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Oliver. King. ([info]cyprian) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-20 04:14:00

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Entry tags:dorian gray, plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Trenton & Isobel & [whomever would like to show their shining faces]
What: Post speakeasy-escape, reconvening on the street and then catching some warmth inside a local diner while plans are made.
Where: Chicago, 1929.
When: Late, nearing sunrise to after sunrise.
Warnings: N/A.
Notes: Like I said, if any of the escapees wants to join them, feel free. Or forever hold your peace.



It was too cold to hang out in the alley for any longer than necessary, besides one typically wanted to flee the scene of the crime, not rub elbows with the police. Trenton had spent many chilling winters in New York, but Chicago felt colder somehow. The wind seemed to take serious offense to them, and it whipped violently at the hem of Isobel's dress as Trenton led them to the sidewalk and quickly down the street.

He hadn't said anything, or encouraged her statement about them finding a place to stay. Trenton was silent as he helped her/pulled her down the sidewalk, suddenly thinking very heavily on the subject of money. He'd never really had to worry about money before, but the realization that credit cards probably didn't exist in 1929 was enough to make him feel a little ill. What was he.. supposed to do?

Isobel said that she had some money in her purse, but how much money could a woman be expected to keep on them? Besides, Isobel didn't even live on the Deluxe floor of Bellum -- how were they going to afford the Plaza or the Four Seasons with what she had in her purse? Trenton briefly cursed himself because now that he thought back on it, he was fairly certain that he'd seen that one redheaded cunt from P1 back at the speakeasy. She probably had a decent amount of money on her.

Wonderful, Dorian drawled. Now we're stuck with this wreck of a girl.

Trenton frowned, the cold finally getting to him enough that he gestured to the distant neon glow of a diner on the corner. "Let's warm up and figure out what the fuck we need to do."



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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 12:29 am UTC (link)
A sigh escaped her lips and she didn't comment on that, though... he did have a point. They weren't exactly at the top of everyone's bff list, were they? And did she really mind that? No, not particularly. So her expression twisted just a bit and she glanced up as the waitress brought their order, a cup of coffee sat in front of each them and a slice of cherry pie in front of Trenton, the waitress paying more than a little attention to him as she sat it down.

Isobel didn't seem to notice, already grabbing the sugar container and pouring a liberal dose of sweet into her caffeine before taking a sip. "You're right," she said after a moment, feeling better with the warmth coursing through her. "Then we'll find a room for the night. And... I don't know. Shake Chicago up tomorrow. What else is there to do? I've spent enough time hiding in my room to want to stay in."

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 01:43 am UTC (link)
There was the possibility to consider that they'd be back in Bellum when the sun rose. Maybe this was a timed incident like the moon, because Trenton could not configure any way that they'd all boarded a time machine. Of course, there was also the likelihood that this was nothing but a dream.. but Trenton tried not to consider that too deeply. He'd rather be a free man in 1929 Chicago than a convict in 2010 New York.

Trenton straightened from his vagrant slouch when the waitress set their coffees down, giving the older woman a wink just to encourage the roses to bloom in her cheeks when she set off for the kitchen once more.

"This city needs me," Trenton began while plucking up his fork. He dug loose a vibrant cherry from the wounded edge of his pie, and savored it with a smile. "We'll show it how to have a good time."

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 01:50 am UTC (link)
Somewhere, deep down inside, Isobel knew she ought to be more distraught by the situation they found themselves in, but somehow, she couldn't dwell on that, at least right now. So instead she gave him a little grin, leaning up and reaching over across the the table to pluck up a cherry that had escaped from the confines of the crust, popping it between her lips and settling back in her seat, licking her fingers slowly clean.

"I like the sound of that," she said with a bite of her lip, licking them clean and settling back, crossing her legs beneath the table and giving one of his legs a little nudge with her own. "Never did get a chance to see New York with you. You'll make it up to me here?"

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 02:36 am UTC (link)
Trenton sank back in his booth, chasing away the taste of melting sugar with a hard, black sip of coffee. The bitterness made him wince, and he quickly set to doctoring it up with a heavy hand of cream. Another bite of pie, another swallow of coffee that was quickly going lukewarm now that he'd colored it a very pale taupe. Trenton adjusted his shoulders and habitually rolled his wrists, enjoying the newness of no handcuffs. This city felt fresh, it was just the escape he needed. The building must love him.

