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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 13, 2017 13:17:33 GMT -6
"Anytime now, he is starting to smell like shit."
Lacie rolled her eyes. For somebody with such a temper who probably got into his fair share of fights, he sure didn't like the smell of blood, did he? But if he really hadn't done something like this before, she supposed the smell of that much blood would make him uneasy. She didn't exactly care for it, herself. They walked as quickly and quietly as possible along the pier, the light of the moon peaking between the clouds allowing her to see where she was going. The old wood creaked under their weight with each step as they continued down, more from Tall Guy and Deadweight than her weight...
"You folks lost?" spoke a gravelly voice to their right. Lacie stopped walking and turned, finding the shape of a person in the darkness as they leaned against the wall of a small shack protruding from the side of the pier. The blonde listened for a moment to get a sense of the situation. She could hear rain pitter-pattering on a roof as the figure shuffled in place slightly. Hmm. She stepped closer to Tall Guy and curled into his side, assuming the posture not unlike that of a timid girl hiding behind a parent's leg.
"Gettin' outta the rain," she spoke after a second, her tough inflection of voice gone and instead sounding a couple of years younger than she was. "Papa says we have to sleep outside for a while... til he saves up money from his new job." She bit her lip, hoping the guy would buy it. Would he? She really didn't wanna have to try to off him if he wised up to their actual situation.
The mystery man was silent for a moment, peering between the two of them, before giving a nod of understanding. "Smart to find that old rug, it'll make the wood floor more comfortable," he eventually replied. The man laid himself down with a creak of his bones and a small grunt, then pointed a shaky hand down the pier. "Another shack a little further down the walk, bigger roof overhang, should be alright for the night. Sorry the two of you's is down on yer luck."
Lacie exhaled quietly in relief, though she was unaware she had been holding her breath in the first place. "Hear that? Let's go!" she said, tightening her grip on Tall Guy's shirt and pulling on it. Please don't freak out, she thought to herself as she peered up at her companion.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 13, 2017 20:41:19 GMT -6
Salvatore watched her as she rolled his eyes at his comment, which cause a smirk to form from cheek to cheek. He really hated the smell, it got to the point where he could taste it. He mostly didn't like it from his past. Where his hands were deepened in his parents blood, his clothes, his face. It made him shiver and then he stopped in his tracks. " You folks lost? " It caused him to freeze. " Shit, Shit, Shit, " It rambled in his brain. Just what he wanted. He clinched onto the rug and took a deep breath, calming himself. He didn't need to act suspicious so, his face went straight.
He soon felt the small girl go to his side, almost hiding behind him. He peaked down, watching her. He was pretending to be his kid for the guy., which was pretty smart to do. He smiled down at her, putting his arm around her, pulling her closer to his side to make it more realistic. He peaked back at the guy and stared, keeping a clinch on the rug. " Gettin' outta the rain. Papa says we have to sleep outside for a while... til he saves up money from his new job. " She was putting on a good show. He peaked back down at her and stared, the got serious once again.
" Smart to find that old rug, it'll make the wood floor more comfortable. Another shack a little further down the walk, bigger roof overhang, should be alright for the night. Sorry the two of you's is down on yer luck." He peaked at the rug and then back down at her. The shack would be a good place to do this in private, they would probably have to stay there that night to not make it suspicious but, anything would be good at this point. " Hear that? Let's go! " He nodded at her and shook her some, acting excited and happy. " Come on, sweetpea. Let's get some sleep. " He peaked at the man and nodded at him. He slowly started to walk towards the shed and kept a hold of her, sighing some.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 13, 2017 21:43:57 GMT -6
Lacie hoped and hoped that Tall Guy wouldn't flip his lid and panic at the whole situation. He was tense as he wrapped his arm around her, but seemed to be keeping an otherwise level head during the nerve-wracking conversation that she swore lasted a whole lot longer than just a couple of exchanged sentences. Finally, after what felt like a brief eternity, the guy had let them go on their way and they both acted like they were just about jumping for joy at the thought of shelter--and honestly, she kind of was in a way. She was damn cold and wanted to wring out her hair but there was no point in it if she was standing in the rain.
