-44- Gimme Back My Bullets

[luckyvalentine]

[after the clinic, being holed up in her room for just about a week is all she can take. Finally feeling like she can walk around without falling apart-- physically or otherwise --she wastes no time in setting out.

...but not before she takes care of a little something, first. Sitting down, she takes a breath, and begins. No preface, no introduction

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[mrsawesome]

[is neither calm nor neutral! PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE AND BITCHY IS THE WAY TO GO.]

Okay, yeah, sure! That's cool, that's great. You go do your thing, and the rest of us who want answers will just come looking for you.

[luckyvalentine]

[...shit. She recognizes that voice. So, she'll tone down the bitchiness level for you, though she can't get rid of it completely, of course.]

If you don't want to do it, then hire someone to do it for you. Plenty of people around here who are looking for work.

[mrsawesome]

[flatly] I'm not hiring someone to look for you.

Look, I don't even care anymore what happens with this trial... thing. But if you've got some kind of explanation, I want to hear it.

[luckyvalentine]

[wherever she's at, she stops walking. And sighs. Doing this over the journal was beyond uncomfortable... though she doubted that being in person would really make it any easier]

...What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry?

[recorded, carelessly]

[eatshootsnleves]

You do somethin' wrong?

[luckyvalentine]

[she frowns at the journal]

Just made myself a couple new friends.

[eatshootsnleves]

[His tone is pretty blank, if it helps.]

Gotcha into trouble, huh.

[luckyvalentine]

Something like that.

[gottaknockhard]

[...

Figures she doesn't know how to lie low for a while.]

That's a shame. I thought I might get to testify.

[luckyvalentine]

[... this was her lying low for a while]

[she frowns to herself when she hears this]

Maybe you'll get lucky and they won't listen to me. Maybe they'll even hire you to track me down.

[gottaknockhard]

[It's not like she cheated them in a card game, it's going to take longer than a few weeks for them to get over it.]

I didn't even think about making a profit out of this. I'll have to see what kind of offers I get.

[luckyvalentine]

[all the more reason to start the ball rolling now instead of waiting. ...Regardless of how it would end]

So.

...You hunting me down even if you don't find an employer?

[exanimatus]

[somewhere in town. he'll walk up alongside her out of nowhere, hands in his pockets like he's been walking next to her the whole time.

he's got on his usual default expression--vaguely smug.]

[luckyvalentine]

[Zelman radar goes off, she glances over... and sighs.]

...You.

[exanimatus]

How do you feel?

[hope you aren't getting too comfortable.]

[luckyvalentine]

[nothing in the world is comfortable right now... but her threshold for being surprised has changed since... you know... the week of Hell]

Do I want to know why you're asking?

[has spent the morning with Joshua, man]

[tehoniongirl]

[on break from training one of the new employees, Jilly's just ducking out of the Kat for a bit of non-coffee-related time. Heading through streets on her way to her favorite cafe, she narrowly dodges running into the girl before it actually registers who it was.

Stepping back, her mouth opened to apologize for the close call... before snapping shut again, mouth making a thin line as recognition dawns]

....Faye.

[luckyvalentine]

[as careful as she's been, it's kind of hard to avoid running into someone while limping.

...and then she has a small heart attack when she recognizes who it is, as dark images set in Caritas suddenly flash in front of her mind's eye]

--Jilly...

[tehoniongirl]

[there's cold anger there, blue eyes sparking with an emotion she only rarely showed, but she keeps her tone even. Crowley had said they should have a chance to speak for what they did, and he was right. The castle had already proven it could do so much...

But, try as she might, that anger wasn't going anywhere.

Jaw set, she'll glance over the scantily clad girl before carefully settling on meeting her eyes] You're awake.

[stating the obvious was safe. It kept the other things she wanted to say from spilling out]

[luckyvalentine]

Yeah...

[she isn't used to facing this kind of anger head-on, especially when she has the option of running. Before, it had been over the journal, or trapped in her hospital bed. Here, the automatic instinct to turn and run is nearly overpowering.

She manages to keep herself in one spot, however. Running would be stupid. And, beyond that ...it's just Jilly.]