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Tweak says, "DEATH BY SNUU SNUU!!"

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

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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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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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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