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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 0:40:29 GMT -5
*Poe pressed her warm lips to his skin in a trail of soft kisses.*
"But there are many things to see here. I worry that I will miss the important ones without a guide. Could you help me? To see what I need to here?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 28, 2007 0:41:38 GMT -5
"If you really want me too...I s'pose I could..." *he said, leaning back lightly against her.*
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 0:46:57 GMT -5
*Poe shifted her hands around to his chest, continuing her attentions. She pursed her lips slightly.*
"It is not required if it is inconvenient. I would just be appreciative of any aid you can offer. I have just not met anyone like you here. I like you very much. I think you could help me learn about the area."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 28, 2007 0:49:19 GMT -5
"Me? I don't know nothing 'bout birthin' no babies Paris..."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 7:19:35 GMT -5
*Poe's brow crinkled and her hands slowed.*
"If you do not wish to see me again, I will understand. I have just found you agreeable and would like very much to leaned this city with you. If it does not appeal to you, you are under no obligation."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 28, 2007 8:50:12 GMT -5
*Jake reached back to cover her hand with his.*
"It's not that, Poe...it's just that this city is still strange to me...I'm a lot like you."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 9:03:23 GMT -5
Somehow I doubt that.
*Poe offered a hesitant smile and stroked his hair.*
"So you would not be bothered by my presence? You would see me again? Perhaps we might explore Paris together."
Or not. I can do it on my own.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2007 13:08:02 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*The bike rumbled to a halt and War was forced to help Lizzie off the back and to the door. Her legs were shaky and her cheeks flush. She grinned back to him as she opened the door.*
"Thanks, Mister. That was..."
*She stumbled inside and wasn't much aware that he drove away, the sound almost like the thunder of a heavy Texas storm. She tried to make her way to her room, but she wasn't feeling so good. She bumped into the wall of the hall and slid down it. It was better on the floor anyways. She sighed heavily, resting her head back against the wall and trying to stop the room from spinning.*
He was nice.
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2007 21:31:40 GMT -5
*A light had remained burning in Jake's room, and the floorboards creaked as he appeared in the doorway at the end of the hall, rubbing his eyes tiredly.*
"Lizzie? Thought you'd gone t'bed. You sick?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2007 23:16:11 GMT -5
Oh...Jake. Just go back to bed.
*Lizzie offered a limp wave as if to dismiss him. Her words were groggy and slurred.*
"Nah...just...I's fine, really..."
*She patted the floor.*
"Just... restin'..."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2007 23:25:28 GMT -5
*Jake shoved his hair out of his eyes and crouched beside Lizzie to feel her forehead for a fever. Then she belched in his face.*
"Christ on chicken-fried steak, you're pickled as an egg."
*He slid his arms around his little sister and hoisted her limp form into a fireman hold, carrying her down the hall and nudging open the door to her room with his hip. He laid Lizzie on her bed.*
"Don't you stir a step. I'll be right back."
*he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a large glass of water. He held it to her lips and put his other arm around her shoulders.*
"Drink it. All of it."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2007 23:28:29 GMT -5
*Bed was nice. Real nice. She smiled to herself as he disappeared and she lowered her eyelids, but just for a moment. She wasn't tired. Not really. Just more...warm. When he came back with the glass, she scrunched her nose and pushed it away gracelessly.*
"Nah, Jake...I think if I drink anythin' else, I's gonna burst wide open."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2007 23:41:42 GMT -5
"Well then I'll drag you out back and plop you on the privvy like ah did when you was two."
Christ, we'll be there all night. Once you start, you can't stop whizzin'.
"You'll thank me in the mornin'."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2007 23:44:55 GMT -5
*Lizzie frowned, but took the glass nonetheless, forcing down its contents as best she could, although some of it trickled down over her chin. Once done, she presented him the empty glass victoriously.*
"See? All done...now goes back to beds."
*She grinned and shut her eyes again, her head falling back hard against the headboard. She didn't seem to notice the impact much at the time.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2007 23:51:45 GMT -5
((You TRYNA concuss the girl?))
"JESUS!"
*He shook her lightly and tapped her cheek.*
"Liz? Lizzie, honeycakes, wake up."
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