The two of them made their way toward the end of the dock, part of her wanting to hurry but another part knowing the homeless fella might be watching. Damn. They'd have to stay in the shack for a while just to keep up the act. When they were out of earshot, Lacie looked up to Tall Guy again with a raised brow.
"Sweet Pea? Really?"
The two came up on the shack in no time and she set her bags down with a sigh. "Holy fuck, those bricks are heavy!" she hissed, clenching and unclenching her numb hands, her digits white from the cold and the iron grip she'd held on the bags. Another sigh, then she opened the shack door and gestured to it. "Ladies first."
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 13, 2017 22:09:23 GMT -6
Salvatore continued on until the shack got closer for him to view it. He looked at it and raised an eyebrow, it was old and muggy with a whole lot of problems. It looked like it was ready to crumble down at any given moment. They would have to stay in this thing for a night which caused him to groan softly. " Sweet Pea? Really? " He peaked back and started to laugh some. " Aw, c'mon. You gotta admit it's pretty cute. " He smirked at her, teasing with her once more. He loved to mess with her because of the reactions.
They got to the front door of the shack and widened his eyes as the small girl hissed in pain because of the bricks. He bent down, having a sturdy hold on the rug, " Ya know, I could've held those too if it was to rough for you. " He lifted back up and smirked once more.
" Ladies first. " He peaked at her with a 'wtf did you just call me' face. " Lady, really now? " He chuckled, and raised an eyebrow. " No, no. I insist that you go first, Sweet Pea. " He stepped back and motioned for her to go first. he knew that this would get on her nerves but, he didn't care. He noticed that they still weren't on a first name basis which made him stop some. As soon as this was over, he needed to find out a little more about her.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 13, 2017 22:33:16 GMT -6
"Aw, c'mon. You gotta admit it's pretty cute." Queue the shit-eating grin cast in her direction and she shot him a tiny glare that, because of her incredibly round face, looked more like a pout. "Ya know," the guy continued, "I could've held those too if it was to rough for you." Lacie shook her head, grinning as well at the look he gave her in response to her snark. She gave him a 'whatcha gonna do about it?' look, then he used that nickname again and her face fell.
"Lady? You must be confused sir cause I ain't no lady." The blonde put her hands to her hips briefly, making another face, before she sighed and gave in. She had a feeling he would have stood there all night just to prove his point so she didn't want to push it. "That name better not stick," she muttered to herself as she stepped into the shack, dragging the bags in with her. Once inside, she plopped herself down in the corner and waited for Tall Guy.
"So we're gonna wanna tie the bricks to his feet," she suggested, pulling her knees to her chest while she squeezed the water from her hair. "We can keep the rug, I guess. That old fella was right about it making the floor more comfortable."
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 13, 2017 22:52:40 GMT -6
Salvatore shook his head at her as she was acting sassy, as usual. He followed her inside and laid the rug down with the body inside. He let out a soft sigh, as the weight went off him. He bent back, and you heard multiple bond cracks as he bended. " I'm to old for this shit, " he mumbled softly. He peaked at the rug, seeing the hair of the man sticking out of the rug, causing him to smirk. He was happy that they were finally going to get rid of him. Which caused more relief to come to him.
He plopped down at a spot on the floor, leaning his head against the wall. He was exhausted, he could go to sleep right there if he wanted to. " So we're gonna wanna tie the bricks to his feet. We can keep the rug, I guess. That old fella was right about it making the floor more comfortable. " He let out another groan as she told him they had to continue with this. His brown eyes peaked at her, " Alright, alright. Let's just take a breather for some. " He stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes some. The smell was still bothering him, which caused him to go pale some. He started to scoot over to where she was, smiling at her.
