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Post by Iole on Mar 27, 2009 22:34:00 GMT -5
Well anyone who can watch me use my power and not flinch earns my respect.
::Iole nods and smiles teasingly::
I don't have anywhere else to go. But no funny business. I heard what you and Sid were talking about. By the way, what does old horseface and his mistress do for you guys around here anyway? I thought they were killed during the riots.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 22:53:14 GMT -5
"Don'ta pay attention te him. He's always jokin wit me about tat. An tey run some of the 'accomindations' for visitin officials and set up one of te ration lines here in te Crest. Most'y jus wan te siphon off te rest of us, it seems."
It's now night when the two return back to the flat, dark but the night is starry and clear. The streets are quiet, thanks in part due to a curfew for non-LPA. The homes and streets are dark as well, the street lights off. It may be a bit eerie for Iole, the last time she was here, this type of environment would of spelled trouble. Yet, now, it seems peaceful and safe, even if surrounded by war-zones.
"Ye sure about tomorrow, Iole?" Oliver asks as they near the flat. "I'd understan comp'etely if ye don'ant te fight. Ye did'in have ta volunteer for me sake."
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Post by Iole on Mar 27, 2009 22:57:53 GMT -5
::Iole smiles::
That's what family does for each other. Don't worry about me. Just focus on your mission. But... I know he said it was condemned, but are you sure there isn't going to be anyone in that building tomorrow?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 23:02:12 GMT -5
"Tanks, Iole. Tat means alot. Special'y after wat happened earlier." Oliver then shakes his head 'no'. "Gin Street 'as been near abandoned since te Vigilance Committee went in tere an cleaned it up, got rid of te prostitution and ot'er illicit actives, mos'people jus' moved away. Then wen te fight'in broke out, it has been a big focal point. Anybody be a dumb te stay around tere."
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Post by Iole on Mar 27, 2009 23:12:13 GMT -5
::Iole breathes a sigh of relief::
That'll help me sleep a little easier.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 23:19:15 GMT -5
"Not gonna help me none..." Oliver states as an aside.
They arrive back at the flat, its dark inside, the power out. Oliver lights a lamp and set it in the study. "Iole, don'real'y got another place to sleep so ye take me bed. I'll'et cozy in here. I'll wake ye in te mornin."
He opens a closet and pulls down an extra blanket and pillow. "Need anytin before sleep?"
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Post by Iole on Mar 27, 2009 23:23:26 GMT -5
::She pretends to think to herself for a moment, then when he least expects it, she gives him a quick peck on the cheek::
Nope. I'm good.
::Then she closes the door to change before he can say anything else::
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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 23:40:04 GMT -5
Oliver stands there for a moment, dumbstruck. Then rubs the spot on his cheek where she kissed, smiles, then walks into the kitchen, still in a slightly confused state.
Once there, he turns on a battery lamp and sits down at his workbench on which rests an explosive device. He sits there for a time, inspecting it and as the hours pass, his eyes grow tired before sleep takes him.
((Going to start a new thread))
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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 23:59:02 GMT -5
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