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icecoldfrost"Aren't you done yet?" Emma's head poked out of a manhole drop, upside down as she looked at Hank. "Hank, I've been here three days, and you've had it for a week."
"I am a geneticist, Miss Frost, not an engineer." Hank pushed his safety goggles up onto his hair and frowned at her. "Where did you get this, young lady?"
"From someone at school," she answered evasively, tossing her pack to the floor and quickly jumping down after it. "Hey, I picked up some Spagetti-Os and a box of Twinkies. Your favorites."
"And how many poor saps did you con at pool to get my groceries?" he asked, picking up the arm or the armor and waggling it at her accusingly. "Shame on you, Emma."
"I don't need to hustle anyone to pay for our food anymore, Hank, with or without my powers," Emma retorted, already putting the groceries away. "With the investments I've made in the past two years, I've already got enough stashed away to pay for my first two years of college, if I'm careful."
"...but parting a bunch of fools from their money is a public service - and entertaining - and I could use the extra cash for rent once I graduate from Fandom," she admitted, sitting down in her chair to carefully count out the change. "Or at least enough money to rent a PO box, so I have a legitimate mailing address."
"You could, actually, get a job," Hank suggest dryly, pulling down his goggles and going back to work on the suit. "It would be a legitimate source of income, and I hear they help build character."
Emma made a face. "Quite a few people would tell you that I have more than enough character," she complained, but finished putting away Hank's food supplies for the next two weeks before wandering over and pulling up a stool. "So. Have you figured out enough yet to tell me how this works?"
[OOC: Establishy, NFB, phone or text OK.]
"I am a geneticist, Miss Frost, not an engineer." Hank pushed his safety goggles up onto his hair and frowned at her. "Where did you get this, young lady?"
"From someone at school," she answered evasively, tossing her pack to the floor and quickly jumping down after it. "Hey, I picked up some Spagetti-Os and a box of Twinkies. Your favorites."
"And how many poor saps did you con at pool to get my groceries?" he asked, picking up the arm or the armor and waggling it at her accusingly. "Shame on you, Emma."
"I don't need to hustle anyone to pay for our food anymore, Hank, with or without my powers," Emma retorted, already putting the groceries away. "With the investments I've made in the past two years, I've already got enough stashed away to pay for my first two years of college, if I'm careful."
"...but parting a bunch of fools from their money is a public service - and entertaining - and I could use the extra cash for rent once I graduate from Fandom," she admitted, sitting down in her chair to carefully count out the change. "Or at least enough money to rent a PO box, so I have a legitimate mailing address."
"You could, actually, get a job," Hank suggest dryly, pulling down his goggles and going back to work on the suit. "It would be a legitimate source of income, and I hear they help build character."
Emma made a face. "Quite a few people would tell you that I have more than enough character," she complained, but finished putting away Hank's food supplies for the next two weeks before wandering over and pulling up a stool. "So. Have you figured out enough yet to tell me how this works?"
[OOC: Establishy, NFB, phone or text OK.]
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Date: 2011-01-31 01:48 am (UTC)Which, in English, meant 'it's been a few weeks and I miss you but I'm not sure how much of what is going on here I want to tell you.'
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 02:37 am (UTC)Oh Jack, way to get her attention and make Emma start worrying.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:55 am (UTC)More than one in world/Nothing to worry about/Missing friend's been found. Jack was very satisfied with that answer. And that's a haiku too. Am with Sebastien on job is all.
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:01 am (UTC)You speak of waiting/abandonment and wampyr/and then get saucy. See, Emma could play that game too. If you want to keep secrets, that's fine, but I may resort to dirty haiku to torment you.
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:09 am (UTC)You say that as if it'd be a deterrent, Jack pointed out. I am well. Tell me how you are before you write more poetry?
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 03:21 am (UTC)Am sure he's grateful you were feeling charitable, he returned. Tell him I said hello.
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:29 am (UTC)It took a moment for the answer to float back to her. "...your Jack is here? I can't smell him."
"No, Hank, the phone."
"Oh! Then salutations and greetings to him as well."
Emma gave a small smirk of amusement as she tapped at her phone. He says 'salutations' to you too. And how goes the life of Jack Priest, finder of missing persons?
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:42 am (UTC)Not much to complain about, he returned. I miss you, but I keep busy. He heard a noise and wandered over to the window to see if Mitchell and Sebastien were home yet.
