This. Is. Chapter. Twelve. I. am. In. need. Of. Ideas. So. You. Should. Send. Me. Some. I'll. Bet. Your. Punctuating. This. In. your. Head. And. It. Sounds. Funny. I'm just playing with ya. I'm really bored though, I've spent almost two hours just staring at this disclaimer and a blank page. Whoopee.
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Mistoffelees watched as they rolled his little brother into surgery. Eponine sat outside the door, her legs crossed under a purple skirt. Tuggers biker jacket was a near perfect match, even with her sad eyes and tear stained cheeks, she looked like a super model. Misto sat down on the other side of her, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.
"Everything will be fine, I promise."
"It always is in the end isn't it?"
Bombalurina quickly walked back into the office, glaring at Cassy as they passed each other. Time seemed to slow down, each step taking longer than the next. Cassandra flipped back her brown bangs, staring in hatred and disdain with pebble eyes. Her lips were the exact shade of salmon pink, she made a habit of keeping that number shade in business by buying it almost every day. She turned back around, each strand of hair turning back into place as she pushed open the door and walking out. Bomba stopped moving, staring after before time suddenly caught up and she was sitting in her chair and filing paperwork again.
"They'll know it was you Mac, it always is anyway." She stated, seeing his shadow looming over the wood of her desk. He leaned over, his lips against her ear,
"Unlikely." His breath was warm as it ran down her back, his voice was thick and deep like molasses. She felt the chill of it as her body suddenly tensed and her brown eyes got wide. His lips pulled up at the corners, touching her skin before he stood erect and walked over to his own table. "Cori's past is too criminally active to think it was me. After all, there is a restraining order."
She hummed in reply, not really caring that he'd broken it. It was always him, no matter how hard he tried to frame the Jellicles, it was always Macavity.
**Quaxo POV**
Maybe YOU can afford to wait, to wait and say goodbye. Maybe you'll get to see one hundred tomorrows, or one thousand, or three thousand. So much time you can waste it on anything you want. Bus for some of us there's only today, there's only this. You never know.
I used to wonder if I'd die old and in my sleep, peaceful. You know? Maybe I'd die young in a totally epic way, like in a drive-by or something, or go down fighting. Instead: I'm sitting here in the dark. I've been falling for what seems like an eternity, it might have only been a few hours. I'm falling farther and farther and it seems like there's no end. You can't be afraid of the dark though. And all you have, that's what your taking with you when the lights go out.
*No POV*
Teazer bounced on her motorcycle as she waited for her brother to come out the door. It was his bike, but she was driving. Her leather jacket and pants matched his perfectly and the only thing that was showing in the dark of the night was the headlight. They were racing down the streets, dodging and weaving between cars. The lights were blinking in the corner of her eye, the city glow like something from a movie. Jerrie looked behind him, his heart jumping when he saw the familiar red cycle.
"Teazer."
"I know." She said calmly, speeding up ever so slightly. The person gained though, tailing them now.
"Teazer." He urged, giving her waist a tight squeeze.
"I know." She turned off the road, going under the bridge into an older part of the city. They still followed though, and Jerrie knew where she was going. There was a drop of that went off to another building. But between that was just a straight drop into the river.
"We're not gonna make it." He said. "We're not gonna make it." She reved the bike, letting it lift the from the ground and soar across the opening. They landed back onto the ground in no more than a second. She looked over her shoulder, a smile hidden by her helmet before she looked back ahead.
"Made it." She laughed, letting the speed slow down. Jerrie rolled his eyes at his sister, looking back to see them skidding to a stop and flipping off their helmets to stare in anger.
"Ghengis, get out." Tantomile hissed, yanking him by the collar and shoving him out the door. As the wood shut she leaned her head against it, laughing to herself. "Never thought I'd see the likes of you here." She pulled out a cigarette and lit up as she turned to stare at him. Blowing a puff in his face she circled him, inspecting him.
"You've.. uhh. You've grown." She gestured with the cancer stick.
"So have you."
"Still looking for that job?"
"Still trying to get paid for yours?" He shot back, regretting it as she stared at him. Her lips grew into a thin smile as she laughed again. She inhaled against, the escaping her lips.
"Suppose so."
Jemima passed Pouncival on the couch as she walked across the house. "Where you going?" He asked, standing up accusingly. (?)
"Taking a shower." She stopped, turning around and giving a tight smile. He caught her wrist, pushing her lightly up against the wall.
"You sure have been taking a lot of showers lately." He teased, pressing his nose in the back of her neck.
"Yeah, well I don't like to smell like crap." She turned around playing with his gold chain of a necklace.
"I like to smell you though." He whispered in her ear and wrapped his muscular arms around her thin and slender waist. "Not soap."He pressed his lips to hers fiercely , her short body going limp in his arms as he pulled her to the couch. She landed on top of him, running her hands down his taut abs.
"Why is it you always neglect to put on a shirt?"
Jemima and Pounce: naughty naughty ;)
LOL haha I just love writing up those short little blips of those two.
Dear HGP: happy now?
