helloooooo... i had started this ages ago... but i was sure where it was going... i know how this story is gunnu go and how it will work out... but this chapter i drew a bit of a blank
buuuut luckily! i'm back with my brain!
I HAVE IDEAS AGAIN!
10: Weirdoes!
"What's happening?" Hannah chirped timidly as she was lead out of the building, peering around the three men that had boxed her in.
"I have no idea what is going on, can you please shed some light?" She asked hopefully.
"If I'm being arrested shouldn't I be read my rights?" A light frown pulled at her brows.
"I have the right to an attorney!" She then stated, holding a hand in the air to help make the point an even bigger statement, thou all she managed to do was tug her other arm up awkwardly seeing as her hands where cuffed together, leaving her to clatter around with her arms stupidly.
"Ok I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have done it, but please understand!" The dark haired woman then spiralled off in a tipsy rant, her voice hitching as she seemed she was going to burst into tears at any moment, something that caused the three men to exchange looks before looking at the hand cuffed woman with a much softer expression.
"Alright fine!" She then huffed in irritation, all evidence of possible tears fully gone as she turned off the water works and decided to accept her fate.
"I have no idea, for the life of me, what I have done!" Hannah gave an awkward shrug, ignoring the unimpressed looks from the three soldiers she had managed to trick with her fake tears.
The walk was short and the confused woman took none of it in, she simply followed on with the men while looking down at the handcuffs with a slight amusement, having never been in hand cuffs before it was oddly exciting to her, or that's what the alcohol made her think any way.
"You ok?" One of the soldiers spoke up, concerned over her silence seeing as she had been only too happy to ramble out her demands and statements minutes earlier.
"Oh you do speak!" She instantly chirped with a bright smile, almost seeming like a simple-minded idiot.
"So could you now, perhaps, explain the reason behind the hand cuffs?" She kept the same smile but raised her brows with the question as her small herding group came to a stop.
"You said you wanted help," a different voice spoke up, an obvious smile in the tone making it all too familiar and when Hannah swirled around in search of the voice she instantly fitted the voice to the face.
"Ah, I should have known," She nodded with a smile before holding her arms out to show the cuffs.
"A little unnecessary but affective," She shrugged.
"Do you still want us to read you, your rights?" One of the other boys smirked, just about holding back a snicker.
"No, it's fine, but you can take these off," She simply frowned.
"I got it from here guys, thanks," Their Sergeant nodded, dismissing the three grinning men and allowing them to get back to their posts.
"Won't you get in trouble for that?" Hannah questioned curiously.
"Nope, I have contacts," He grinned as he plucked a small key from his pocket and gently took her right wrist, lifting her hands and quickly ridding her of the cuffs.
"Thanks," She mumbled lightly, rubbing at her wrists as the tight pressure vanished while watching as he gave her a nod before turning to his radio, starting a conversation with a crackle.
"Hey, Joe?" He spoke down the line.
'Sup Doyle?' a bored voice was quick to reply.
"Thanks for sorting the security cameras" The sniper gave a coy grin as he spoke.
'Ah! No probs mate, gave me summit to do,' Joe crackled back.
"Well thanks again," He nodded before muting the radio link and turning to take in Hannah who was stood, simply staring.
"How did you know where I was?" She instantly accused.
"Your welcome," He then scoffed out with a laugh.
"Yer that too, but still!" She quickly waved it away.
"Should I be scared of you?" the question chirped out lightly, an unsure tone lacing the words.
"I mean, guy with a gun, on top of a building, with a gun, looking into apartments…with a gun, knowing where people are, what they've been doing…calling them…" Her brows rose as she looked across at him expectantly, only for the man to continue to stand completely relaxed with a single brow raised on his face.
"It don't sound too good…that someone with an S is starting to creep to mind again," She held an accusing face as she pointed towards him the buzz of alcohol seeming to influence her words more, to which he simply rolled his eyes.
"Stalker? I get it," He nodded.
