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daughter2 (daughter2) wrote in jh_corporation,
@ 2008-03-03 17:00:00

Across the Night(Harvey and Max too if he wants to catch up with them)
Across the night
It was the moon that stole my slumber
Across the night
I fell in love with people sleeping
And hugged a man's arthritic shoulder

I fell tired, asleep in a golden ocean
Your eyes perspired, a spike in my fascination

It was late. But that didn't matter to Holly. She knew how to get out from time to time. Lately she just felt a little crowded. It was worth the repercussions. And there was no doubt she'd be caught sooner or later. Maybe soon...but hopefully later. She felt it was worth the risk. A little adventure was healthy. Being a little rebellious and wild was earned. She wasn't doing anything damaging. Besides, she could soften up her father. It wasn't as if she'd get in REAL trouble.

Maybe she thought that the long jacket she was wearing was inconspicuous. It was winter. It was cold out. It wasn't much of a disguise but that was all she had in terms of disguises. She thought of wearing sun glasses. But really....that was just dorky.

She didn't even get far out into her freedom. This time she made it to Skyline and then sort of chickened out. This place was creepy right? She'd take a walk through the place and then get back. She was old enough to go out. She was old enough to be accountable for her actions and for her own life. If she wanted to take a midnight stroll through Skyline apartment then where was the harm!?

Apparently not here at Skyline.

Truthfully Holly was disappointed by the lack of excitement that was supposed to be springing out at her around every corner. But as she rounded the building through the endless halls there was nothing. Not even a domestic fight coming from the rows of doors. There wasn't any goose bumps forming on her fore arms or the feeling that something strange went on in and around here. It was boring.

She huffed.

She didn't know what she had really expected. She'd heard the rumors but here say was only a little part ofreality. She guessed she'd make another loop of the place and go back home before her father sent out the JH Calvary...or Max. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. And that was who she naturally assumed it was- Max. She leapt around the corner with a smug and devilish smile worn on her lips and gave a frightful "BOO!" as she landed on her two feet.

But it wasn't Max.

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-04 08:13 am UTC (link)

Seven piles of cards lay across the desk of the control panel, each column slightly longer than the next. A hand moved to turn the first card over, then the second, while his eyes moved back and forth between Solitaire and the Multiplex before him. There had been very little activity so far-- at one point, the building had been so dead he double checked the area just to make sure the cameras hadn't been rigged. He also patrolled the outer perimeter, but very few people were moving around this time of night. He had at least expected to see some suspicious SISM activity, but they'd apparently learned to keep that bit of their business on the streets. Harvey sighed as boredom took over and leaned back in the chair, staring blankly at the screens. Honestly, Solitaire wasn't too enthralling, but he didn't think he'd have enough time to lose 6 games consecutively.

Suddenly a figure appeared on a screen, causing him to quickly sit up. "Finally," slipped passed his lips, leaning forward to get a better look. It was a woman, relatively young, and not very intimidating. She didn't seem to know where she was going, so the possibility of her being a resident here was void, the visitor variable dwindling fast. While she wasn't much of a threat, he figured he could either check it out or die of boredom. After all, what if she really was some sort of terrorist? He chuckled; The word "covert" obviously eluded her, and unfortunately, she would not elude him. He grabbed his vest from the back of the chair, and a bottom drawer growled as it opened its mouth. The cards tumbled to their doom with a sweep of his arm, disappearing as the drawer was closed once more.

Harvey let the vest hang low as he pressed the door release button and it hissed in response. He then swung the vest around his shoulders, capilene-clad arms slipping through the holes. The door closed behind him, the sound of the door locking much louder than the zipping of his vest. Down one hall, left, and his feet galloped down the stairs as he rushed to confront the "intruder." The door swung open and he was in the next hallway, sure she couldn't be too far. The sound of movement caught him but he kept his pace, the only thing changing being his hand now resting on his baton. He pulled it from his utility belt and held it two-handed, ready for defense but with no intention of beating her down. Whoever she was, she probably wasn't packing.