" By the way, I'm Salvatore. " He joking put out a hand for her to shake, doing a cheezy smile at her.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 13, 2017 23:12:06 GMT -6
Lacie watched Tall Guy lay the body down with a groan. She winced slightly hearing all of his bones crackle from the strain. Snap, crack, pop. The sound reminded her of Papa, the way his bones started to crack more and more as she got older. The first time he had trouble picking her up, she had cried because she heard the snap and thought he broke something. She chuckled slightly at the memory, then shook her head with a small sigh.
"Breather sounds great," she sighed, leaning her head against the wall, too. It was silent in the old shack besides the sound of rain, and for a few seconds she just breathed and tried not to think. she had already been doing a lot of thinking tonight. The sound of Tall Guy scooting over made her open her eyes and peer at him in the dim light. Oh. He was offering a handshake. She looked to him warily. Salvatore, huh?
It took her a moment, but she reached out and shook his hand in return. "Lacie Rose. Guess that means you trust me?"
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 13, 2017 23:48:42 GMT -6
Salvatore felt her tiny hand go into his, which caused him to smile. " Lacie Rose. Guess this means you trust me. " He smirked, letting go of her hand. He let out a small sigh and then laid his head on the wall again, " I suppose so. You did help me out a lot and you're still here, helping, " his eyes went to her, " So, yes... I trust you. Don't make me regret it though. " He nudged her teasingly. He knew this girl was deserving of his trust. He hoped she would honor that and not back stab him like others have.
He smirked to himself and peaked back at the ceiling. His eyes started to travel the ceiling, the cracks and oldness of it caused him to chuckle. They reminded of the shed his father use to have. He would show him all kinds of tricks on how to fix things. Toys, gadgets even cars sometimes. He smiled softly, peaking down at the guy. Seeing how flies were starting to catch his scent. He quickly avoided looking and looked back at Lacie.
" So, Lacie Rose, tell me a little about yourself. " He batted his eyes jokingly, staring at her, as if he was a child getting ready to hear a story.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 14, 2017 0:18:26 GMT -6
"I suppose so. You did help me out a lot and you're still here, helping. So, yes... I trust you. Don't make me regret it though," Salvatore said, at which point Lacie chuckled again and nodded in his direction.
"Likewise," she replied, wringing out her hair and dress a bit. She knew she'd probably have to just wring herself out all over again once they went back outside to dump the stiff, but she didn't care. Being a little less damp meant a whole lot in that moment. She glanced around at the old shack, noting the shabby roof and creaky floor as she adjusted herself in her seat.
"What's to tell?" she asked, glancing to Salvatore before turning her gaze to the body. She found herself inexplicably intrigued by it. She didn't wanna touch it any more than she had to, but despite all the blood, there was something peaceful about the whole thing. The guy didn't have any troubles no more. Still, quite a way to go from the world. She'd never seen a dead body this up close before, let alone watch a person die. She shook her head free from those thoughts and shivered once with a sigh. She really should've brought her umbrella.
"My father was an officer, died in the line of duty," she eventually said. "My mom was so sad over it, she died. Something about stress level. Been just kind of going through each day relying on my friends." She took a deep breath and sighed. It wasn't a total lie. She didn't know how she could've kept on being cooped up in her house. Going onto the streets and making friends like Peter and Arty, even Al, was what kept her from going screwy. The teen looked at Salvatore. "How about you?"
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 14, 2017 23:17:46 GMT -6
" My father was an officer, died in the line of duty. My mom was so sad over it, she died. Something about stress level. Been just kind of going through each day relying on my friends. " He stared at her, widening his eyes a little. So, she was alone also. He peaked down a little and then back at her, " Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. " She was so young. He was about her age when he had to run off out of the city to the boats, living half of his life as a sailor. Not knowing is he would ever want to see this damn city again. At least she had friends to help her out. He stared some, speaking softly, " It's good you have friends by your side. Keep them close to you This city is full of shit. " His anger started to come out some. He quickly took a deep breath and started to stare at the body across from them.
