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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:04:16 GMT -5
The next morning, Remy quickly collected her cash, having found his wallet, left a note that she had taken the owed amount, and left. No car ride. Once back at the place, she got dressed up and went back to work.
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:06:14 GMT -5
Waking up he went and looked for her and then found the note instead. Smirking to himself he checked his wallet and then nodded his head. "She didn't lie, that's good." Gideon thought outloud to himself and then went to make himself some food.
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:14:19 GMT -5
Around 3 in the afternoon, she got tired of work and turned in early. She went to her apartment, changed into something nice, and decided to walk around town. "I ain't happy...I'm feeling glad..." she sang Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz.
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:16:11 GMT -5
((Lol. I love that song.))
Gideon was out once again, drinking at a random club like he usally did. This time he was drinking beer, he usually didn't do that but it was the easiest thing to buy.
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:20:46 GMT -5
((me too. gotta shower, brb))
Remy saw him in a bar, and sighed. She didn't want to go in and talk. They were strictly sex business only. Speaking of which, she was with a guy as it was. And he was like her usuals: loud, rude, uncaring, and ugly. And this one was drunk.
Before he passed out, he punched her in the eye, giving her a black eye, and fell to the ground. She yelped and clutched her eye until it was a dull throb, then robbed him. She took all his money, anything expensive to pawn, and got out of the alley. "Bastard..." she muttered, clutching her eye and looking for somewhere with ice. Only the bar Gideon had gone into was around.
She went in and pretended to not know 4 of the people, including Gideon, there. The tender gave her some ice. "Thanks." she muttered and began to leave when one of the men who knew her blocked the door and asked for some. She politely refused and pushed past him, ignoring the comments about her being a snotty bitch, whore, ect. as she walked away.
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:25:05 GMT -5
Gideon saw her and blinked, he glared at the man that said those things and stood up. He was 6'0 so he wasn't really to scared of any of the guys around there. He glared at the man that said that, his head moving slightly to the left. "That's no way to talk to a woman." He said in a growl and slammed his shoulder into the other guys shoulder before disappearing to what seemed like the other side of the bar but actually went outside.
He saw Remy and followed her, once out of sight he walked up along side her. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:38:34 GMT -5
Remy shot him a brief look of confusion, anger, and suprise, then looked away, calming down. "Peachy." she replied, grumpy slightly. "Why'd you follow me?" she asked, not bothering to lie that she knew he was in that bar. "Weren't you...I don't know...drinking?"
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:43:54 GMT -5
He blinked in confusion at her anger and stopped walking for a moment and then caught up with her once again. "I heard what that fuck face said to you and I know you got hurt and I just wanted to help. Christ, why do women have to make everything so hard." Gideon said, stopping her and gently taking her face into his hands to try and check her eye.
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:47:34 GMT -5
Remy stumbled for a small second before being turned to face Gideon. "Because that's our jobs as women. And his words didn't hurt me, I don't give a shit what I'm called. As for the black eye, that's really none of your business, no offence. We're on a 'I need a good fuck' basis, I think." she told him, scowling. This was how she reacted to being cared for by her few guy friends too. And they aren't here to vouche for me.
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:49:44 GMT -5
He glared at her but said nothing, he hadn't meant the words hurt her in the first place he meant the black eye. "I just want to help you, can you not see that i'm going to fix your fucking eye?" Gideon asked, moving her hand and gently putting one of his hands over her eyes.
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:55:10 GMT -5
"I can perfectly see that!" she yelled, getting frustrated. "I don't need your help." she then snapped and pulled away out of his grip, then stumbled over her own feet and onto her ass. Remy's hands got scraped up and she looked pissed. She stared at the ground, feeling childish and rude, but scared too. She always got somewhat frightened when someone tried to help her.
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 0:57:24 GMT -5
He stared down at her and then slowly kneeled down onto one knee and stared at her face. "Can I please help you Remy, i'm not going to hurt you." Gideon said, inisde he was arguing himself about being nice but for now he was going with the good side of him. "I'm just going to make the bruise and soreness go away."
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 0:59:55 GMT -5
Remy shook her head. "No...don't." she mumbled. She felt horrible whenever she did this to someone, but she couldn't stop. "I'm fine...It doesn't hurt...The ice has numbed it..." She tried to reassure him, standing up slowly and looking away from him, putting the ice back on her eye. "Go...back to the bar and finish your beer or whatever you were drinking."
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Post by Koops on Nov 13, 2007 1:02:34 GMT -5
He stood up straight, eyes on her he shook his head. "I just wanted to help you, princess." Gideon said quietly to her, he turned away adn walked back to wards the bar to have some more drinks.
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Post by Milk on Nov 13, 2007 1:10:27 GMT -5
Remy waited till his footsteps weren't heard anymore to let her angry tears fall. She slowly trudged on, crying and not sure where the hell she was going. Why? Why can't I let people help? she thought, yelling inside at herself for being so rude, so childish, so...pompous in a way to Gideon. "He was only trying to...And I..." she wept, leaning against a street light. Anger builty up and she threw the ice at the building across from her and screamed in anger at herself.
Once that got out, she began her way back to her apartment. Once there, she paid her rent, went inside, and went to bed. She didn't really own much, and her fridge was empty. Remy went to bed without food in her belly, and with nothing but hatred towards herself.
The next morning she woke, dressed, scrubbed her teeth, and left. No breakfast. She had on her trenchcoat, and was heading to work. I should apologize... she thought. Her black eye was almost gone. Being a night angel, it would be gone by tomorrow.
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