When she jumped out at him he stopped, quite stunned. It wasn't because he was a big scaredy cat. He just wasn't expecting...."boo." His brows furrowed in distaste as he put the baton away. "....You got me," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. What was she, 12? Turning to look at her he seemed to have a bit more regard for her. She was no Katherine Heigl, but something about her was... striking. He couldn't help but look her over with a strange, distant look on his face, but he slowly rolled back to reality. "Can I help you find something, miss?" She looked awfully familiar...

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daughter2
2008-03-04 02:33 pm UTC (link)

It was the dramatic moment and the realization that whoever she had just haunted had not been the one she was supposed to be. She put her hand to her mouth as she sucked in a large breath in surprise at the mistake. At least she managed to stifle the shriek that would have followed if she hadn't wrapped her hand around her mouth. This was not Max! This was Robin Hood! Instead of a bow he had a baton. Instead of green he wore black. Her imagination was instantly at play.

" Where are the Merry Men! Where is Little John and Friar Tuck?"she thought to herself. But she had too much self control to say such a thing out loud. She wouldn't want to bruise his ego. Men were awfully sensitive she'd noticed. Still, given the situation she did the only thing you could do in a situation like this and that was laugh.

And it was the sort of laugh that sprang on her all at once. She was instantly bowled over, teary eyed and hysterical. She'd tried to get a word in edge wise to explain herself but it was no use. "I'm...hahahahaha" She'd wave her hand and shake her head, trying to signal with hands and heart that she was making an effort to answer him but she was stuck at the moment in a fit of giggles. "I'm sorry hahahahahaha" It was awfully difficult to pull it together. "I'm....hahahahaha" this went on until she could catch a breath. That was at least two minutes. Then as fast as it had leapt on her the fit was gone and she stood looking back at Sir Skyline. Where's your tights was what she thought to herself as she looked him over, which made her laugh sputter out one last time until finally....FINALLY she had caught it and reigned it back and was now completely in control of it.

"I'm sorry sir." She wanted to be respectful after she had unabashedly just erupted in a tangle of rudeness. "I thought you were someone else. I wouldn't have jumped out at you if I knew you were yourself and the person I thought you were was not here at all." Did that even make sense? It was a tactic. Not a very good one. "I'm just getting some exercise." She wondered what else she should say and thought it best to turn the attention form herself as quickly as she could, "Are you the Guardsman here? I hope I didn't alarm you...." she caught herself and corrected the statement, "besides jumping out like I did. "

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-04 11:21 pm UTC (link)

He wore a look of confusion when she started to laugh uncontrollably. Did he miss a punchline, or was she a bit drunk? Maybe it was a good thing he came down here. His mouth opened and closed every time she seemed to calm down-- only to erupt again. What was she laughing about? What was really that funny? Did she realize what time it was? Certainly wasn't Laugh-Your-Ass-Off Time. The building was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, yet here she was, cuttin' loose. Possibly tipsy, and disturbing the peace. "Excuse me," he mumbled, but she was too busy giggling. He really needed to get this situation under control. But like every other man, he had a soft spot for the ladies. "Miss," he said with exasperation, locking his thumb in a belt loop. Relief settled over him when she finally stopped; Women could get loud, especially when you tied them up, so he was glad he didn't have to cuff her... Not under these circumstances.

He didn't see the difference it made, whether it was him or some other Joe-- she was still playing Jack in the Box. But the ordeal had been done and over with five minutes ago; He was over it. All the other details and unnecessary rambling didn't really register well, but the way she spoke caught his attention. It even made him smirk a bit, wondering what castle she escaped from. Upper class girls were a royal pain in the butt, but they were sexy as hell. He laughed, looking around the corner, then back to her. Guardsman? That was a lofty way to put it... "You could say that," he said, accepting the title. He looked at her a directly, longer than socially acceptable these days, but let up before she could feel uneasy about it. "You here staying?" He asked with the gesture of his thumb.

The only thing that kept Harvey from looking too embarrassed was his bewilderment at her familiarity. He had a tendency of speaking fast and mumbling, and mind tricks probably made her hear "You're staying?" But where the hell did he know her from? She looked familiar, but he knew he didn't know her. At least, he didn't think he did. Either that, or he had been terribly smashed that night. Now that was a possibility... Was that why she was laughing? Was this some sort of awkward run-in? ...Well, she called him sir, so unless that had been a kinky one time request, he highly doubted it.

