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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 7:27 am
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Alexis is in a different hoodie from last time- shoulders low, eyes downcast, don't notice me don't notice me broadcasting off of their slender form -- but they haven't noticed Jeremiah, because he's halfway into their blind spot, and it's called a blind spot for a reason.
They're looking at the apples, of course. It's always a nice time for a good, juicy apple.
Their hand darts out, because nobody's looking, and -- it spasms. Their stupid, ********, always-cold hand. It has the nerve to spasm, knocking a few apples onto the floor, and ******** it, Alexis kneels, trying to pick them up before they hit too hard and bruise - and pulling them into their satchel, too, where everything they don't pay for belongs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 7:26 pm
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Alexis stiffens under his grip but doesn't make a scene -- it'll be worse if they do. Besides, they're just some hoodlum, and Mercer is the Chief of Police -- if there was any situation in which Alexis would have a hope of getting out of it, this isn't that. This is a failure before it even starts.
Oh well. They're...fine with that, honestly. He's not going to help them, but they don't want help.
"Blame my parents," they murmur, leaning back into him. "Pretty sure they ******** it up harder than I did." His magic is no surprise -- they're used to magic being unfair, at this point.
Alexis stands there and does not struggle, and does not make a scene; does not do anything to tip anyone off this is an abnormal situation. They know how to do that, at least.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 8:11 am
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"You've been lettin' them slide all this time, what's the difference now," Alexis hisses, putting on a half-presentable smile in case anyone's looking -- they don't struggle. It'll be no good if they do. They're no fool.
This is not the first time. "...******** up with your eyes, anyways?"
As soon as they're through to Other Ashdown, however, Alexis tries to bolt - they do not want to be here, they do not want to have this talk, they do especially not want to have it with Jeremiah of all people -- they just, really, want to run away. Again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 11:33 am
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Alexis skids to a stop, shoes kicking up dust, when Jeremiah shows up in front of them -- but they don't try to run again. Instead, they just curl into themself, head down and arms crossed, small as they can be.
"'m bein' sloppy because my wrist's <********>, old man, it's not on purpose. And -" they shrug, a quick movement -- "if they fall for it, they're dumb enough they deserve whatever I do."
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