Comments | loyalty_ever: Play It Again, Surak (Death Wears Dilithium Garters) [AU/Mostly OOC]

loyalty_ever

Play It Again, Surak (Death Wears Dilithium Garters) [AU/Mostly OOC]

Jun 11, 2010 21:59

Dead.

That was the condition of the crew. The whole crew. Dead.

And they'd barely made it out. Things were always lookin' down on them. People was always lookin' down on them.

But one day. One day. He just had a real low feeling it wouldn't be today ( Read more... )

au, we don't know either

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headnursechapel June 12 2010, 02:30:06 UTC

She came in quick, and let the door swing shut behind her. The room was dark, dingy curtains all pulled tight, but it was better this way. Why they had to live in this part of town...well, she knew why, but that didn't mean she had to like comin' all the way down here.

She looked from one to the other.

"You boys been fightin' again?"

mirror_brightly June 12 2010, 02:40:55 UTC

"Fightin?" He stared, arched a brow and peered over his knuckles.

"Idn't worth the trouble," he muttered. It was, perhaps, an answer. He pushed back from the table, scraped the chair on carpet to thin to scrape over, and dropped his hands into his lap.

"You're late," he reminded her fruitlessly.

headnursechapel June 12 2010, 03:26:30 UTC

She didn't bother arguing. This one never listened.

"Got here quick as I could," she said instead. "It wasn't easy." As if they didn't know.

"Little Jimmy's got all his goons out looking for you."

loyalty_ever June 12 2010, 03:46:13 UTC

"Won't find us," he said.

If he made out like he wasn't concerned, then he wasn't concerned.

"You brought 'em," answering instead of asking. She was a good girl, smart; wouldn'ta come if she didn't have the plans with her. "The Lassiter."

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rn_chapel June 12 2010, 02:46:26 UTC

[[OOC: (more ooc?) ILU ALL SO MUCH. <3]]

mirror_brightly June 12 2010, 03:06:15 UTC

((JOIN US.))

loyalty_ever June 12 2010, 03:11:40 UTC

[you cannot resist the powah of the gangsta siiide. search yer feelin's, doll; y'know i'm right. <3]

headnursechapel June 12 2010, 03:35:52 UTC

[[OOC: IDEK. But yes come plaaaaay.:D]]

original_fine June 12 2010, 03:44:08 UTC

[[OOC -- Oooh, black and white! Classy.]]

mr_chekov June 12 2010, 19:38:05 UTC

[[OOC: omfg, following this liek woah!]]

headnursechapel June 22 2010, 04:42:28 UTC

She and Babyface made it back to that dump they called an apartment without runnin into any trouble. Or sayin much of anything at all.

She wouldn't let herself worry about A. He'd be fine, he always was. Instead, she mostly tried to figure out just how she'd managed to catch herself up in this mess in the first place. Gettin A and Babyface what they needed to pull a job was one thing, but they'd barely started and already they'd had one close call.

And the worst part was she couldn't quite remember ever sayin yes.

Babyface shut the door behind them, and she dropped into a chair and finally let herself relax.

mirror_brightly June 22 2010, 19:05:14 UTC

A'd be back when he got back. He understood this, but Gams was just twisting tighter with every moment. Whether it was because she were so straight and narrow or she was some daisy dame, he couldn't tell. If it got her off his back with those big wide eyes, well she could sit in his chair till A got back.

He tossed his new fedora on the table, unloaded his coat beside it. Least he'd gotten some half decent coffee out of the mix, and a good look at the security team.

loyalty_ever June 27 2010, 03:24:14 UTC

It was too many blocks to run all the way back. So he rode part of the way. Spent those minutes analyzing what he'd saw--Big, comin' out that door, all his friends waitin'. He'd had somethin' under one arm. Not his piece; nobody just waved iron in broad daylight. Nah. Parcel. About so big, like a hatbox, papered over and wire-wrapped. Hadn't seen what they did with it, too busy tryin' not to get caught ( ... )

headnursechapel June 27 2010, 04:28:22 UTC

She'd been watchin the front door, not actually expectin him to walk through it - A was smarter than that - but half convinced that the fuzz would waltz in with A in a bag, and gettin more sure of it every minute.

So she jumped a bit, maybe, when his voice came from right behind her, clear as day.

Babyface looked up all casual, like whether A'd made it back or not made no difference to him atall, but she was too relieved to even think of acting like she hadn't been worried.

She was sayin his name, was outta her chair and clingin to him, just like she were his gal, before she had time to remember that things weren't like that anymore and backed off.

"Took yer sweet time," she said, lookin him over. "You run into trouble?"

She stopped, staring, and reached up to wipe his lower lip. Her finger came back red.

"Sure looks like it."

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