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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:39 pm
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It was a matter of choosing who seemed the least threatening. All the moonwalkers were automatically threat level charlie, if not delta, for Preacher. Even Alexis' danger aura didn't compare. Not that they had their dangerness right now, but that was a problem for a later time. However, even if Preacher took into account the weres' various threat levels, it didn't mean she could go willy-nilly and find one. Technically, while abusing her ability to gather information as the police chief's secretary was possible, she preferred not to.
That was why, when seeing Jaime Delacroix, were-rabbit extraordinaire, coming out of a grocery store, she decided it was now or never.
"Hey, Jamie, you got a mo'?" She jogged over, hoping he wasn't gonna cut and run.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 9:57 am
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How tempted Jamie was to cut and run (very tempted) would be plastered all over his face. Now, he honestly hated to make anyone privy to the fact he was uncomfortable with them. On the contrary, Jamie's ideal world was one where everyone got along, even if they weren't the best of friends. To that end, he usually kept his expressions soft and kind—though he wasn't the best at it—even if he wasn't feeling it. Preacher had just, well, she'd caught him off guard, to say the least. What could she possible want with him after the way they'd parted last time?
"Um..." he bumbled, grabbing his colorful fish bag close, a defensive gesture. "I... I guess?" Shiloh had taken the truck today, so Jamie's only option was make up an excuse and walk the entire way home or give her the time of day while he waited for the bus. It was a long walk.
"If, um, you don't mind heading for the bus stop..."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 4:56 pm
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"Nah, lit' no one but me hates it, so-" No one would care enough to alter it, she thought. Tentatively, she reached out her hand and put it on Jamie's arm.
And had to resist the urge to pull back, to shove Jamie away. A sense of warmth, of family, of togetherness churned in her gut. Her fingers tightened on his arm, her ears ringing. It built and built and built until finally she couldn't stand it anymore. Pushing Jamie away, she doubled over and vomited onto the sidewalk. Preacher felt dirty and used and horrible. Like even if she took a million showers she couldn't wash the feeling away, like ever if she gouged out her stomach, that forced feeling would permeate her.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 8:08 am
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Jamie could honestly say, no lies or falsehoods intended, that he'd meant to follow through with the idea of making the pack touch optional. After all, he'd been the one to suggest it at the meeting. It only felt right to follow through.
He'd surprise her, he thought, whether she believed him now or not. Unfortunately, she would be the one to surprise him first, and not in a good way.
The touch washed over him in that familiar way it did, all warmth and belonging. That it came attached to someone like Preacher, someone he was undeniably wary of, was definitely weird, but it wasn't enough to spoil it completely. He let his guard down, he relaxed, but then she was squeezing his arm a little too hard and Jamie flinched. What was wrong?
By the time he looked back up at her, she was already shoving him away. It felt like a memory, the sidewalk became a hallway at school. And then Preacher was heaving all over the goddamn hallw- sidewalk and Jamie's head was spinning. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"W-Wh- A-A-A-Are you okay??" he stammered, sick to his own stomach now. Was this his fault? How, he wondered, could anyone react so violently to what was such a wonderful feeling?
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 6:25 pm
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"What - pukin' up m'guts? Don' worry, princess, I'm done." Just then her stomach rolled uneasily. Sighing, Preacher knelt next to the splatter and began sketching glowing lines onto the sidewalk near her own vomit.
"I can't jus' leave this mess here.," she muttered. With a loud hiss of pain, she tore open the cut in her thumb and slammed it down onto the sidewalk smack dab in the middle of her glowing mark. The concrete pulled at the edges of the cut painfully as she dragged her thumb in a semi-circle. Then, she pulled it up.
And, like magic, the vomit seemed to shrivel up on itself and flake away. Preacher huffed and watched it go, trying to put off saying 'thank you' to Jamie.
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