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Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-12-23 20:34:00

Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	"No Ordinary Love" by Urbandub (cover)
Entry tags:	greed, zoe hansen

Who: Greed and Zoe
What: Plan B in action!
When: Christmas Eve! December 24th, 5-6 am!
Where: NY subway, Greed's apartment
Warnings: Sketchy stalkers are sketchy!
Notes: Set this up early Lucky as I think tomorrow is gonna be busy for peeps! I know I get the joy of working on Christmas Eve.

It didn't take long for Greed to go out and find a suspect for his big plan. He had an entire row of these goons lined up ready for a mug shot before he settled on the right one. He could have just thrown all of them at her but then that could turn ugly fast. He just wanted to scare her a little bit. Make her run so he could swoop in as a white knight. She'd believe it, let him in enough and whisk her off to Kansas in the morning. It was pretty brilliant. Wrath or Zoe couldn't string him up if he'd saved the day!

Greed had set up everything down to the minute. It was still dark outside, the sun hadn't even risen yet. It was the right time of day when not a lot of people were bustling around the subway system. Even if it was Christmas Eve, it was still quite early, there wasn't many out aside from the homeless at the bottom of the station. The man Greed had labeled as "Idiot Joe" texted him the moment he spotted their target. Greed had overheard a while ago that every Christmas Zoe went to visit her parents grave. Sentimental stuff that humans loved to hang on to. So he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would be there at exactly 5 o'clock. The trip was further out so there was some time for her to get uncomfortable until her stop.

Joe sat a few seats down even with a nearly empty car. He was supposed to just be a shadow that made a few faces and hoovered over her once the car stopped. Greed was supposed to be a few stops down, giving Joe plenty of time to do magic. Greed was sure he didn't get all his money until the job was done first, unfortunately the little Sin missed his train. He either sat around for another one (but by then it would be an hour or so too late and the opportunity would be missed) or he ran back to get his car. He went with option B. Which would put him a good fifteen minutes behind schedule.

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history_repeats
2012-12-24 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Zoe frowned, that was an odd choice of words. But before she could dwell on it he was offering to get her clothes. "What? No. No, no, really, just take me home." She frowned and patted his arm as if trying to stop him, "Chance, come on.." but then they were parking and wanted to beat her head against the window. "You're bleeding and you're going to go shopping?"

She put a hand to her forehead knowing this was pointless to argue but then dropped it and quickly shouted after him as he started to get out of the car, "Just something simple! Whatever is on sale. Think of it this way, only if you hate it, then get it." because she knew his taste in clothing which went from ultra expensive to downright hooker attire with no in between. All she needed was a simple top and bottom that shouldn't cost more than $10 total so she could wear something to get home from his place.

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better_than
2012-12-24 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Greed picked up a handful, so he had two or three bags when he came out of the store. He had paid for half of it, the rest he had shoved into his bags. He even got himself a new leather jacket. This one was so ruined. Shoes too.

Tossing the bags into the backseat, no one would have guessed he had a gaping wound to his side. Without a word he peeled out of the parking lot and to his apartment running every stop light on his way. The sun was up by the time he reached his building, leaving little ice and fog on his windshield. He bundled Zoe into his arms again with the baggage and proceeded inside where it was warm.

There...safely in his apartment.

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history_repeats
2012-12-24 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Zoe's mouth dropped open when he brought back more than one bag. There wasn't a need for it so she shook her head, "I hope to God those are all for you.." she wasn't going to accept anything more than what she needed and she was going to pay for it herself.

During the hellish drive she seemed to be in thought. Something was niggling at her and now that things were calmer she could process what happened. She didn't kick up a big fuss when he picked her up again, her only protest a sigh of surrender.

Once inside, she looked at the sofa and then at him, "Can you please put me on the sofa? And get some ice and the first aid kit? The swelling has to go down before I can shower and I can clean your side in the meantime." she didn't want to go near his bed. She didn't want to know who'd been in it or what'd been going on in it.

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better_than
2012-12-25 01:18 am UTC (link)

He dropped her down on the couch with all the bags. He was more intent on pulling out all the purchases than looking over his own wound. "Oh, right. Ice." He came back with a towel full of ice after he'd dropped half of it on the kitchen floor. He dumped it in her lap, proceeding to take off her boot so they could see the real damage. He was gentle but every time she hitched her breath he stopped moving and looked at her as if she needed to tell him he could proceed.

When her shoe was off he looked at those damned stockings. "Really?" He had a pair of scissors in the kitchen he was ready to just cut a hole right above the ankle and rip off the foot of those things. He hated them.

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history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:27 am UTC (link)

Zoe shook her head as he was distracted from the important thing at hand. Like blood and injuries. Sometimes she didn't know how he got anything done. She took off her ruined coat slowly and jumped when he dumped the ice in her lap, "Thanks.." she muttered. She wasn't big and muscle-y like him so she flinched and winced as he poked and prodded but she let him do it since they needed to see the extent of the damage. And for right now? He almost, almost seemed like the guy she knew. Almost.

She gave him a look when he complained about her tights, "It's cold." she handed him the ice bundled in the towel and gave a shake of her hair, "Look away for a minute." she was not taking them off while he was sitting right there and she couldn't leave the couch.

