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[hatesthefood]

If anyone needs an escort to a safehouse, I'm available. Just call me via the police force line.

Mara, stay put. I'm on my way.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, because I'm terribly excited to go out and play with the weeping angels some more. I'm at the shop, I went out before I checked the network this morning.

These have been here before, haven't they?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... wow. Okay. Wasn't expecting the hostility.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I spent the better part of an hour getting one to look at itself in a mirror. I have a headache, my eyes itch and I haven't dared duck out the back for a cigarette all day.

...it seems to work, by the way - the mirror. It's a little nerve-wracking having it standing here, but it hasn't moved for awhile.

Moody Ken? Never happen.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you know what? You seem to have things well under control. I'm sure you'll be fine.

Honeymoon's over, huh?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I'm certain I will be. So long as I don't run out of mirrors.

Seems like it might be

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Right.

*wibbles* Poor kids.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Long pause.]

You really aren't coming are you?

;_;

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you really don't want me to, but hey, that's alright. I'll go protect the people around here that want me to.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Having stayed at the shop where she could use mirrors to protect herself until midnight, it's very late when Mara comes home after making sure the shop wasn't damaged and replacing the things she'd moved. truth be told, it's closer to one or one-thirty in the morning. Heading straight to the alcohol to pour herself a very stiff drink, trying not to shake from anger and residual fear she calls out to the possibly empty house.]

Are you home?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so that's how that's going to go is it?]

Any serious troubles tonight?

[Small talk. Safe topics. She makes herself sip the drink instead of gulping it down like she desperately wants to.]

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Nothing worth noting. Nothing that'll make life hell for the next few days anyway.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She comes to stand just outside the doorway, looking him over for bruises or abrasions he might be shrugging off in male fashion.]

Hopefully not too much paperwork for tomorrow, you could probably do with sleeping in.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I've got the day off tomorrow, provided nothing else happens.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Provided.

[She doesn't sound convinced. She's hating this place right now and debating broaching the sensitive topic at hand.]

Would you like a drink?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

No, thank you.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She opens her mouth to speak twice before finally spitting it out.]

You didn't have to order me to stay in place like a brain-addled child, you know.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.... fine.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She sees it, but she doesn't know how to make it go away.]

I would have called if I needed help.

[ooc: I'm off for the night - have a good one and I'll pick up tomorrow.]

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Sorry I assumed, then. I won't do it again.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She's going to take a sip of her drink before going to get him some clean boxers for when he's out of the shower, coming back to sit on the closed toilet seat.]

Are you hungry at all?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Not really.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She can be patient, not that he'd be able to tell from the tapping foot.]

Can I bring you anything?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Be careful.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Always.