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SeaTac or Gates highlights me once more!
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I think it's fair to say Vignette learned about me.
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::Go.:: I sign, face quiet. With one last look at what remains of Millions, I walk out. What this place will look like when it cools off, I'll have to see. ::Millions is nothing now.:: I sign to the gang as soon as I'm in sight. ::Clear from Pi…
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Cujo has a point. For someone who has mind-witch stuff goin' on I'm not sure she gets me or Cujo or herself or where she's at. However it works it must not be very useful after all. I get a little closer to Vignette, glance over my shoulder where…
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My eyes narrow, and I breathe slow. "Millions lied about me and insulted us. Tried to take August like a trinket for free and started a fight over that. Then traded one of us for her. The soaking gall of that man brought me here, and you ought t…
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::Ever seen a reflection on top of wet mud?:: I sign back. I notice Queen Anne and nod. That's good. He's pissed. That's less good, but what can I do? This is on Millions, and his lack of respect. "Find me someone who saw August leave." Anne…
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I need to prove that Millions is blooded, and to confirm the biggest splashes in Vignette's story. Bringing Cujo with is good, we can both both see what's the what and watch each other's backs. I spell Cujo's name over my head, turn to the side …
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I yawn real big and lazy, one eye on her sharp. "Show him to me."
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I don't look at scrogboy behind Vignette here when she makes her eyes. I focus on her hood instead, which must work a treat for this. There's a shape to this now. A hostage sort of smell. I let Vignette talk and talk, because when you're quiet…
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I squint and cock my head to the side; it's like I'm rolling the idea around in my mouth, tryna' figure out what it tastes like. My tongue clicks idle-like. Millions was a classic of his type. Loved his power. I saw that last night. Too greedy …
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This is...floodin' weird. At first I goose my engine, wondering if there's a way to pull Vignette out of this mess, but..she's loose. Standing on her own, and then pulling ahead, inviting me to talk with that position. I sign out ::Hold steady. …
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::Grindhouse. Anybody seen August or her bike?:: I ask the pack.
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Honestly my plan is to give chase on the mobile Boys we find and see if they point us there or at Millions' usual place. If nobody's riding is a giveaway, then yeah I'm onward to Grindhouse. It worries me that August hasn't come back yet and it …
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::I think there's a line forms up behind Schooner and his time will come. This ain't a pre-game show to Harbormaster. For him we gonna hunt his whole life, and I have people to talk to still.:: I never hunted someone's whole life before and truth…
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I have my fill of breakfast and trade off doing hair with someone. No good to ride into a big fight with my hair down, that'd just look stupid. When my mohawk is drying and my stomach feels settled, I stand up at the circle. I gather eyes to me …
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"Aw, Rainey, I ain't mad." I squat down next to her and put my arms around her shoulders. "I thought you were tryin' on the idea. It'll be okay." I smooth a hand over her forehead. "You ain't gotta be scared."
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"Oh yeah, him." This is what I expect from any rider, period, and most men in general. It just sort of happens this way. Some men get soaking weird about it, some women do. I don't think it's anybody's fault, quite, but there's reasons why Arrow…
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"You're good, Rainey. Maybe the spicy's not so good? You could ask Laika or Bon about it." I offer as I get her a towel and water, help her clean up. "How long?" Guess it's gonna be laundry day again soon. That's a whole thing.
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"Too hungry, now that the rain's gone." I watch Zeus, pretty glad that she woke up cause there's lots of parts of cooking I can't keep track of. "I'll nap when I can." I go to help Rainey, hold her hair back and such.
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I get up, too, might as well, making my way out careful 'cause everybody deserves sleep. I get some dry clothes on - ain't gonna wear yesterday's pants or shirt today. Jacket's in good shape. I drink down some water. I prick up my ears a little …
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I pocket the thing and grin back at Cujo. This was kinda fun after all. I think I'm plumb out of SafeCo business for tonight. It's late, I need to pretend to rest and get focused.
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::Nah, we should get back to the pile before people notice and freak out.:: I snap fingers and point at rifle guy to toss me the thing he promised while I walk out.
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"Huh." That's kinda interesting. I can think of a few people who'd want a look at that. I drop my guy, kinda gently I guess, and step between Cujo and Smudgeface. Smudgeface has my back, which I don't like, but it doesn't make me nervous. ::Sav…
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I loosen up a little. "Prob'ly, but mostly he just got born." Some people are unlucky that way. "What's this thing in your pocket here?" I ask, curious. Soon I should pry Cujo out of this fight, I think. I step a little outward to make it easi…
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I kick out the back of one of my guy's knees. He loses height like he must and I notice the thing in his pocket, a little screen on it and the rest like a needle but not, not sharp. What the hell is it? While I try to decide if I've ever seen one…
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I peel away from the bar, behind these two outsiders, casual as walking off for a piss. Then I tap the fella with the rifle on his empty shoulder, firm, unfriendly. He throws his elbow back like you do in these moments and I take it from him, slid…
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Hah, when it comes to a fight, what Cujo wants, Cujo gets. If that's what she needs to wait out her sadness here, I'm not gonna stop her. I will watch her back, though, and make sure things don't go too far. She's got to save some for Millions' B…
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"Yeah, that's how we do. It's hard work, but good." I raise up and finish my milk. "Rainey's still with us, doin' rides and everything." "Lotta growing up goin' on around here, I think it's good." The flipside don't need to be said. I stand up…
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I'm no August at all, my stories come out a big mess. But maybe some of it's rubbed off on me, I hope. I pay close attention when she lays something out. "Awright, whatcha wanna hear?" I ask Pine as she sits back down. I stay aware of Cujo, Gru…
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"I drink what I want, Pine. See, Cujo knows that." I lean back, fold my arms. "Tell you what, since I ain't throwin' back suds I can tell you another story. Go fill up, I'll get my recollections in a row. Not bloody easy for me."