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Post by Jacky on Nov 7, 2007 15:03:00 GMT
Mort reread the last paragraph he wrote, and content with his work, he saved it. He adjusted his glasses and looked over his laptop into the park, at the kids playing with radiographic controlled boats in the pond. His gaze then wandered to Carolina, who was a little further off. He recognized her, and without thinking much he shut down his laptop and folded it shut, getting up and going her way. "Hey." He caught up with her soon enough.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 7, 2007 15:10:48 GMT
She knew he was in the park somewhere, just didn't know where. When she heard a familiar voice she stopped her quick paces and turned to Mort "..oh.. it's you" she mumbled "Hi" trying to seem friendly but obviously with a bitter tone. "what are you doing? " she asked him suddenly, narrowing her eyes "I'm a journalist remember?" referring back to his i-dont-like-to-talk-to-journalists
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Post by Jacky on Nov 7, 2007 15:14:23 GMT
He gave her an apologetic smile. "Yeah, about that... I'm sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, a shy gesture that seemed to be one of his trademarks. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that, you know. I just.. don't like it when people try to force news outta a person just to get a good story." He hesitated. "...But since you weren't doing that.. I apologize."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 7, 2007 15:27:26 GMT
"You're right. I wasn't trying to get a story I was busy trying to apologize in my way for my behaviour. But it seems like you don't have much knowledge of people so nevermind it's okay. I shouldn't have expected some kind of a truce or whatever people call it". She sighed and turned her back to him "anything else?" She asked, trying to sound tough but her voice betrayed a bit of hurt/disappointment...
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Post by Jacky on Nov 7, 2007 16:06:40 GMT
Mort didn't feel like he had a reason to be friends with her though.. as long as he had decently apologized and she accepted it, things were settled as far as he was concerned. So he shrugged. "No. Just sorry." He therefore said.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 7, 2007 16:21:12 GMT
"Right well.. just keep in mind that journalists have feelings too, you kinda stepped on mine. But then again.. with your past I can understand that you don;t know anything about women and their feelings either" she shrugged "Consider yourself forgiven, I hope you feel good about yourself again. Good luck with your book" she muttered and walked away.
As she walked away she started realizing that she believed herself, her own story, that she was hurt and that he had been a jerk to her. She even felt odd inside, eery..
It was just an act right ?
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Post by Jacky on Nov 7, 2007 16:24:36 GMT
He frowned at that, wondering how her words made *her* any better than he was, in her opinion. On the matter of feelings, she might wanna take the same course he apparently needed so bad. After all... *his past* had nothing to do with this matter.. and that had been a fucking cheap shot.
Knowing he wouldn't be very productive writing anymore, he decided to just.. go home. Or something. He went in the opposite direction as Carolina.
Why the hell was she out on making him feel so bad about himself?!
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 7, 2007 16:45:57 GMT
isn't this enough for the time being ? "It's not.." Carolina talked to herself as she followed the path, walking still towards Mort's house..
he's been a jerk and he has given me every reason to go back to the dirty work and write something about him that will blow everyones minds she smiled a little, not thinking about how double this was. She was acting, yet she still wanted to pin something bad on him because he had sorta ruined the bazar-apology.
Ten minutes later Carolina walked into the street where Mort lived. She could see a bus in front of the house. A painters-company or something.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 7, 2007 16:49:28 GMT
Mort took a detour to his house, wanting some time to just walk and think in silence. He liked walking, especially when the weather was chilly and it seemed to clear his head. It took him nearly twenty minutes to get home this way, but he didn't care much about it. He'd get there eventually, and he didn't have plans.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 7, 2007 16:56:53 GMT
And right about ten minutes earlier before Mort arrived at home Carolina had managed to talk herself into his house.
"Oh no, I'm a close friend and he doesn't mind if I wait here for him. He knows you guys have more to do, I'll keep an eye on his house, until he comes back. Really"
She gave her sweetest smile and had led the painters out of the house within seconds. It gave her enough time to check the upstairs of Mort's appartment, she was now in his bedroom, which wasn't filled with much else than a bed and books.
And two stacks of typed papers by different writers..Mort and a mister Shooter..
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