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daughter2
2008-03-05 03:12 am UTC (link)

Am I staying here?" she asked. She'd heard exactly what he said. She simply interpreted it as his lazy way of asking-Are you staying here. “Well no. No I don‘t live here” She wondered what to do now. Holly didn’t want Harvey to call her Dad after midnight and let him know she was walking around Skyline apartments with no regard to her life. The fact that she was alone was a big no. Would she get in trouble? In the broad sense of the word. But that wasn’t what bothered her the most. It was that her father would be worried and wondering. She scratched the back of her neck and fidgeted uncomfortably.

He didn’t seem to know who she was though. If he did he’d have called her Miss Evans or Miss Holly. Something like that.

She didn’t want to get Max in trouble.

“I err. I wanted to have a look around. I suppose curiosity came along behind me and nipped me in the bum.”That was the honest to sake truth of it. “Is your job exciting?” Yeah. She wanted to know about him. The more they talked about him the less he’d be concerned with her. She looked down at his utility belt. All sorts of doo-hingies dangled off, “You’ve got to have a strong back to carry around so much equipment.” Could that statement be taken the wrong way? Yes. Did she realize this? Not until after she said it.

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-05 03:54 am UTC (link)

His eyes narrowed slightly as he took a shallow breath, her correction drawing a just a bit of blood. "Yeah," he enforced, his irritation clear-- he certainly wasn't smiling anymore. He needed a cigarette break. Which really meant that he needed to make his rounds outside. He nodded as she answered; Good, at least she wasn't lying. He wouldn't have believed her living there for one second. But what was she hiding? Why the slight pause in her speech-- she obviously didn't suffer from any semantic issues like he did, correcting him and all. He shrugged it off and figured maybe she was just a little nervous. He didn't look very intimidating but girls could be funny that way. Her wanting to look around caused a slight cant of his head. Something wasn't right here. Who wanted to walk around some shit hole apartment by themselves? If her and her crazy teenage friends were having a séance on the roof, maybe he'd understand. But this was completely abnormal.

"Nipped." He thought after her. "Bum." Definitely not from around here. His arms snaked across his chest to entwine, now not really sure what to make of all this. He was a problem solver. But he wasn't 100% sure this was a problem. Her next question threw him off. "Hmm?" He gave a light grunt in irritation. Something was up. People don't just ask you how your job is-- you don't just ask the guy serving your burger and fries if he likes working at Burger King, unless you from the Union. That was really none of her business, and after her curt lesson in English he was reminded of why he didn't talk so much. Suddenly her eyes wandered low, and Harvey followed them to his utility belt, before meeting them when she looked back up. Was she hitting on him? If this were any other place and time, she would have found herself on her backside. But he wasn't getting paid to fuck around anymore.

He cleared his throat. "I'm going to have to eh-...." Fuck. What. Was. That word. He put his hand on her back as he gestured for her to go down the hall. "I gotta ask you to leave," he said simply, walking her. "If you don't mind. I'll escort you..." Yes. Escort. It was time for her to leave, and way past time for a cigarette.

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daughter2
2008-03-05 04:17 am UTC (link)

“Oh. “ she said, his hand went to her back and he started to lightly nudge her along with him, “Alright.” She said. Quite frankly she was somewhat relieved. Relieved that he didn’t have a hot line to her dad’s phone. Well…maybe he did. But the good thing was that he wasn’t going to use it to phone home about her. And she wasn’t going to say anything to prompt him to do such a thing. “I’ve had my gander at the goings on at Skyline. I’ll go.” He was still escorting her. She had no idea how much trouble it had been for him to muster up the word.

She’d noticed the gun in the belt. Along with the other odds and ends a guard might have while securing an environment. It suddenly dawned on her that maybe she hadn’t thought about this getting out of the house scenario long enough. At least he was here to see her to the street. Then she’d be on her own.

