Ce que j'ai fait ce soir-là, ce qu'elle a dit ce soir-là

Aug 17, 2011 23:53

Who: vinovidivici and stoicloyalty (we can work on your moniker later, honey)
When: 17/8 19:35 on the dot
Where: The Docks, Sectors 11/8
Summary: Hunting either a brand of paper towel or a chocolate bar with coconut filling. One that can see two minutes into the future.
Warnings: None so far, believe it or not. Possibly mild violence.

Réalisant mon espoir, je me lance vers la gloire. OK! )

chane laforet, claire stanfield

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stoicloyalty August 19 2011, 20:34:07 UTC
Despite an abrupt interruption in their tracking routine the day before, they continued with their plans to capture their target. In fact, Chane saw to it that they were brought to a head while the buildings were still dusty and cracked from the quake and clean-up patrols hadn't taken to the streets en masse yet. An unfamiliar terrain, perhaps, but nothing somebody of her-- or Claire's-- calibre couldn't use to their advantage against a civilian. Even if that civilian was a wielder of foresight: what good would that do against faster opponents ( ... )

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vinovidivici August 20 2011, 23:06:20 UTC
“Hey buddy, you got the time?”

“Er.” Delive almost walked on but Claire had caught his eye. It would be less conspicuous to respond than to walk on and break an unspoken social norm. He glanced at his watch, delivering his answer even as he turned away and carried on down his path. “Seven thirty-five.”

“Oh, hell, I’m late”, Claire jogged to catch up to him. “I’m supposed to meet someone at Grant Stadium by eight. You know it?”

He caught the slight grimace in Delive’s profile as he realised they were walking in the same direction. His tone was overly polite, encouraging: “You could make it if you run.”

“Nah, they won’t mind waitin’. Rather take in the sea air, you know?” That got a full-on look of incredulity from Delive, who stood closest to the grimy, oil-soaked docks. At least he was paying attention.

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stoicloyalty August 21 2011, 12:03:42 UTC
Her mission now was to wait the allotted two minutes for the men to approach. With all her focus on listening to her environment, she jumped at the sound of a loud, forceful bang of thick metal doors closing not too far away, with the added reverberations running along her back through the warehouse wall. As she shot a look towards the source of the sound, she met the eyes of a surprised-looking guard, gloves streaked with the rust from the rusty chain and lock. He likely hadn't expected to find a woman waiting here alone, just as she had not considered any company in this area ( ... )

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vinovidivici August 21 2011, 20:31:03 UTC
"Apparently I had a great-aunt die in San-Fran. Tile came offa her roof and sliced the top of her skull clean off." The anecdote was illustrated by a sweeping cut of his right hand through the air. He chuckled. "That was before I was even born, mind, never felt anything like yesterday's quake before."

The earthquake had actually aided them in one respect: it was one definite point of common ground Claire could use to keep the conversation going. Even Delive was warming to the point.

"That's unlucky, but it's not quite the same as having Darkness creatures trying to get in through your broken window. I was fine, but a guy in my building was a little too slow, the next morning all they found was a hand and his two, empty shoes."

His storytelling needed some finesse, Claire thought. Bit clichéd; and he probably ought to have warned his neighbour about the oncoming monsters. Fortunately they had just passed a graffiti'd-over AGI logo which meant the agreed point was coming up; he scanned the warehouses ahead, smiling as he imagined he ( ... )

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