| Face from the Past |
[01 Dec 2005|07:25pm] |
What Jasmine did: Gone out, bought a damn good outfit, and planned to go dancing.
What Jasmine didn’t bargain for: Meeting him again.
Jasmine stood at the bar, watching the man as he stared at her, her back pressed to the bar, his hands on her waist, just watching each other. She had a deer-in-headlight’s look; he had the look of a predator.
That’s how this relationship always was. It was give and take, over and over. They were both broken, damaged goods that no one else wanted. They didn’t even want each other.
“What’re you doing here?” She whispered, feeling him leaning in for a kiss before he even tried.
“You.” Kyle answered, pulling her into a hard kiss. The kiss that had for so long melted her heart made her blood feel like rocky ice flooding through her veins. It hurt to kiss Kyle back, but Jasmine did without thought.
( All that I am... )
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| Lunchables |
[01 Dec 2005|10:46pm] |
Well, at least the wheelchair was gone.
But that was really the only good news Jill could rely on at the moment, sitting at her desk with a furrowed brow as she browsed through some files for an upcoming case. Her injuries were healing well, the bruises on her face nowhere near as noticeable as they had been a few days earlier. Work was claming down somewhat; now, all the lawyer had to deal with was representing a man accused of serial murder.
Fifteen girls dead on the outskirts of the city in the past six months, all killed the same way: 9mm bullet to the side of the head followed by seemingly random and unnecessary evisceration.
Jill had her work cut out for her.
But it was better than dealing with her own issues, such as facing the fact that for the first time in years, she was starting to resemble something possibly human. Her love for Victoria was a calming influence, whether Jill wanted to admit it or not, and part of her hated Gregor for calling her out on those feelings.
But at the same time, it was somewhat liberating to let it out.
( Bumping into a familiar face )
( You're paying. )
( An unpleasant encounter )
( We're about to get all philosophical up in the piece )
( Luke...I killed your father... )
( Bitches have compassion, too. )
( They'd make a great couple, if they weren't so fucked up )
( Sometimes the pain's so bad, you'll do anything to make it go away )
"Cab," he said in her ear. "We can go to my hotel. No one will bother us there. I pay them enough money to leave me the fuck alone."
“Sounds good to me,” the lawyer smiled lazily as she rested a hand on the man’s chest, grinning as they hailed a taxi and whisked off to the hotel. As the taxi drove off, Jill glanced out the window momentarily, catching a reflection of herself in the glass. Fighting off the urge to cringe at the sight of herself, Jill gave thought for a moment about what she was doing, how insane it probably was.
But she saw a way out of her pain, at least for the moment, so it was okay.
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