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Set 2.1.06
2/1/2006
Logfile from Lillianne.
Footfalls on the wrought iron of the fire escape, coupled with the *clink* that accompanies Justin's hand gripping the railing precede the reappearance of the young man on the emergency stairway outside the second floor. In the second hand, a small plastic bag. "Food," he comments flatly. Supper time. OR lunch, or whatever.. this whole evacuation has made a muck of his typically orderly schedule.
The advantage of anonymity. She's just another teenaged girl sitting outside on a riling in the heart of Hell's kitchen. Wrapped under a thin blanket, a book swiped from a corner store gas station in hand (and just /how/ is the woman on the cover keeping her dress on?), Lilli looks up at Justin's approach. "Thanks," she says, holding up a hand.
Narrowed brown eyes note the cover. More of that romance rubbish. The bag is transferred from a metallic hand missing a finger, into a more delicate, complete one. Inside is nothing special: a couple rolls, an apple, two cans of Coke, and the prize: a hot dog from a corner vendor. Leaning on the railing once his bundle is delivered, he recalls one more tidbit, and reaches into his pocket to pull out a snickers bar, which is added to the bag. "How can you read that?" he wonders idly, as he draws off the ballcap he had drawn over his head to hide that distinctive forelock of his when out and about..
"Better than nothing," Lillianne shrugs, smiling at the candy bar. She puts the book text down on the grating and spreads out the contents of the bag on her lap, all except candy bar and apple which are left for later. "Did you bring any ketchup?"
In the bottom of the bag," he answers evenly, where the packets of ketchup (and even a little container of cheese-like yellow sauce were stashed, should she wish. Better than nothing,' "Not by much," Justin muttered, tossing his old Houston Astros cap onto the grating at his feet, and itching at the back of his neck. A tersely drawn breath, released without further comment."
"What else am I supposed to do? Walk the streets?" Lilli asks flippantly, digging in the bottom of the bag for the ketchup packet and dropping the bag at her feet again. "What's the matter?" is her third question, delivered after opening the packet and while squeezing the contents onto the dog.
Justin glowers predictably at her retort, frowning out over Clinton. A brief pause before he answers, "I detest hiding. We should'nt have to- you should'nt have to, I should'nt have to-" If he wanted to hide, he and Lilli could have just left all that time ago. "Especially while others are on the Island.. waiting on the edge of a fight is one thing.. waiting, and still having no part in it is worse."
"Then why'd you stay behind?" Lilli answers, unconcerned by either the predictament or his irritability. Any further comment is forestalled by the hotdog half stuffed into her mouth.
Chrome does'nt look at her at first, and when he does it's a sidelong look at his baby sister cramming half a hot dog into her mouth. He looks back over Hell's Kitchen without answering aloud.
Which is the more disturbing sight? Lilli chews contentedly and sneeks a peek up at him, then leans back and lifts her foot to tap the back of his calf with the toe of her shoe.
Justin glares back down at her, his sour mood reacting to the prodding with a sharp, "What?" Letting out a terse breath, and managing to note his own ire in the same moment, he adds, "What is it? I'm trying to brood, in case you hadn’t noticed." With the observation of his own poor temper, the ire settled somewhat.
"Okay. Fine, Mister Broody McBroody-Pants. But you're in the light," Lillianne nods towards the afternoon sun starting to slip behind the tall buildings. The hot dog is transferred to her other hand and she reaches for the book, taking another bite as she does.
"Oh, I would'nt wish to come between a girl and fine literature.." Justin retorts after a brief sniff of amusement at their recent exchange. 'Broody McBoody-pants'? Stepping back from the railing top lean against the outer wall of the tattoo parlor, Lilli's brother crosses his arms over his chest, and touches the base of his head to the wall behind him. Brown eyed stare going across the city in the direction of the invisible island.
Lillianne shifts to put the wall on the other side of the exit window behind her back, and flips the book back up. The last bite of hotdog is gnawed on slowly. "Justin? Do guys like it when girls' boobs 'heave and swell'?" she says, interrupting his brooding again.
"Putting it like that makes it sound as though the breasts were vomitting and bloated," he answers after burying a shocked look, at his 'oh-so-innocent' little sister's attempt to shock him. "But I don't speak for the whole of the male gender.. Not many of them are as discerning in their wording as I." There, ha. She got an answer.
Shock him? Not so! Lillianne grunts a noise indicating her general disgust with the male gender and goes back to reading, occasional squinting at some particularly flowery passage, and occasionally pelting her brother with bits of roll.
