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Post by Storyteller on Sept 15, 2006 21:55:47 GMT
Once you've all taken your seats, and Trey's firmly shut-up in the back, the SUV moves off, Jessie in pursuit.
((John--->own board.))
After you've been driving for about 10 minutes, in relative silence, and are firmly on your way heading out of the city, Jessie finally speaks.
"So, Trey, how do you know Michael? We're sure all this is above board? Well, revatively above board, at any rate."
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 16, 2006 0:52:28 GMT
As Trey was getting into the car, Wic's face had cracked and that wicked grin had spread across his face. Either his poker face broke from being on it or he was just enjoying being dirty.
After Jessie asked Trey about Michael, Wic just looked at Trey with a raised eyebrow. Not just waiting for his answer but trying to read any discomfort or waning confidence.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 16, 2006 1:20:09 GMT
I shrug.
"Mike's cool. He's actually a pretty influential person in the Lance and definately one of my favorites."
Not that that means much, but it's a fact.
"Marla, though? Can't say I'm very familiar with her. But if Mike's cool with her, so am I."
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 16, 2006 15:24:18 GMT
Wic turns back facing the front, seemingly satisfied, but he glances at Jessie for her reaction.
I'm 'cool' with these ones until they show me a reason not to be. Micheal owes me a and Marla owes me bigtime. Not sure if that means I should trust them more or less. They might not like being in debt.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 17, 2006 21:37:02 GMT
Jessie smiles, keeping her eyes on the road.
"That's good to hear. Michael definitely seems sound, but Marla...unnerves me slightly. Perhaps she just sets me off, perhaps she's Nosferatu, I don't know, but I definitely know that i'm going to watch myself around her."
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 18, 2006 5:13:59 GMT
Wic cannot repress a smirk, but says nothing and just turns and watches the road.
Ah, there's nothing like uncertain loyalties coming to the forefront just as you're heading into the shit.
"I'd like to be able to reassure you, Jessie. The best I can do is to suggest we all watch each other's backs tonight. That should go without saying, but it sounded like it needed to be said for the sake of ...reassurance."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 18, 2006 18:31:19 GMT
I shrug. Marla was wierd but that's probably because she doesn't say much. Quiet people are always creepy.
"I've got your backs, no problem. Even if you did pack me in the back of a Beetle."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 19, 2006 21:49:09 GMT
She laughs.
"Don't worry Wic, it's not us i'm worried about watching, but it pays to stay aware, does it not?"
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 20, 2006 7:27:06 GMT
"Oh, I understand you," Wic said, nodding slowly. "I just mean we can look out for each other for whomever may act against us."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 20, 2006 22:28:45 GMT
A firm nod, her face in neutral.
"I gotcha on that one."
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 21, 2006 5:12:07 GMT
After a few seconds, Wic spoke, "Speaking of watching our back, I would be very surprised if there were someone following us; but then again, I would really hate to be surprised, so can you watch our back now, Jessie? See if we are followed."
Then he just watched the roads and tried to maintain some sense of direction and location.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 23, 2006 15:00:49 GMT
I do my best to make myself comfortable back here. It's surprisingly simple.
"I guess we are a paranoid group. But as they say 'just because we're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't following us.'"
I'm hoping right now that Wics not right.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 25, 2006 17:33:49 GMT
Jessie nods in agreement with both of you, and keeps looking pointedly in the rear view mirror over the next 5 minutes, before relaxing slightly.
The car heads out of the city, and gets onto the highway, sticking as close as possible to the SUV, so as not to lose it. It's a long drive, the best part of an hour, but eventually, you arrive. The sign outside the town read 'Welcome to Diamondhead'. It seems a normal enough quiet town, with hardly any one on the street at this kind of night. The only notable sign of life you see is when you drive past a bar. Jessie follows the SUV through the network of streets, finally coming to a residential street, with mid-to-large sized houses. Most of them are pristine, clean and new-looking, but one house on the road draws your attention, more ramshackle than the others, falling apart slightly. You can't see it clearly from here, but it certainly spoils the look of the street somewhat.
The SUV pulls up, and the engine stops, and Jessie parks behind.
"I guess we're here."
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 26, 2006 7:47:22 GMT
Wic gets out and scans the neighborhood.
This better go well, or at least quickly, we are too far from the safety of our havens...
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 26, 2006 16:34:40 GMT
I (almost) tumble my way out of the backseat of Jess's car, straightening up afterwards as if nothing happened.
"I call shotgun for the ride home. That was rediculous."
With that said I look around as I head over to Mike and the others.
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