"A few of my men had spotted the dull party and were messing around, they picked you out of the crowd," He then stated, speaking with authority as if he was giving evidence for himself in court.
"Actually I was thinking Sergeant…" She paused as she caught his eye, watching innocently as a small grin turned up on his lips.
"Alright, lets start over!" He smiled and held a hand out.
"Hi, I'm Sergeant Doyle and I am not a stalker," The grin pulled up at his lips more, his eyes lighting with amusement as his words sparked a laugh from the woman in front of him.
"Nice too meet you, I'm glad your not a stalker," She nodded with a bright smile taking his hand and shaking it.
"Really?" He raised his brows with a grin as he released her hand.
"Still no name?"
"Does it really bother you that much, not knowing my name?" She couldn't help but giggle.
"Well I guess I'll just use your other name then," He turned slowly with a shrug, digging his hands into his pockets casually as he started a slow walk.
"…Excuse me?" The smile fell from Hannah's lips like a led weight, quickly replaced with utter confusion.
"Jocelyn!" He held his head up high with a wide smile as he spoke the name loud enough for the woman now falling behind to hear.
"That's not my name!" She instantly chirped, jumping into step to follow him.
"Well that is the only name I have on you so I might as well use it!" He spun around and walked a few paces backwards as the dark haired woman caught up.
"Oh I see your game!" She narrowed her eyes at him in a mock scowl.
"Do you now?" He grinned, a brow raising as he stopped his backwards paces as the woman placed her hands on her hips and came to a halt in front of him.
"Yer!" She stated confidently with a nod.
"Well then Jocelyn, would you care for a walk?" he gave an elaborate bow which earned a giggle from Hannah before standing up strait and holding a hand out to her.
"I'm not sure about Jocelyn, but I'll keep you company," she nodded, folding her arms across her chest and moving around him with quick strides.
With a cheeky grin Doyle was quick to follow, stepping up next to her and matching her strides.
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"You really didn't look at all impressed," The sniper laughed with a boyish grin turning up the corners of his lips.
"Oh I wasn't, but to be honest I should be used to weirdoes," The brunette shrugged, the alcohol she had drunk now dwindling out to a low level leaving the once numb buzz way behind, not that she minded now she was in better company. The drink was no longer needed to help numb all her senses to the point she couldn't comprehend most of what was being spoken to her, perhaps if she was still sat with that damn odd ball of a man with his weird questions then she would probably be ducking and diving to keep hidden while searching for a re-fill.
"Really? You know a few?" Doyle raised a brow as he turned to look at the woman sat next to him in slight amusement.
"Yer, I know a few weirdoes, but their the good kind, you know like your weird friends you love," She explained with a flick of her wrist as she looked across the murky water of the Thames river.
"I say I should be used to weirdoes because they are the only people I seem to attract," She finished with an almost baffled tone.
"It must be my face, I have a freaky face that just attracts really weird people, and now I mean weird!" She turned to the sniper next to her with raised brows as she shared her concerns over her weirdo attracting face.
"I'm sure it's not that bad, your face isn't the least bit freaky," He couldn't help but speak with a grin, the need to laugh pulling at his cheeks so bad they started to hurt.
When most women made negative comments about them selves it was usually over something completely idle or something that wasn't even there to begin, they just felt insecure and needed to draw attention to make-believe issues so they could then be complemented by others to make them selves feel better.
When this dark haired woman made a comment about her self, it was more comical than anything else, like she hadn't even thought of her appearance much until she noticed such weird personalities being pulled her way, and then instead of becoming self conscious she buckled down hard to come up with some form of explanation as to why she was attracting them, her explanation was, 'her freaky face'.
"Not that bad!" Hannah almost scoffed yet a smile tugged at her lips as she thought back on some fun memories of her weird meetings.
"I had one man sit next to me then complain that I wasn't even talking so I tried to make conversation with him only for him to start giggling like school girl, and instead of replying to what I said he just kept repeating my name over and over in a really weird way," She finished with a slight cringe as she thought back.