2/1/2006
Logfile from Lillianne.
Footfalls on the wrought iron of the fire escape, coupled with the *clink* that accompanies Justin's hand gripping the railing precede the reappearance of the young man on the emergency stairway outside the second floor. In the second hand, a small plastic bag. "Food," he comments flatly. Supper time. OR lunch, or whatever.. this whole evacuation has made a muck of his typically orderly schedule.
The advantage of anonymity. She's just another teenaged girl sitting outside on a riling in the heart of Hell's kitchen. Wrapped under a thin blanket, a book swiped from a corner store gas station in hand (and just /how/ is the woman on the cover keeping her dress on?), Lilli looks up at Justin's approach. "Thanks," she says, holding up a hand.
Narrowed brown eyes note the cover. More of that romance rubbish. The bag is transferred from a metallic hand missing a finger, into a more delicate, complete one. Inside is nothing special: a couple rolls, an apple, two cans of Coke, and the prize: a hot dog from a corner vendor. Leaning on the railing once his bundle is delivered, he recalls one more tidbit, and reaches into his pocket to pull out a snickers bar, which is added to the bag. "How can you read that?" he wonders idly, as he draws off the ballcap he had drawn over his head to hide that distinctive forelock of his when out and about..
"Better than nothing," Lillianne shrugs, smiling at the candy bar. She puts the book text down on the grating and spreads out the contents of the bag on her lap, all except candy bar and apple which are left for later. "Did you bring any ketchup?"
In the bottom of the bag," he answers evenly, where the packets of ketchup (and even a little container of cheese-like yellow sauce were stashed, should she wish. Better than nothing,' "Not by much," Justin muttered, tossing his old Houston Astros cap onto the grating at his feet, and itching at the back of his neck. A tersely drawn breath, released without further comment."
"What else am I supposed to do? Walk the streets?" Lilli asks flippantly, digging in the bottom of the bag for the ketchup packet and dropping the bag at her feet again. "What's the matter?" is her third question, delivered after opening the packet and while squeezing the contents onto the dog.
Justin glowers predictably at her retort, frowning out over Clinton. A brief pause before he answers, "I detest hiding. We should'nt have to- you should'nt have to, I should'nt have to-" If he wanted to hide, he and Lilli could have just left all that time ago. "Especially while others are on the Island.. waiting on the edge of a fight is one thing.. waiting, and still having no part in it is worse."
"Then why'd you stay behind?" Lilli answers, unconcerned by either the predictament or his irritability. Any further comment is forestalled by the hotdog half stuffed into her mouth.
Chrome does'nt look at her at first, and when he does it's a sidelong look at his baby sister cramming half a hot dog into her mouth. He looks back over Hell's Kitchen without answering aloud.
Which is the more disturbing sight? Lilli chews contentedly and sneeks a peek up at him, then leans back and lifts her foot to tap the back of his calf with the toe of her shoe.
Justin glares back down at her, his sour mood reacting to the prodding with a sharp, "What?" Letting out a terse breath, and managing to note his own ire in the same moment, he adds, "What is it? I'm trying to brood, in case you hadn’t noticed." With the observation of his own poor temper, the ire settled somewhat.
"Okay. Fine, Mister Broody McBroody-Pants. But you're in the light," Lillianne nods towards the afternoon sun starting to slip behind the tall buildings. The hot dog is transferred to her other hand and she reaches for the book, taking another bite as she does.
"Oh, I would'nt wish to come between a girl and fine literature.." Justin retorts after a brief sniff of amusement at their recent exchange. 'Broody McBoody-pants'? Stepping back from the railing top lean against the outer wall of the tattoo parlor, Lilli's brother crosses his arms over his chest, and touches the base of his head to the wall behind him. Brown eyed stare going across the city in the direction of the invisible island.
Lillianne shifts to put the wall on the other side of the exit window behind her back, and flips the book back up. The last bite of hotdog is gnawed on slowly. "Justin? Do guys like it when girls' boobs 'heave and swell'?" she says, interrupting his brooding again.
"Putting it like that makes it sound as though the breasts were vomitting and bloated," he answers after burying a shocked look, at his 'oh-so-innocent' little sister's attempt to shock him. "But I don't speak for the whole of the male gender.. Not many of them are as discerning in their wording as I." There, ha. She got an answer.
Shock him? Not so! Lillianne grunts a noise indicating her general disgust with the male gender and goes back to reading, occasional squinting at some particularly flowery passage, and occasionally pelting her brother with bits of roll.