" How about you? " He stopped some, peaking at her. Now she wanted to know stuff about him, he clinched his fists a little. She deserved to know something but, it was such a long story and brought back so many memories. He cringed a little, but peaked at her, " Well, I was about your age when I came home to my parents dead on the floor. They were killed by crooked cops, my father thought of them as friends, " he scoffed and shook his head. " I spent most of my life away from here, as a sailor. I never thought I would ever come back here but, I had to find them and figure out who else was there, " his voice deepened, " I'm going to bash their fucking skulls open. " He stared at the floor, as flashbacks started to go through his head.
Salvatore was mentally scarred from what happened, causing him to go crazy if it got to a point. He started to take deep breaths. He didn't want to lose it in front of her and it always seemed to help.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 15, 2017 0:17:48 GMT -6
"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that," Salvatore said. Lacie shrugged, averting her gaze. "It's good you have friends by your side. Keep them close to you. This city is full of shit."
"Yeah," Lacie sighed, clenching her hands again. It was really a strange feeling to talk about her parents. She never knew them, in all honesty. All she knew of them were stories her grandpa used to tell and pictures in his study that he kept hidden away. She supposed it was too painful for him to see pictures of his daughter after she died. But she didn't really know what it felt like to lose her. When her dad had died, she hadn't been born yet, and her mom had died giving birth to her. Seeing all of the kids on the street, the ones really on the street, she knew she was lucky to have her grandpa around and have a nice house and hot meals and nice clothes. But she wouldn't have known just how lucky she was if she hadn't started sneaking out in the first place.
She shook her her head again and tried to ignore the muddled feeling in her stomach that she always got while thinking about these sorts of things. Yeesh, Lacie, lighten up. The girl peeked up at Salvatore through her damp blonde bangs as he told her a bit of his own story. Well shit, all that did was make that feeling in the pit of her stomach get worse. Was it... guilt? She normally didn't feel guilty about a lot of things, but whenever she had to make something up and use her dead parents as a half truth to make her story believable, something about it just... made her feel funny. Probably guilt. Hearing this guy's misfortune only exacerbated it and she was for once at a loss for what to say.
To say that she was sorry didn't seem to suffice.
And then she found herself laying her head on his arm. A sort of way to offer comfort. It was something she did when she wanted to make Papa feel better after he had a bad day at work, so... maybe it would help. She just didn't have the right to tell him she was sorry, because she didn't know what it felt like, no matter how many times she spun her story to make it seem like she did.
This guilt thing was a real pain. Hopefully she'd stop feeling it again.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 15, 2017 0:51:14 GMT -6
Salvatore felt her as she leaned against his arm, as she showed her comfort. He peaked down at her and stared some, tilting his head to the side. He wasn't the guy that would accept any comfort. He thought he didn't need it but, feeling it now, he let it happen. For she knew how he was feeling since she lost parents as well. He gently patted her head softly, smirking some, " Thanks, kid. " He peaked at the floor and started to run his finger on the dusty, old floor, letting out a yawn. He was starting to get tired the more he laid there with her. They needed to get rid of this guy so they can finally rest in peace.
He gently got up and sighed some, " Alright, we need to get rid of him. I'll fall asleep if we don't do it now. " He went to get some bricks, walking over to the body. The smell instantly hit his face and it made him do a disgusted face, " Fuck man, you smell like ass. " He peaked over at her, " Where is some string so we can tie these bricks to this fuckers feet? " He was grumpy but, he just wanted to get this done. For sleep was calling his name soon.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 15, 2017 1:19:49 GMT -6
As soon as Salvatore pat her head and thanked her, she nodded and sat upright again, lifting her head from his shoulder. She had figured he wasn't one for affection, and it was looking like she was right, but at least he hadn't shoved her away or anything of the sort. Really, she was a little surprised at herself for putting her head to his shoulder in the first place. She had literally watched him murder the guy laying at their feet. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea for her to try to be chummy in any way with him, but then again, almost everything she did outside of her house was a bad idea.
