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Post by Shade on Feb 22, 2011 17:16:21 GMT -5
All the time while they were walking, Shade shot him sideward glances, making sure it happened when she thought he was not noticing. She was feeling slightly dizzy and would have preferred to just curl up somewhere and sleep. Just sleep somewhere where it was warm and where no such strange stuff happened. Involving gun and blood and then running and whatnot.
When they walked out of the building she caught herself looking around somewhat nervously. There had been cops around after all and she wondered how much they knew. But even more she wondered what this guy knew and why he was behaving so considerate after cornering her like that. And how the heck he had found her.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 22, 2011 17:22:52 GMT -5
Gambit walked her to his car. The main thing was to get her to the safety of his apartment and give her a moment to get back to life, so to speak, and in the meantime he'd figure out how to talk to her. She did look and sound awfully Shade-like. Much as he was inclined in the direction of 'whoo, cloned Shade on the loose', the bracelet was an evidence that spoke against it. Other that, he saw nothing that would help him so far.
Yet he had found and caught her, and that was the best thing to start with.
Without saying a word, he opened the passenger door for Shade.
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Post by Shade on Feb 22, 2011 17:29:48 GMT -5
This time she didn´t hesitate as she had upstairs, but took the hint and climbed in, telling herself that if he was up to no good he could as well have hit her over the head with that staff of his. It didn´t make things much easier nor did it answer any questions, but it sounded like a comforting thing to do. Just for a moment to assume that the way he acted around her and which struck her as strangely protective was something he meant. For whatever reasons.
Climbing into the passenger seat she had to fight for a moment to not give in to the temptation of closing her eyes right away. It was considerably warmer inside than it was out and considerably more comfortable. Only her alertness held her awake and cautious. "That´s...a nice car." she said when he got in, something random to say and quite obviously an awkward way of saying. ´Whoever you are, well..thanks I guess.´ or: ´Nothing of this makes sense but I´ll just say something that sounds normal, maybe that will make things a bit less weird.´
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Post by Gambit on Feb 22, 2011 17:33:57 GMT -5
"Thanks," Gambit smirked. He started the car, waited until she was buckled up and pulled out to the street. He had been considering using the central lock on doors to prevent her from escaping but it actually looked like she was relaxing - and even if not trusting him, at least not planning on running for now.
"So 'ow long 'ave you been up?" he asked. This was the second night since the murder and he wondered if she'd had any rest at all.
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Post by Shade on Feb 22, 2011 17:38:31 GMT -5
Shade had her arms crossed. Less like a defiant stance but more just because she was still cold and was trying to warm herself up, her hands tugged into the ends of her jacket sleeves.
"I don´t know." she lied with a shrug. She knew. She had not had any sleep tonight and just maybe two hours the night before. But she couldn´t tell him. He seemed friendly, no matter what his motifs were. But ,aybe this was a way to get information from her. Or maybe he would wonder why she had not slept for that long if she told him two days more or less. If he knew of what had happened at that hotel, she might make herself suspicious. Maybe she already had. "I didn´t sleep this night."
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Post by Gambit on Feb 22, 2011 17:50:57 GMT -5
"I see," Gambit nodded. He had promised her they'd talk later, so he wasn't going to ask any loaded questions, but just something to keep the atmosphere from going stale between them. "Th' temperature was gonna drop t' tens tonight. You were actually gonna sleep in that place an' hope to see the mornin'?"
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Post by Shade on Feb 22, 2011 17:56:45 GMT -5
His question made her realise there had been other dangers than being found. It didn´t sink in completely, possible because there was too much already that yet had to sink in, or also because a danger such as freezing to death did seem surreal. But what actually didn´t about the last couple of days?
"I didn´t know where else to stay." she replied, her voice low, tugging her fingers under her armpits, feeling how warmth was slowly, slowly returning. It was the truth for once and he hoped he wouldn´t ask too many uncomfortable quesitons.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 22, 2011 18:04:17 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Gambit replied. Her answer somehow matched everything else. She didn't recognize him. She didn't know where else to go. She didn't contact the mansion. Puzzle pieces were quickly forming a comprehensive picture.
"What year is it now?" he asked her randomly, wondering if he sensed the right direction.
