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Kat
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Date Posted: 09/ 3/13 8:28:00pm
In reply to:
Paige Haley
's message, "..What If.." on 09/ 1/13 9:13:25pm
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What if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow
Much too deep?
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Now that she was on her feet, and further, on her guard, Kat was not fearful of this man. There would be no more surprises for her that night, not if she could help it. She had been simply too caught up in her thoughts, too engulfed in being back on the streets of Cascade, to use we good sense. She'd never slipped up so badly before, let herself be so vulnerable. She would not let it happen again, and she would keep damn close to that Ruger to ensure it. "You'd probably be able to retire on a sale like that.." She responded, her dark eyes lingering on the way the man's lips curved as he chuckled. It was so hauntingly familiar...that smile, that laugh. Her own hint of a smile faded, and her brow furrowed just slightly. She would have been willing to pass it off as mere intoxication, but she had just begun to register the way that her head had begun to pound. Not in the muted way it would have been if it had been dulled by the sweet cushion of narcotics...it was, in fact, beginning to roar. As she took a step forward, her muscles shrieked...another sign that her high was depleted. If she couldn't blame this man's familiarity on drugs, what then was its cause? She wouldn't settled for the most logical answer. She just wouldn't.
She neared him as she spoke, her dark eyes locked on his lips as he spoke. Faintly, she was aware of his words...but that goddamn smirk was what really had her attention. And when he shifted to motion to the monster of a truck at the mouth of the alley, the streetlights illuminated him just enough to make her catch her breath. Jesus, was she losing it altogether? How hard had she hit her head? She was nearly convinced this perfect stranger was a ghost...and I she kept looking at him this way, he was going to deny he a ride for sure.
"I have a problem with my mouth too. Bit too sharp." She said softly, a before eying him one last time. The only way to shatter this illusion of him being Paige was to get his name and put her mind to rest. If she proved herself she was just jumping at shadows...maybe then she could relax. "Okay. Say, what's your name anyway? Guess I should ask before getting into trucks with strange men."
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What if I'm the kindest demon?
Something you might not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen
To sleep?
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