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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 11:50:24 GMT -5
She grinned, nodding her head as she walked back toward the street. "Hey don' worry 'bout me, I can take care o' myself." Her grin broadened. After letting him see how wimpy she was feeling, that just needed to be said, more for her than him.
Following the dim light from the street lamp she found her way back out to Lucky. Glancing both ways down the eerily deserted streets she tugged her hat low. "C'mon, we gotta go."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 20, 2006 17:37:37 GMT -5
Lucky glanced back down the alleyway. "I was just about to come get ya, the guard is changing up," she pulled the collar of her coat up and hunched her shoulders to try to fight off the cold, she glanced at Smalls and gave her a grin. "So, how does Conlon look in stirpes?" Sure it was in poor taste, but she couldn't let it show how much she was really worried. She'd over heard some of the guards talking, and, it didn't look good.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 19:12:50 GMT -5
She snorted at Lucky's question, grinning slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. "We gotta get back to the lodgin' house, I haveta talk ta Triggah."
Glancing through the streets again before slinking across she turned back to Lucky. "Keep ya eyes open, remembah who's aftah me, alright? Anythin' happens and you run, got it?" Though it came out as a question, it was nothing of the sort.
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