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Charlie Crews (i_zen) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-07-03 17:26:00

Entry tags:

blind seer, charlie crews, firekeeper, harleen quinzel

So we meet again [Harley, Firekeeper/Blindseer if they wanna]
Charlie was feeling pretty good as he woke up that morning. He had a free scoop of ice cream out there waiting for him; it might have been a silly thing to be happy about, but how often did one get a free scoop of ice cream from a young lady? Not that he thought about her in such terms that might get him arrested, but she was a nice young lady; too many young men and women these days had problems with authority. Charlie had problems with authority, but it was of a different nature.

The detective showered, smiling the whole while, got ready for the day (clothes and such - no shoes yet), and went down to have his usual breakfast - some sort of fruit. He was curious to see what the City would bring to him; as he opened the door to the refrigerator, he took a moment to realize that he was happy. Happiness wasn't a bad thing, but he was happy in a prison. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the cool whiteness with what looked to be a couple fruits that didn't come from Earth at all. He was happy in a prison?

"I could be happy anywhere, or content. A prison is only in the mind. The world is not a prison unless I make it so." His voice took on that singsongy nature that he'd heard on the tapes, but it held questions. Was this true? Could he make a prison a place of content?

"I should find someone and discuss this. Wish Reese were here. Perhaps Jennifer?"

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i_zen
2009-07-13 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"You've got the wrong place." Charlie didn't explain how she got the wrong place, and he wasn't going to. He just took a bite of his apple and leaned against the door jamb, blocking any entrance she might have. This wasn't the goofy fellow who threatened to shoot her because he was a cop. He had a different feel to him; he'd been in before, and he'd survived.

He chewed the bite of apple thoughtfully, and those thoughts were anything but calm and soothing. While he understood that Firekeeper needed friends, this friend she didn't need. Gun-toting maniacs really weren't the best for braiding hair and doing nails...okay, in some cases they were, but he didn't like that this particular gun-toting maniac now knew his address.

"Guess you'll have to go," said upon swallowing apple. "Wouldn't suggest coming back either." There wasn't a smile. There wasn't that searching look to his eyes. He was cold and blank. This was his house; Firekeeper, whether she wanted it or not, was now under his protection. The house already had filled its quota on whackjobs.

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i_lovemrj
2009-07-13 09:23 pm UTC (link)

Harley blinked at the sudden shift in attitude, then narrowed her eyes in speculation. There was no reason for him to be that hostile. Unless he really did remember her. And if he did, then he wasn’t playing nicey nice, he wasn’t going by the rule book that they gave cops in her city.

Well if he wasn’t going to play the rules, neither was she. Not that she’d had any intention of doing so in the first place, but Harl considered herself a pretty nice person. She was easy to approach. She liked a good joke. She didn’t lose her temper too much. Even on the roof, had she shot him? No, she had not. She’d found a way around that so neither one of them had to be mean. And what did she get in thanks?

Some goon munching on an apple giving her the stink-eye, that’s what! The big jerk. Just who did he think he was? A big jerk, that’s who. Poor kid lived in a place with this bozo, it was no wonder she spent time under a bridge with her wolf.

Harley leaned back, deliberately letting her eyes go to the number on the house. Then she turned her head to look at the street sign before returning her gaze to the cop in the doorways. “Nope. This is the right place,” she contradicted him, her tone still light and friendly. “The City moves things around a bit, but the street sign and the number say it’s the right place. I think I’ll believe them because I think you’re bein’ a little bit rude right now.”

Taking a step back, she let her arms hang freely at her side, no real indication that she was getting ready to do anything even though she was making sure she was loose and limber enough to do just that. Looking up, she debated other possible entry points to the house even as she noted, “A smart guy might wonder why a person would bother to try to track down a virtual stranger in this damn city with the way things shift all the time. A smart guy might ask what brought a girl to a place before giving her the cold shoulder. But I don’t think you’re all that smart.”

Her chin dropped a fraction of an inch to glance at him for half a second. “Because a smart guy would have closed that window upstairs.”

That was all the warning he got before she was scrambling up and off of the porch, using the downspout for leverage to nimbly scale up the side of the house. She didn’t think that the kid was inside at this point. She was probably out running around with her wolf. But that wasn’t the point anymore. The big jerk wouldn’t let her in, and Harley didn’t let anyone tell her no anymore.

Despite the fact that her boots on her harlequin outfit had better traction, she did okay with the running shoes, and it was hardly a blink of time later that she was in the window. Ha! She was in the house! In the bathroom, but still… in the house. She stood on the rug in front of the tub and did a butt-shaking nah-nah dance. Then jerked the door open to figure out where the hell she was in this place, and how to avoid having him grab her when she was on his turf.

Ooo, this was fun!

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	i_zen 2009-07-21 10:19 pm UTC (link)
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