Across the Times
By: Nightingale
Rating: PG13
Gin sat in the girl's bunkroom changing her clothes. She ripped the bottom of her hem making it look more worn. She then took one of the guy's button up shirt and left the top two button's undone to make sure enough was exposed to grab attention cause that's what she was going to need.
She looked back on Timid's brief good luck. She had hurt him as well with the lie but his young mind forgave her easily and treated her as if there was no change. He was now out of bed and almost 100 healthy.
She curled her hair and grabbed a comb and worked it through creating waves in the amber mass that was her hair. Silver Fist suddenly appeared behind her.
"What are you planning" she asked somewhat worried
"I'm planning on getting him back." Gin began to pinch at her cheeks bring up color.
"How" Silver asked
"Not quite certain just yet."
"You should talk to Cajun." She suggested
Gin looked at her. "Cajun"
"Yeah you know my"
"I know who he is."
"Well he spent some time there and not as a guest so he knows a lot that would help you out. He could even lead you there though he would never be able to make it inside without blowing you cover."
Gin walked down the lodging house stairs feeling the stares as she walked. She immediate sought out Cajun and pulled him aside. She noticed his trouble in keeping his gaze on her face so she quickly grabbed her shirt and closed it with her left arm glaring at him.
"Silver Fist sees you doing that and she's likely to throw a fit."
"I'm a faithful man." he vowed sitting down"So what do you need"
"I need all you can tell me about Harlem."
He looked at her as she sat across from him.
"So you're really going to go through with this"
Gin nodded. "Not much of a choice"
Cajun sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he started to tell her all he knew.
Gin walked into the Harlem lodging house obviously making some waves at her sudden presence. Gin felt so confident before running through every scrap of information Cajun had drilled into her on the way here suddenly it was gone.
Gin tried desperately to ignore the nervous felling that was starting to consume her with each glance. Thankfully there were more gazes of curiosity than hostility. She grinned as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and made her way up the stairs.
Gin walked confidently as if she had been here a hundred times and knew exactly where she was heading. It worked for her when she walked through the halls of the high school so why shouldn't it work here. She still was surprised when she wasn't stopped but let it go keeping her guard. She wouldn't get anywhere near Jack without being stopped first.
As if hearing her very thoughts a guy stepped in front of her.
"Can I help you" he asked gruffly
"I'm here to see Deacon." She stated praying that the excuse would work.
"She's not here and judging by your dress you should know that."
"That's so strange see she asked me to meet her here. I might be early." Gin smiled a grin not taking her gaze from the guy in front of her who was no doubt Hands.
"I could keep you company" he grinned
Gin ignored the revulsion at the thought but smiled and nodded her head.
"You know I'd love to have a tour of this place. Much nicer than I expected and I'm sure you're the perfect guy for the job."
He reached a hand down to her and held it as she finished the last few steps of the stairway.
"Name's Hands by the way."
"Gin" she answered
"Gin.now that I like. I think I might even have some tucked away somewhere."
Gin just smiled though inside she was screaming at herself. Somehow she had to get to Jack and if things continued as they were right at the moment she'd be raped before she'd make it there.
"Tour first" she said sweetly as she leaned against his arm
"Well no sense going back downstairs not much there that you haven't seen so we'll go down here. This is where"
Gin's thoughts began to drift as she memorized her way as they went. She was going to need everything she could get in order to sneak Jack out of where ever they had him.