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Post by Jacky on Sept 19, 2008 18:20:57 GMT
"No problem." Tom assured them. "Let's go."
They followed the girls to the back, through a bewildered garden.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 19, 2008 18:28:39 GMT
Stacy found her way climbing up the building quite easily, she had practiced a lot in the two years she lived on the street. "Careful, this glass is broken, don't cut yourself." she warned everyone. With her small posture and thinness it was easy for her to go in without thouching anything.
Doug followed after the rest.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 19, 2008 18:34:56 GMT
Tom didn't have any trouble climbing either. Policework demanded a good physique, after all. Once all four of them were inside, Tom looked around the building. It was dark, cold, and dusty. But at least they were sheltered from wind and rain in here. Just in time, too, because the skies had become overcast in the last few hours. And the dark clouds which hovered above the city now started to rain.
Tom zipped his coat open again. "This is a pretty cool place." He told Stacy, who had taken the lead in showing them this.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 20, 2008 6:47:27 GMT
"I know, glad Christian didn't take anyone to this place, its our now" She smiled and walked around in the mainroom where they ended the 'tour'. She looked through a closet type of thing, which she had never looked in before.
"well, son of a bitch" she mumbled and took out two bottles of alcohol "So this is what he did during the day, getting drunk and warm !" she exclaimed, a bit surprised but understanding now why he didn't want them to be there during the day.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 20, 2008 9:02:12 GMT
Sera was just as surprised as Stacy, and walked over to her friend. "Lemme see." She examined the bottles of liquor, which was cheap but strong stuff. "Hm.. this is good right? For when it gets colder.. let's save it, Stace."
Tom looked around the place curiously, letting the girls examine the 'inheritage' Christian left behind. He ignored the fact that they were below legal drinking age, since that was hardly relevant.. and just noting it would just blow his cover.
He wondered where the girls slept when they stayed here. Whether they had anything like sheets to keep 'em warm. How they coped.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 20, 2008 16:39:24 GMT
"hm.. can't we open one now? It's cold now, and it'll make us sleepy, which is good.. " She mumbled and glanced at the guys "you thirsty?"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 20, 2008 16:52:10 GMT
Tom looked over to Stacy and shrugged, "Sure." He told her, figuring that would be the logical thing to say. The attitude on the streets was to take whatever you got offered, so he used that now too.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 10:14:07 GMT
"Yeah,me too" Doug agreed.
Stacy looked at Sera "one bottle couldn't hurt, he has at least four of em or something!" She took the bottle out of the cabinetthing, only to look at something less of a good surprise behind it.
There was an old milk carton in the back of the cabinet, with her picture on it. Just when she thought she had erased her past successfully it came back to haunt her.
why would he keep this in here?
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 10:21:41 GMT
"Okay," Sera gave in relunctantly, taking the bottle from Stacy's hands. "But let's safe the rest for later, okay? Tonight's gonna be cold. And the next days, too." Her gaze went to the bottle which had a cork in it. Of course they didn't a corkscrew to open it. She frowned in annoyance.
"Here, let me." Tom smirked, taking the bottle from Sera. He put his thumb on the top of the cork and pressed it into the bottle, so it fell into the liquor in the bottle and kept floating there. As he handed it back to Sera, his gaze went of to Stacy. She was still looking into the cabinet, but suddenly she seemed a lot more quiet. "Hey Stacy, you alright?" Tom called over.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 10:26:13 GMT
Doug was standing close enough to the cabinet to see something white in the back with a picture of someone one it.
"Yeah yeah.." she mumbled, not paying too much attention to the question. She closed the cabin quickly, deciding to throw away the milk bottle when everyone was asleep, they didn't need to see that and neither did she. It was behind her, noone was looking for her anymore, thank god.
"Can I have some?" she asked with a bit of a hoarse throat, her face was pale and her voice was almost gone due to a corkdry throat.
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