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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 10:14:08 GMT -8
Jerrie opened the passenger door with her without thinking about it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 10:17:33 GMT -8
She gave him a hard look at that, shrugging out of her coat and positioning it on the seat in the plan to not bleed on the actual seat before climbing into the truck.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 23:37:05 GMT -8
He closed her door and then went around, climbing in and starting the truck up. "So what happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 23:42:58 GMT -8
She let her head fall back against the seat before turning to look at him. "Surely you've lived here long enough you don't have to ask that..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 23:48:55 GMT -8
"I've lived 'ere long enough t' know there's two ways t' get y'self shot. I'm jus' tryin' t' figure out which one 'appened 'ere." He turned the truck toward Downtown.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 23:57:42 GMT -8
She sighed softly, turning her head back again to look at the lights as they passed from the front window. "You never did ask me what I did in the war you know," she said after a moment. "It just seems that I never stopped fighting is all."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 0:14:54 GMT -8
He glanced at her, "I figured if y' felt it was my business y'd tell me." The torbie fell silent, considering for a long moment, "I'm sorry y' had t' go through that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 0:18:44 GMT -8
She leaned her head back to look at him again. "I don't need pity," she said softly, unable to muster the anger she would have liked to, instead just sounding tired.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 0:32:50 GMT -8
"It ain't pity." He replied, "It's truth. Ain't no one should have t' go through that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 0:38:57 GMT -8
Sighing softly, she watched him drive for a moment, still too tired to be angry, and almost too tired to respond at all. "... You know," she said after a moment. "You're not particularly normal either, are you? Most cats would have walked on, and certainly not have offered a shot queen a ride to the hospital."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 0:46:11 GMT -8
He shrugged a bit, "I never said I was."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 0:52:48 GMT -8
"No," she said softly. "I suppose you didn't." There was a pause. "I'm surprised you don't seem to think worse of me for this..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 10:20:32 GMT -8
He kept his eyes on the road as he replied, "I guess I ain't as surprised as I could be. I didn' really expect it a you, but in this city if you ain't in th' underworld y' know people who are. I don' think it's really fair t' judge someone based on what they do wit' their life. I mean, sure if there was pleasure in killin' for 'em then yeah, but as a job..." He shrugged, "I dunno."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 10:50:24 GMT -8
She blinked at him for a very long moment. "It's a job," she said softly, as if wanting to prove that she wasn't really in it for the pleasure of killing to him. "And just that. I'd always been told, do what you're good at and that... is."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 10:55:52 GMT -8
He smiled a bit mirthlessly at that, nodding, "I knwo what y' mean. Sometimes what we're good at ain't exactly what society thinks we should be, hm?" He pulled the truck to a stop outside the hospital and got out, going around and opening her door, offering her a paw to help her down if she wanted it. It would likely be less jarring than getting out of the truck on her own.
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