Like a king in his new found kingdom, Trenton saw no downside right now. Money? Lodging? Pfft. There was pie, what the hell else did he need?

Like a barracuda spotting something shiny, his attention rose to Isobel when she licked some cherry from her fingers. The dark brushstroke of his eyebrows rose in self-amusement when Dorian spoke up with half a dozen lewd suggestions. One in particular had Trenton smirking into the rim of his coffee, refusing to yet take a sip in case he might choke on it.

Grinning in distraction, and shaking his head, Trenton tilted his attention back out the window. "I've never been to Chicago, we'll discover it together."

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 02:59 am UTC (link)
Her gaze was steady on him, sip after sip of coffee taken, the caffeine easing some of her stress with it's familiarity and comfort. "What's so funny?" she asked at the sight of his grin,, hiding her own smile behind the rim of the cup, humming a little tune just under her breath.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 03:58 am UTC (link)
"Dorian Gray," Trenton answered, immediate and honest. He'd been nothing but truthful with Isobel, about the most horrible aspects of himself, there was no reason to slow the tsunami now.

He didn't look at her when he said it, it was a casual admission. His attention sharpened on the street, the population of cars and stragglers was dwindling, it should be morning soon. "He can be pretty hilarious.."

His city boy drawl went nonchalant, and it matched his shrug when he dug another forkful of pie. But this time, he held it across the table, toward her in offering.

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 11:00 am UTC (link)
The coffee cup was sat down at the offering of the bite of pie, and she leaned forward to slip it from the fork with mouth and tongue before settling back, savouring the bite for a long, happy moment. Once she had swallowed, she canted her head to the side.

"Why? What's he saying to you?" she asked. "Rapunzel is... she just keeps telling me I'm being stupid. And here I thought I grew up sheltered." Isobel laughed then, washing the sweetness of the pie away with a sip of coffee.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-23 04:18 am UTC (link)
"It's nothing," he placated her with a smile, one that said whatever Dorian had whispered, it certainly wasn't nothing. Retrieving his fork after Isobel had taken her bite of pie, Trenton popped the sterling in his mouth to savor a lingering bit of neon cherry. He smiled around the silverware, watching her for a moment longer before he sank back against his seat. Bluegreen attention wavered, for the first time noting that there were two other people near by. Strange, and strangers. He considered that they might be from Bellum, but saw no reason to address the subject. He wasn't exactly friends with anyone that called that building home.

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-23 11:36 am UTC (link)
"You'll tell me later, right?" she asked before she lapsed into silence herself, letting thoughts wander, and eventually she followed where his attention slid, taking in the two men, but not recognizing them, she looked back to Trenton.

"Let's go find some place to catch a bit of sleep. I swear if I sit here for too much longer, you're going to have to carry me outta here." She flashed him a grin then hid behind her cup of coffee, closing her eyes as she savoured it.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-23 07:36 pm UTC (link)
"Maaaybe." Trenton drew the word out in a long tease, contemplating it like stretched taffy before lifting a mutinous paw toward the waitress, waving that twenty dollar bill between two wicked fingers. It was his fingers he was suddenly thinking so deeply on, the amusement of his earlier expression all but vacated, and he nodded absently when Isobel said something about being carried out.

"Sure." Only half listening. When the waitress took the money and went to make change, Trenton turned his palm over and examined it. Did they even have fingerprint studies in 1929? Wasn't this the age of bank robberies and train hijackings?

Think of what we can get away with, Dorian coaxed professionally. You will not be bored in this city, that is certain.

Although Trenton wasn't entirely sure he liked where Dorian's train of thought was heading -- jumping loose from it's tracks at breakneck speed -- he did have to admit that the man had a point. He could do anything here. He was a new man here.

The waitress brought him back his change, and Trenton's attention was rekindled on Isobel's sweet grin when he gestured her out of her seat, and took her arm. Escorting her once more into the cold, where they caught a cab a moment later.

"The nicest place we can stay for.." He consulted his money and her's. "Forty-eight bucks." The driver seemed to have something in mind, because the cab leapt from the curb and into the rising glitter of dawn.

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