Not that she felt bad for any of it. Just the lying about her parents part. Feeling bad wasn't fun. She didn't even really feel bad for the dead guy. She had been surprised when she saw it happen, of course, but there wasn't some moment where she felt like it was a tragedy. Maybe that was why she hadn't reacted in fear when Tall Guy caught her staring.
"Alright, we need to get rid of him. I'll fall asleep if we don't do it now," Salv piped up as he stood. Lacie stood up as well and stretched her slightly stiff limbs with a soft groan. Something about the cold weather always made her joints stiff.
"No string, just give me a minute," she sighed, having realized she had no rope. She bent down and opened up her makeshift bag filled with stolen goods, rummaging through until she found some shirts she had repossessed from the garbage bin of a tailor's shop. They had a couple holes in them and had been some poor worker's botched attempt at resizing with incorrect measurements, so she knew no one would miss them. The teen sat back down and pulled a small but sharp knife from her sleeve and got to work at slicing, ripping and otherwise rendering the shirts into three long, continuous, ragged strips. It took her a few minutes, but finally she had weaved a makeshift rope. She tugged at a few places to examine its integrity, then slipped the knife back into her sleeve and offered the rope to her new buddy. "Loop the rope through the bag's straps, it'll keep it all secure."
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 15, 2017 22:40:55 GMT -6
Salvatore never thought he would be caught in this kind of situation. Dead guy, small kid trying to help, getting rid of the body in a shack, then trusting a stranger he barely knew. He had a gut feeling she would be worthy for him to trust. At least, he hoped she was. He also did tell her information that he wouldn't normally tell anyone. He hoped she wouldn't stab him in the back like the others - nothing will be the same again if she did. So, he was loosening up this one time to see if he could try and make some new friends. She was a little young but, he didn't really care because of how mature she was being.
He peaked at her as she got up, stretching her tiny body. He chuckled a little and then peaked at the man in the rug, going to his feet and bent down. Hearing the girl say, " No string, just give me a minute. "
He nodded at her and watched her, getting some old shirts she had in her bag of wonders. That would work just as well as string, so he smiled some. He then saw her pull out a knife and start to rip the shirts into long pieces. " What do you keep in that damn thing?, " he asked with a snort, teasing with her once again. She was very smart when things came down to it. He on the other hand probably would cause attention to himself just to find something to tie these bricks to his feet. " Loop the rope through the bag's straps, it'll keep it all secure. " He nodded at her, taking the rope and wrapping it around multiple times. Making sure it would be very, very secure. He peaked at her and waited for the next thing she wanted him to do. If he tried anything, he would probably do something wrong and fuck it up.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 15, 2017 23:17:53 GMT -6
"What do you keep in that damn thing?"
Lacie smirked and shrugged casually, counting on her fingers as she named off random items that came to mind. "Gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and paper clips," she paused to hold up her hands with about twelve inches of space between them, "big ones. Standard office supplies." She shook her head with a giggle, finding that she genuinely was enjoying this guy's company. Not many people gave her a feeling of comradery. Despite the unusual circumstances surrounding their meeting, Lacie couldn't shake the feeling that she was kind of stuck with the guy--considering they were burying a corpse, they were probably bonded for life at this point. A secret to take to the grave. Pun partially intended.
"In all honesty, I've just got a bunch of stuff I lifted from those bozos I told you about earlier," she said as she brushed another lock of hair from her face. "Canned goods, can opener, bread, cash... Street kids gotta survive, yeah?" She paused and once again found herself feeling that icky bunching up in her stomach apparently called guilt. The teen looked down and sighed, shaking her head.
"Well, go on," she said, making a motion with her hands that signified her desire for him to hurry up. "Tie the other end of the rope to his feet so we can shove him out the window." She paused in thought. "Unwrap him first. Gonna need to rug to sleep."
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