(( Aaaaand I'm off. ))
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Post by Shade on Feb 22, 2011 18:20:57 GMT -5
His question was a rather odd one. Why would anyone ask that. She shot him a scowl from the side, for the first time able to look at his features in a bit more detail in the light of occasional street lamps. She guessed he might be in his early thirties. And she noticed with clarity that she had not seen him before, feeling her earlier confusion confirmed. "Well, 2007 of course." she replied at once and without thinking, but as soon as she had said it, she could feel her fingers grow cold again. Which reminded her.... She straightened. Looked ahead throug the windshield. It would be nice, she thought, if anything made any sense at all. Just a tiny bit. Why not at least the weather. The question she asked then was not asked because she expected a serious answer, but because it was yet another thing that was too odd to grasp. "Does it...always get so cold here in September?" ((after asking Ty, who said 2010 was likely for now with the setback in game, I forwarded Jimmy´s death from September 2006 to September 2007 so it fits again setting this a good two years after the murder. Aaaand I´m off too))
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Post by Gambit on Feb 23, 2011 10:53:26 GMT -5
(( I can correct the month later anyway, I've lost track of the calendar positioning of this thread ))
Gambit shot her a brief sideways look. "Not really," he said, which was true - it never got this cold in September. Except, of course, that it was February at the moment.
"When you get into an accident or somethin'," he said, "an' then ya go to a hospital, they be askin' you all sorts of irrelevant questions. Like how many fingers ya got, what color is the sky, who's the President - dis sorta thing. Checkin' if you're in big shock, if your mind functions. It's kinda how this is."
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Post by Shade on Feb 23, 2011 11:01:28 GMT -5
((No, the month is just fine. It was originally set in November or something but let´s leave it at February. The weather could match anways ))
Shade nodded slowly at that and scowled. She had the vague idea that he knew more than he let through that he was softening something up for her and that he was not telling her everything. But why? There were so many questions and with everything he said new questions were added to her already long list. His words didn´t help to calm her alertness. How much did he know? She had quite early abandoned that possibility that he had found her by mere chance, there was purpose behind all this even though she could not look through it at all. Did he know about what she had done? Was he just talking like that, so calm, so soothing, to lower her guard? She could feel her fingertips tingle as nervousness returned and she struggled for a moment to fight it down so he wouldn´t notice.
"Where are we going?" she asked. It was a question that might seem random or out of context but it was following her train of thoughts. She had not been in an accident well...not in the stricter sense..but she could not discuss the matter with him because he would maybe ask more questions and she didn´t want to risk that, because at least for now she was too weak to stand a chance in running. The quesiton headed at that and at her insecurity. Plus, it showed mistrust but also the vague hope that he was indeed meaning well with her and that his answer would not be ´the police station´.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 23, 2011 11:13:23 GMT -5
"Some place safe," Gambit replied. He somehow had the feeling that if he added to this something like 'no one will find you there' or 'it's a place where there's no one but you and me,' which was a safe and protective description from what he knew, to Shade right now it could very well sound like something a maniac could say dragging his victim to a secluded hideaway. Well, and he didn't have to explain it to her, really. "Sorry, chere, you jus' gotta trust me on this."
He was actually driving to his apartment which the old Shade would know perfectly well, and they would be there quite soon.
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Post by Shade on Feb 23, 2011 11:19:14 GMT -5
Again she nodded. Shade had always considered herself someone who could trust her gut feelings and despite all this, despite the fact that he had chased her earlier and that she had no idea how he had found her, that sense told her she could trust him. But she felt reluctant. Of course she did.
For a moment she brooded over this strange contrast. Probably wishful thinking, she thought. "Okay." she then said, but it was merely a summing up of these conflicting thoughts, not a real agreement. Then she turned to study him, more intent this time as if once more trying desperately to sort him in but not even having the feeling of a deja vu to aid her. "What´s your name by the way?" she asked. At least that made sense in her mind and probably nowhere else. As if knowing a name added trustworthyness. But for someone knowing nothing right now a stranger´s name was at least something.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 23, 2011 12:42:19 GMT -5
"Daniel," Gambit said, making it sound French. It would match his accent and Shade would probably be okay with it. The problem was, he still had no idea what she was and where her amnesia originated, and he had to protect his identity.
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Post by Shade on Feb 23, 2011 12:50:51 GMT -5
Shade didn´t have any reason to not believe him and therefore decided that she just had to in that detail, at least for now. She kept looking at him for another moment, feeling that somehow it would be right to say something such as ´thank you´. Not for answering her question, whether it was a truthful answer or not, but because she was no longer out there. Her body was demanding attention and what it noticed was that it was warm and that her exhaustion was starting to overpower her, blurring out even all the other stuff that was going through her mind and all the unanswered questions. When she looked back out onto the street she had to blink for a moment, fighting the urge to just close her eyes and fall asleep.
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