wichita, and she was worried about getting into a mutual trust based on blackmail and secrets with Jack. That left Bartleby. The angel seemed apathetic enough not to care about what she was doing, while still being willing to accompany her and maybe even participate in the conversation.
"Thanks again," she offered, glancing up at the warden with a small smile. The girl tugged at the ends of her sleeves, pulling them down over half of her hands in a mild gesture of insecurity. It was just a bit awkward and she felt unsettled lately with what had happened with Dexter. She hadn't told anyone except Bartleby and even he knew only that something had happened. Part of her wanted to bring it up now; a greater part of her wanted to ignore it.