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J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry ([info]ex_peepshows656) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-02-07 01:34:00

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Entry tags:cheshire cat, meg giry

Who: James & Rick
What: A phonecall.
Where: Wherever. James is calling from work.
When: Evening, several days after the anon post.
Warnings: None, really.


She'd told Lotte that she would talk to someone about the threats that had been made. James didn't want to, because talking about it made it actual. Although, she wasn't new to the lecture that ignoring something didn't make it go away, didn't make it any less real. Still, it was easy. There was an unfamiliar feeling of anger sitting in the pit of her stomach when she picked up the payphone in the back of the club. She didn't recognize the fury in any sense as her own. She didn't recognize any sliver of it as spawned over her own well being.. she was angry over Lotte. The girl was easily worried and upset and made into such a shivering mess that James' fingers were twisted into white knuckles when she punched in a series of memorized numbers. Rick's cell phone. She didn't know who else to talk to. And although she didn't read much into that, she knew he'd at least be able to suggest a decent alarm system.



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[info]ex_peepshows656
2010-02-09 12:02 am UTC (link)
This wasn't what James wanted to hear, and she stood in bristled silence on her end of the receiver for a long moment. Not that she'd wanted Rick to lie to or disillusion her. She just would have preferred if he'd been able to tell her that the threats were the source of some sadistic housewife or bored teenager.

"Alright," she said with a sigh of resolution. Like she'd been waiting for this -- for something she already knew Rick would say -- before coming to her decision.

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[info]takingsides
2010-02-09 02:42 am UTC (link)
"It's probably nothing," he said, as if that was reassuring. "Just because that makes it possibly something, doesn't mean it's not probably nothing. What are you going to do about it?" Obviously, he assumed she was going to, because otherwise, she wouldn't have called.

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[info]ex_peepshows656
2010-02-09 02:52 am UTC (link)
"I don't know," the admission was murmured across a plane of dark thought. While the statement was a little uncertain, strained with a tiredness that she rarely expressed, the words that followed it up with firm. "I'll think of something." Resolute and determined, clipped with a soft anger that had nowhere to direct itself. Nobody to point the finger at, and so the heat just scalded the satiny edge of James' voice.

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[info]takingsides
2010-02-09 04:35 am UTC (link)
"Might drop by on my way home," Rick offered without offering, just in case she didn't want to be alone after work. "There's a taco place near there I've been meaning to try. What time are you off?"

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[info]ex_peepshows656
2010-02-09 04:49 am UTC (link)
"Ten," James answered with a break in her disturbed quiet. Lifted out of it with a smile gone soft with the admission. There was a revival of music, like a door being opened, a muffled voice in the background, and then the quiet once again.

"I've got to go," she sighed into the receiver. "Maybe I'll see you later." It wasn't a question, just a subtle offer, a possibility. All mights and maybes.

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[info]takingsides
2010-02-10 02:47 am UTC (link)
Thoughtful: "Maybe." He stayed on the line until she disconnected.

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