“Have you used your gun in here?” She decided to make conversation while they went. She wasn’t aware that she had offended him. She’d have hated to know that she had. “I’ve never shot a gun.” was it safe to say something like that? He was her father’s employee so why not. “It doesn’t seem that dangerous around here…”

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-05 04:45 am UTC (link)

Yep. "Oh" was right. Time to go.

"Sorry," he added, not wanting to risk fumbling over the words 'I appreciate your cooperation.' That there was a four-car pile up waiting to happen. Harvey kept his hand at her back, for one because he didn't want her to make any smooth moves, and two because he liked to touch women. He wondered if she really worked for the NIBI. While he was sure John had everything up to par, she didn't belong roaming around the building anyway. Like any other apartment, anyone who did not live there should not be inside unless they were visiting. For the privacy and safety of the tenants. That's why there is a locked gate between the community outside and the one inside. It was nothing personal. Personally, he needed a cigarette, and he couldn't just leave her wandering around inside while he was outside inhaling some cancer.

He held the door open for her, which lead to the lobby. "It's my dirst fay." He said. "First day," he corrected, trying not to make a big deal out of it. He found that usually if you just acted as if it was normal, people treated you normally. If you got embarrassed, people made it worse. He continued to talk, just to help cover it up. "So no, I haven't." He then opened the last door for her, looking at her as she passed. "Yet," he added teasingly, as if insinuating he might shoot her. He stepped out after her and pulled a pack of 27s from his pocket, stepping away from her and resting his back within the corner of the railing. "At this time of night, I'd....(lost word moment)..... watch it." He said, pulling a cig. He took the lighter from inside the box before stashing it away. "Pretty girl like you," he then put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Taking a puff, he slipped the lighter in another pocket.

"Could be dangerous."

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daughter2
2008-03-05 05:07 am UTC (link)

“I didn’t come here to make your job more difficult Sir” she admitted with a hint of apology. “I saw the gate was open and I wanted to see inside. It’s such an old building. There’s just something different about this place.” Certainly he could understand that. And that was all she was going to give him about it. Why should she tell him that sometimes she just yearned to be on her own for awhile. Sometimes she didn’t want to think about her feeble condition and the danger that constantly threatened her existence-whether it was from the sickness that consumed her or the people that wanted to make her a target. Sometimes she wanted to get out, wonder around some place new and forget about it. She didn’t feel sorry for herself as much as she wanted to have a chance to be alone with herself. She didn’t want to be lonely. She just wanted to be alone.

She didn’t make any indication she had noticed his vocal stumbling. She had noticed but it wasn’t as big a deal as he might think. Anyways she was exiting from the very door she had snuck out through. She was surprised to find out that he was coming out with her…He was very thorough. Oh. Cigarettes. She bit her tongue and didn’t say anything about what she thought of tobacco. The smoke tickled her nostrils. It wasn’t the best smell she had smelled. She wondered with all the medical proof about how dangerous cigarettes were, how they could still be legal. It confounded her.

Despite of his bad habit she found herself stalling with him. She even smiled at his joke,”Well I shan’t provoke you enough to draw your weapon on me.” She fluttered her eyelashes, ”I hope.” and then settled in to the moment. Especially when he said she was pretty. She felt her face flush warm, “More dangerous than I could ever guess…right?’ He’d be wrong. She knew that right now she could be shot down on the side walk just to get at the MAN-dear old dad. Then again, according to Ed (her doctor) she could fall down dead from all this excitement. Bullshit. If it was meant to happen then she’d be dead already.

“So what does a Guardsman like you know about dangerous?” She couldn’t help looking over his get up again. It was a very knightly uniform, “Would you protect a girl like me?”

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-05 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Harvey leaned against the corner, watching her through smoke streams. He could feel his worries slip, slip, slipping away with a tingling sensation that started at the back of his neck and slowly rose to his ears. He sighed quietly and took another drag, thankful that there was no one around to ticket him for smoking within a ten foot radius of the door way. Honestly, you couldn't smoke anywhere these days-- it might as well have been illegal. Most apartments wouldn't even let you smoke inside your own place these days. Something about property value. Couldn't smoke on the street without someone five feet ahead of you turning around to glare. Couldn't smoke in restaurants anymore-- that haven was long gone. It was enough to make you want to quit. Except you couldn't. It just wasn't that easy.

