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Post by Jamie Quinn on Jan 31, 2009 16:42:03 GMT -5
*Just beyond the kitchen door, Jamie stood at the pump, working the handle to fill a couple of buckets for the kitchen, humming something indistinct as he did.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 16:27:56 GMT -5
*Jake stomped out to the pump and swung the handle to releash a gush of icy clear water, which he took a handful of and rubbed on his face and hands before he grabbed his shaving soap and began to lather his face with it.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 18:10:10 GMT -5
((So is Jamie back?))
*Lark jogged out back, not having found him anywhere in the cottage. She paused at the sight of him so worked up. Worked up because of her. She hurried to his side, slowing as she neared in case he was terrible cross at her.*
"Jake..." *She whispered.* "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...cut you out like that."
*She hugged herself, rubbing her arms against the cool morning air.*
"Please...let me make it right by you."
((And it is so bizarre that you read my mind but since I saw Hidalgo, I've wanted there to be a scene with her helping him shave. Not that I'm sure she'll get there at the moment. But still, uncanny timing.))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 18:34:05 GMT -5
((Jamie's around, but let's say he's not by the pump, too, at the moment.))
"Look..." *he dipped his straight razor in the bowl of clean water and carefully drew it down his cheek.* "...I know I ain't been 'ntirely honest with ya myself by times, but...well, I was hoping that could change. Fer both of us. We all got our demons..."
*He rinsed the blade and paused before turning it to work on his throat.*
"I was kinda hopin' we could fight 'em together."
*He fell silent, unable to talk as he ran the razor down his neck, making a crisping sound against the short stubble on his skin.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 18:38:45 GMT -5
((kk.))
*Lark lowered her face, ashamed of her weakness. She gave a sideways glance before lifting her hand to his as it lowered to rinse the blade.*
"Me too. I mean, that's what I want. If you'll let me."
*Her gaze raised to his imploringly.*
"Can we...go back inside?" *She offered.* "I'd like to..." *She shrugged and glanced at the bowl.* "...to help. And...tell you about...what happened." *Her voice faded as she said it, shame washing fresh over her.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 19:08:42 GMT -5
*Jake looked up at her and nodded, slowly.*
"...should I finish up here, or...d--d'ya wanna go in now?"
*One wet hand stroked her hair gently, pushing it back from her face.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 19:57:33 GMT -5
*Lark dared the hint of a hopeful smile and drew a fingertip across his lathered cheek.*
"It may come as a bit of a surprise, but it ain't like I've never seen it done before." *Her brows lifted gently.*
"Unless your set on doing it all yourself." *She looked about them briefly.* "In the cold."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 19:59:52 GMT -5
"Uh...hell, why not?"
*He pumped some fresh water into the basin and scooped up his shirt and boots, following Lark back into the kitchen.*
((To the kitchen?))
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 5, 2009 20:05:28 GMT -5
((Sounds good.))
*Lark's smile came easier as she followed him inside.*
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