"It was sort of like a creepy, high pitch, sing song kind of way, and he kept putting 'ohh' in front of my name each time," she pursed her lips as she gave a nod, almost as if she was listening to the voice of the odd man she once met, in her head.
"Ok, I take that back, that sounds weird," The sniper snorted out with laugh he desperately tried to control.
"Yer, one of many," Hannah nodded crossing her arms over the barrier in front of her, and swinging her legs as she leaned forwards to peer down at the dirty water slowly flowing beneath them, the heels of her flimsy dolly shoes making soft taps as they kicked against the walled river edge.
Doyle had led them to the edge of the Thames during their stroll and now they both sat with their legs daggling over the river, the metal railing keeping them safely away from the river as the lowest part of the black painted barrier was at chest height for Hannah sat down and the height of the barrier reached just at the bottom of her ribs, slightly above the waist when she was stood, or rather leaning over the barrier like a kid.
"You seem almost proud?" Doyle gave a confused smile, watching as the woman next to him beamed with a grin.
"Well, they do prove to be funny and entertaining, not at the time mind you, just afterwards when you can laugh back on it," she nodded before turning her brown eyes away from the murky water and towards the Sergeant.
"What about you? You attract many weirdoes?" She questioned with an small expectant smile.
"Not often no, but I did managed to get myself quite a character once," he nodded with a chuckle.
"Sounds interesting," Hannah nodded, giving a smile to encourage him to continue.
"I had some leave back home a while back so I went out with some of the guys, we hit a few bars and one of them I bumped into this beautiful little blonde, big blue eyes, she was a looker," Her rambled with a grin, replaying the night in his head while the once intrigued look on Hannah's face tugged down slighting in disinterest and almost resentment of the unknown woman he was describing. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, it's always a gorgeous blonde, why did she have to have dark hair? There was no hope in hell for her with her dark hair, common brown eyes and freaky face!
"She came over to me and started talking, and I don't mean small talk, she blasted into a full conversation about hair, now I have no idea how anyone could possibly have so much to say about hair!" He held his hands up as if surrendering to the conversation about hair like it was in front of him.
"Oh, and that was going to be my next topic," Hannah teased with a pouting smile.
"That's not the worst," he grinned before continuing on.
"She had this thing about keeping a tight grip on my sleeve so I couldn't go anywhere and after about forty minutes of her non-stop talking she decided to seduce me, I think that was what she was trying to do anyway," He frowned lightly.
"What did she do?" The brunette frowned lightly thou the corners of her lips remained curled up in a smile.
"She, uhh, pulled the padding from her bra out, it was all rubbery and skin coloured," He cringed.
"She then dunked it in my drink before popping it in her mouth to suck it clean… I still don't know what to make of it to this day," He looked across the river to the dead part of the city on the other side with a confused if slightly disturbed look on his face.
Hannah had slapped a hand over her mouth to suppress the very loud laugh that would have other wise burst out, leaving her instead to snicker uncontrollably into her hand as she leaned over the railing, her shoulders shaking.
"I hardly touched that drink too, total waste," He shook his head, his eyes remaining on the city as he crossed his arms over the barrier from where they were once draped.
"Are you serious!" Hannah finally managed to shriek with laughter before placing her hands to her face to hold her cheeks down.
"Aw my cheeks hurt now!" She laughed.
"Yer, she stalked me for the rest of the night, it was horrifying, you shouldn't laugh!" he shook his head at her, even thou the faint curl of a smile was pulling at his lips.
"I'm sorry, sorry!" she held a hand out as she slowly managed to calm herself from her giggles.
kk so i finished off this chapter which i was stuck on with a bit of, fun, playfull, bonding time :D
and luckily i have ideas for the next few chapters now
soem totally cute fluff chapters and some totally not cute, not fluff chapters... coz i love my action and excitment :D
bahahahahah
and thanks to all my reviews! you guys gave me the power to get past my mental block! and finish this chapter...even if it was just a bit of fun chats
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