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better_than
2012-12-25 01:36 am UTC (link)

"I could just cut them off." He made a scissor motion with his hand. "It's not that cold!" He also had a car with heat where she had to walk in the open air.

"Fine, fine," he covered his eyes with his hand but she didn't budge. He peaked through his fingers with a grumpy sigh turning his back during her state of semi-undress. "Done?" he asked after a minute because it felt like at least five.

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history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:42 am UTC (link)

The tights were completely ruined so he wouldn't be destroying them but she wouldn't give him the perverse satisfaction of cutting them off.

She crossed her arms over her chest until he turned his head because she didn't trust him to not look. When he asked if she was done his response came with her bunched up stockings hitting him in the head. When he'd looked, her abandoned coat was draped over her naked legs but part of her shins and her feet were visible and the injured foot was swollen and discolored.

She reached her hands out for the ice, "Give me that and get the first aid kit so I can clean you up." her eyes going to his side where his wound was. She was trying to act like it was no big deal but her concern for him was seeping into her tone.

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better_than
2012-12-25 01:47 am UTC (link)

Getting up off the table he shoved it towards her so he could prop her foot up onto it with a pillow, tossing the ice right down on it. It was cold, the ice hadn't even started to melt.

In a flash he was gone to the bathroom peeling off his leather jacket onto the floor. He came back into the living room with the giant first aid kit which he dumped on the couch beside her. He sat back down on the table with her foot propped, peaking under the ice to see if it had made any change.

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history_repeats
2012-12-25 01:53 am UTC (link)

Zoe placed the ice next to her foot so it could do its magic and she could tend to Greed. There was zero difference when he peeked because like with most wounds, the only thing that healed them was time.

She rooted around in the first aid box and took out a bottle of alcohol and a square cotton pad. She looked at him and said gently, "Um.. you need to take off your shirt." she'd have asked him to just hold it up but it was just easier to not deal with it.

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better_than
2012-12-25 02:06 am UTC (link)

Peeling the shirt off had not gone as gently as the coat. The rough fabric was already glued to his side, stuck to the wound. With each tug it was like ripping off a band-aid on a very large cut. Eventually he wiggled out of the shirt.

"That stuff stings!" he pointed a finger at her even though she hadn't even pressed it against the wound. His stomach muscles were contracting away from it even so. He could feel it burn just being inches away. He had no qualms going down to hell to burn in hellfire, but he was a big baby over alcohol on an open wound like any five year old.

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history_repeats
2012-12-25 02:12 am UTC (link)

Zoe doused the square swab with alcohol but as he kicked up a fuss, she dropped her hands and gave him an exasperated look, "You walk through a hurricane no problem but some alcohol and you're a big whiny baby?"

She put the bottle down and the fumes from the pad were intense but it had to be done. She looked at him and moved the pad closer to him, "We'll go slow okay? I'll clean up around it first." and she touched the pad to right next to the wound, wiping away the blood so she could better see where the actual cut was. She focused on what she was doing, not liking having to have him sit so close to her. There was something that was still bothering her though, "Chance... can I ask you something?"

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better_than
2012-12-25 02:15 am UTC (link)

"What?" he asked through gritted teeth, his breath sucked in each time she poked that pad closer to the wound. He had an inkling where this was going and he didn't want to tell her. In fact he had every intention of keeping his mouth shut. It was coincidence. He just happened to find her. He decided to meet her there knowing she was visiting her parents graves. Anything but the fact that he had orchestrated the entire thing. Ingenious as it was of a plan.

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history_repeats
2012-12-25 02:19 am UTC (link)

Zoe still didn't look at him, just working away. One pad was completely red and she put it to the side and doused a fresh one. "Not that I'm not grateful for you being there.. but.." she touched the wound lightly cleaning it as gently as she could and then paused and looked at him, curious brown eyes looking into his baby blues, "How did you..?" she looked to the side with just her eyes and then gave a shrug of her shoulders and looked back at him with a brief quirk of her brows. He knew what she was asking.

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	better_than 2012-12-25 02:34 am UTC (link)
	Greed held his mouth shut, his nose twitching to her question. At the gentle touch to his wound he muttered under his breath. "It wasn't supposed to go that way!" He huffed. Fuck it she did it again. She was actually listening, asking questions---more than she had offered in weeks. In some twisted way Greed expected them to be together again after this. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	history_repeats 2012-12-25 02:38 am UTC (link)
	Zoe's hand went still, "Go.. what way..?" she gave him a look like she expected him to come clean about whatever it was he was talking about. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	better_than 2012-12-25 02:42 am UTC (link)
	"I just wanted to scare you a little," he pinched his fingers together. "That's all. None of this---" He motioned his hands around them in a circular pattern. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	history_repeats 2012-12-25 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Zoe still looked confused for a second and then realization dawned on her face, "YOU did this!?" shock and horror couldn't begin to describe what she was feeling. "So you what? You hired this.. this.. creep to assault me?" the gentleness in her touch was gone, the wound wasn't entirely clean yet but her touch in general was gone. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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