They weren't, and he went back to the phone after making a face at the harmless drunk he'd mistaken for the vampires.
Classes harder this semester. Poor me.
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 11:27 am (UTC)It wasn't bragging if it was simply true.
Am sure you'll get in everywhere.
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Date: 2011-01-31 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 04:38 pm (UTC)If Jack liked emoticons, he would have used a smirking one right about there.
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Date: 2011-01-31 04:43 pm (UTC)Clothing tossed on floor/A trail leads to the bedroom/Whispering come here.
Happy now, Jack?
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Date: 2011-01-31 04:56 pm (UTC)Enticed with whispers/Falling onto fresh new sheets/Soon to tangle them
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:10 pm (UTC)Once she was comfortably tucked away near the tracks, and the hustle and bustle of people coming and going around her would prevent Hank from hearing any giggles or actual phone calls, she pulled it out again.
Black bow tie undone/Dancing turned horizontal/She has been waiting.
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:27 pm (UTC)And it was hot.
These two factors would get Jack to do just about anything, even if he wasn't anything like a poet.
Hands sliding up legs/A very private tango/to rhythm of hearts
Well, it was sappy, but it would do.
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:35 pm (UTC)And sappy was sweet, and she hummed softly to herself as she curled up in her little nook, getting comfortable.
He brushes her leg/She blushes, eyes bright and wide/Hair all disheveled.
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:58 pm (UTC)Perhaps they should text all such conversations.
Lips brush over neck/firing blush more brilliant red/scarlet stain on white skin
... okay, that came out a little vampire-y.
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:14 pm (UTC)Teeth marks on shoulder/Scratches paint his exposed back/Her lower lip bit.
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:24 pm (UTC)Could Jack be blamed if he was breathing a little hard at this point?
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:53 pm (UTC)It wasn't really working well.
Eager lips caress/Body language undaunted/Unziping her dress.
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Date: 2011-01-31 07:12 pm (UTC)Jack squirmed in his seat. Suddenly, he'd gone from wanting Sebastien and Mitchell home now to very much hoping they took their time.
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Date: 2011-01-31 07:58 pm (UTC)So tempting to touch/Her hands bracing for support/The neck arches back.
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Date: 2011-01-31 08:21 pm (UTC)Jack sucked in his breath as he wrote the next bit.
He hovers above/Waiting makes for more wanting/But it's so painful
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Date: 2011-01-31 08:49 pm (UTC)Overly sweet? Maybe. But being in bed with Jack had always made Emma feel safe and cherished, and it was only fair she share that.
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Date: 2011-01-31 09:05 pm (UTC)His response took a long moment.
Almost cruel to type/When I want breath, hair, hands, lips./Miles stretch too far.
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Date: 2011-01-31 09:23 pm (UTC)Next time I promise/Champagne with fresh orange juice/Breakfast in your bed. It was an easy promise to make, because Emma did miss just sprawling out with him, chatting or doing homework. Friends apart, yes, but best friends apart. She missed the easy camaraderie too.
Laughter under sheets/your kisses tickle my legs/you do it to spite!
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Date: 2011-02-01 12:19 am (UTC)Jack shook his head to clear it. Emma still had school, and Sebastien -- well, Sebastien had Jack's absolute devotion, and always would. Doggedly, tiny key by tiny key, he typed:
Either to spite you or make you laugh, Miss Frost. Perhaps both at once.
Haikus had become a dangerous game.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:08 am (UTC)But that was a clever haiku, even if he hadn't phrased it as a poem. Spite and mischief, sir, she typed back. You like being spoiled rotten whenever I'm there.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:39 am (UTC)You like the chance to spoil me, so it all works out. I just have to work harder to spoil you back.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 02:05 pm (UTC)Lazy, sated laughs/curls rest on white bosom/never leaving bed he sent. Then, a moment later: But hands will wander/and lips will crash together/another round, dear?
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Date: 2011-02-01 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 08:24 pm (UTC)It was making Jack a little melancholy, too. But he liked the image.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 08:51 pm (UTC)Epistolary/romance is traditional/Will do for now?
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Date: 2011-02-01 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 01:03 am (UTC)Recount syllables/I may have won already/But triumph to both
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 03:35 am (UTC)Then, by way of getting them back on track:
Would you pay me back in kisses?