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[arclightblast]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Carmen, Candice Wilmer, Zach Teller
Summary: Our two favorite femme fatales are wandering the streets when the opportunity for payback falls in thir lap.
Status: In Progress...
Open if you ask

Teeth tugging off her gloves, Carmen ran her fingers through thick, dark hair, spiking her impromptu mohawk up a little higher.

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[misschimera]

Candice returned the grin, batting her eyelashes sweetly. "Buy it yourself," she retorted. They were getting along better than they had in Odessa, perhaps because the cold was making them both a lot meaner. Funny how that worked.

Her fingers itched to dial that familiar number, but she refrained, thrusting icy hands deeper into her pockets. "Thompson wanted us back at Center as soon as we were finished."

[ambiguouslyzach]

Zach biked by in a whir of green(his atrocious apron he wore on the job), thinking he might stop for a pretzel, no matter what Claire said about them... But nah, he could throw some food together at Joey's...

And wasn't that a fucking weird thought.

He shrugged, pedaling a little harder, wishing the sun didn't drop quite so fast in the wintertime.

[arclightblast]

"Aw, I feel missed," she said, laughing a bit. "Still, the man can be so uptight."

Thompson needed a good lay, Carmen mused to herself, tugging her leather trench tighter around herself. As good as it was to be back in the city, she had to admit she missed the warmth of Texas. Stopping by a stand, she passed over a few wrinkled bills, snagging a greasy pretzel.

[misschimera]

"You'll help loosen him up, I'm sure," Candice mused idly, her breath a puff of white smoke in the cold air. God, she loved New York, warts and all.

She wrinkled her nose at Carmen's snack, its oily shine not lost on her, when a familiar face came to her through the perpetual New York crowds.

[ambiguouslyzach]

Was that?

No way.

Zach whipped his head around, starting when he saw.. her. Candice. Scary Lady. The girl he thought was dating Jimmy only to be corrected and then have Jamie tell him he was right in the first place.. and that she had stuck him with a needle. Sheesh.

He did crash into something then, not seeing what it was until he was spilling over the sidewalk, tangled hopelessly in his bike.

"Ow," he said, attempting to pick himself up and nearly falling again.

A fucking telephone pole--that was just great. He could only pray hope Candice hadn't seen.