He cracked a small smile at her. "I shant". This babe was a real masterpiece, wasn't she? He raised his brows in a "we'll see," fashion, which was easily seen under the cheap yellow/orange light that screamed from above. His eyes then broke away from her, looking at the sidewalk as a man passed by. He was dirty and ragged, with a worn shoe that accidentally exposed his big toe with the ring of a holey sock wrapped around it. He was heard before he was seen really, the rickety racket of his grocery basket seeming louder than it really was at this time of night. He was leaning on it, and despite their presence, he didn't bother to look up. Harvey watched him as he passed, her words more or less background noise now as he put his cigarette out on the rail. He didn't mean to be rude, he was just doing his job, and multi-tasking wasn't that easy.

Grey eyes shift back to her as he heard the tone in her voice change. "Hm?" A small burst of a chuckle escaped him. "Good question," he said with curiosity, standing straight now. "So what does a girl like you need.....(Inner sigh. Frustration. Come on Harvey....)..... protection, from?" He stepped closer, but there was still a good three feet between them. Did he say something about having to work? Fogettaboudit...

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daughter2
2008-03-05 06:38 pm UTC (link)

Her arms wrapped around herself as she watched the homeless man shuffle past them with his cart and his cans and whatever other treasures he could sell; for gin? For food? For what? Holly didn't look at him harshly but with a gram of pity instead. She wanted to believe that this man wanted to live this way. He might tell her he did. But the crust incrusted lines in his face told her otherwise. She felt guilty. She was slightly afraid of him. She didn't know why she had all that she had and he has holey socks and a map of deep lines on his face.

It made her want to stall a little longer. She wanted to make sure that there was only clear air between her and home. Holly wanted to make it home point of fact. If clearing the air before she attempted to get there meant some flirtatious conversation with a good looking security guard then so be it. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His eyes looked green in the yellow light.

He had a mole above his upper lip.

He was stern and serious. It made her own curiosity flare." Aren't you the expert? You’re the one that's made a career of danger." She stepped closer. Now there were two feet between them, "Could you think of any reason any one would want to hurt me?" It gave her a little thrill he didn't recognize her.

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-05 07:21 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't noticed her apprehension toward the bum-- he didn't think anything of him. Sure he might go through some trashcans, but homeless people tended to keep to themselves, and very few were strong enough to cause any real damage. They were mostly malnourished and it was the drunk ones you had to worry about. This guy was just trying to make it. So the fact that Holly was sticking around didn't translate into fear. To him, she was just coming on to him. Which wasn't unusual, and definitely welcome. Harvey watched her as she memorized his features, his own eyes falling over her body. He liked that she was shorter- a girl that was somewhat frail, that he could literally sweep off the ground. A damsel in distress. Like her.

A coy brow raised at her question. Expert? In more ways than one. He smirked. A security job wasn't exactly a "career of danger." But if that was her fantasy, he'd be more than happy to oblige. She took a step closer and at this point the idea of somebody getting mugged on the third floor didn't really bother him much. He didn't answer her next question, he just stood there, looking at her. He wouldn't hurt her, purposely. But sometimes things got a little rough. He was still grinning. "Not unless you really wanted it, no..." He replied. He leaned to the side, his hand on the railing. Who was this mysterious girl? Why was she so familiar, and why wasn't she naked yet? He considered taking her back to the bat cave, but that wasn't very smart either... Who knew when John would pop in? And furthermore, who was to say there weren't camera's in there too?

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daughter2
2008-03-05 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Coy wouldn't be the first word she'd use to describe him. "Oh? If I wanted it. It being the operative word in your assumptions" He was being a man and she knew she had walked right into this. Cool and unafraid she flirted back harmlessly (hopefully), "It seems like you’re an expert in all sorts of things dangerous. Maybe I'm the most dangerous thing of all. Ever think of that?" She smirked at him but nothing about her was sinister no matter what she was pretending. "but of course you have. You're the professional."

