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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 5:10 pm
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"Well, I think 'bout lunch quite a good bit," she said, flashing him a smile. "Gimme fifteen ta finish up this report n' I'm free." It was kind of surreal, in a way. A scant year ago, if someone had asked her where she saw herself, this would've been the last possibility. Preacher stretched a bit awkwardly (her desk had a foot hammock she'd brought in; it helped her feel less short), and bent back to the keyboard.
Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on Mercer's door. Hew as one of the very, very few she would allow to treat her without pulling a big stink. And there would probably be a little stink when the bill came, anyway. She frowned. Did that mean she was relying on him too much? Ugh.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:10 pm
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"Off tha beat, off tha leg. How'd ya even figure that all out?" Preacher hadn't bothered into looking how her past had changed. It was all behind her, and even if she had lingering things from another her... Preacher's past was what had shaped her, not some other person of her. Maybe she should check her scars for changes, though.
She shifted in the seat. "I ain't bothered to look, y'know." And maybe, a part of her was scared to find out. Like, the world could change, but Preacher was still a shitstain from nowhere. This way, if she felt like it, she could spin up silly tales about how it was different. She did not do this often.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 10:47 am
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Preacher made a noncommittal noise. It must be so weird to find out something was different all along. Maybe she'd check her scars over later, just in case. "Sounds like an annoyin' surprise." Darlene's looked mostly the same, but every building held a change. Preacher didn't really care too much, but she hoped there were still dogs.
"Well, I fig'red if I gotta rap sheet, I'd not be in tha same job. Don't wanna look." She shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "Only thing different now is I can make sense of sigils n' junk, I guess." Preacher popped the door open; no sense in waiting in a parked car. She began to get out as she talked. "I don't really understand it, though, y'-" And she stood up and into a different Ashdown. Or at least she assumed it was something of the sort - there wasn't really anyone else around and Mercer's car was gone.
"Well, s**t," she said, with feeling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:15 pm
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Jeremiah had been focused a different direction, noticing something out of the corner of his eye only to catch a glimmer as Preacher's speech broke off and then.
He blinked a few times, noticing the car door was open and the young woman was nowhere to be seen. A hand smoothed across his face, a growl escaping, before he was leaning across to pull the passenger door shut. Making sure it was in park, his keys were slipped into his pocket, and he closed his eyes.
It was a state of mind, picturing the place he wanted to go in his mind, and he would just be there. Which was why, when he opened his eyes, he was standing right outside Darlene's in other ashdown.
"Preacher?" he called out. This was the only place she could have gone, right? This was a step above in ridiculousness considering that time Algie had stepped out of the bathroom only to end up in other ashdown.
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