This was fun. More fun than she'd like to admit. She felt like a secret agent. Some sort of femme fatale. If her father knew what this guy was implying he would be flattened. It was just the sort of naughty she'd been craving and there wasn't even her own guard to worry about.

But her conscious always got in the way. She didn't want to get him in trouble. Her father had this uncanny ability to find out everything. And this Role playing session could turn into something else too quickly.

"Thanks for escorting me out." She finally said. She really should be going,"I didn't get your name..."

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-05 08:41 pm UTC (link)

He laughed at her response, keeping things lighthearted. Operative word... This babe was killing him, really. There was only one true difference between the upper and lower classes. People in the upper class liked to pretend that they weren't as interested in sex as much as people in the lower class indulged in it. It was their way of being "higher than." It was something to look down their noses at. Harvey was amused, but not offended. She didn't come off as snobby. He just decided to back off a little. Girls were kind of like playing baseball-- three strikes and you were out. So far he was counting one. Besides, she was doing enough on her own, and while Harvey wasn't submissive, he liked to let them come to him. It was much easier when they thought it was their idea to begin with, and definitely more entertaining.

So he just stood there, smirking, amused that she thought she was dangerous. He liked the little game they were playing. For a second there, he thought he might make it to first base. And then just like that, she turned it off. His brows furrowed lightly with confusion, but he replaced it with an expression that was half knowing. Girls. They loved to play hard to get. It was frustrating, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He played it off, acting nonchalant about it. And truthfully he was. She wasn't a last chance situation-- he had other options. Would've been nice, but it wasn't the end of the world. He picked himself up off the railing. "Harvey," he said, holding his hand out. "You?" The wind seemed to pick up, but it was nothing extreme for New York. It did make the light sprinkling a bit more noticeable, so she was probably getting cold.

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daughter2
2008-03-06 02:41 am UTC (link)

She took his hand. She instantly felt the warmth of his hand envelope her cool, pale one She looked down as the hands met. Holly loved hands. She thought he had great hands. He used his hands a lot. She could feel the roughness of his calluses and how solid his fingers were…They were very large. His nails were short. His knuckles were impressive. She pulled away because she suddenly felt embarrassed, like they had something too intimate, and she wasn‘t ready to handle that. Not really. But she was a master at masking these sorts of discomfited moments. More for the others sake. For peace sake.

Instead of looking uncomfortable she smiled. Harvey was an unusual name she thought. It was masculine but plain. “It’s been a pleasure Harvey. I’ll see you around.” She said with a wink and then started to back away from where he stood. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

That’s when she turned with a bright, and wide smile, wrapped up in some internal glee that had spouted out of a potentially dull evening out and started home. She put the collar on her coat and started to move fast against the wind and drizzle. She didn’t feel the cold much. Holly’d never flirted with such abandonment before. And maybe it was because she was alone that she felt she should. She wanted to feel chance and improvise what she wanted to say rather than saying what was expected of her. He’d let her be free to pretend and she liked that about Harvey…even if he didn’t have a clue about the real her- Holly Evans. He wouldn’t have been so free himself if he knew who she really was.

But then again…she liked that maybe he would have. She’d never know.

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harvey_caldwell
2008-03-06 03:05 am UTC (link)

Her hands were soft and small, and typically girly. He was gentle with them, afraid that he would crush them, not really having much to prove to a girl he could probably raise over his head. He let her dainty knuckles slip past his digits, and allowed his hand to fall to his side as he watched her suddenly withdraw. His expression wasn't visibly confused by her behavior, shocked, hurt, or happy. Rather it had the blank visage of expectancy; She was a little unpredictable. Her departing wink lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, yanking it into half of a smile at her "maybe." He raised his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Maybe," he repeated, mostly to himself and thus the word didn't reach much further than.

He watched her leave, not because he was mad struck in love but because he was a nice guy and it was late out. He wasn't going to follow her, so once she was no longer in sight he turned around and went back inside the building. "That girl is familiar as hell," he mused as he made his rounds about inside. "Still didn't get her name," he thought with slight irritation. "Whatever... That was odd... I'd better mention it to John, just in case she was some sort of inspector."

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