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“Yeah. It’s great, I promise.” she laughs. “First of all, all actions have consequences. So I’m gonna worry about them. Consequences lead to more actions and then you’re stuck in this corner and you don’t have many places to run. And I like freedom.” She says, “I won’t let them hold me off b- you know what? Nevermind.”
She raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m pretty sure that those two codes are the most important in the building.”
“Cherry yogurt?” Jax made the face of disgusted, one eye rolled to the ceiling, tongue out. “That’s the most offensive thing I’ve heard today. And I hear a lot of offensive things…like, I say most of them. But that’s not the point.” He huffs when she takes the paper out of his hands and shoves them in his pockets instead. “Man, Blaire. Live a little. Don’t worry about the consequences…wow that was a bad advice. I mean, worry about them just don’t let them hold you back, yanno?”
But he sighed, figuring on this call, she was actually right, and reached out to snatch the paper back, eyes scanning over codes, trying to commit them to memory. “The only ones I care about are the kitchen code and the armory code.”
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Pretty City Asks
London: How do you take your tea?
Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.
Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?
Oslo: What keeps you warm?
Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?
Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?
Milan: How do you think others describe you?
Prague: What is your favorite season?
New York City: What gets you up in the morning?
Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?
Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?
Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?
Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.
Chicago: What do you ache for?
Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.
Sorrento: What is your weakness?
Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?
Budapest: What tattoo do you want?
Mumbai: What is your favorite scent
Stockholm: What scares you?
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"Am I your new partner in crime now?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Not that I mind. This yogurt isn't too bad. I do prefer cherry, though." she muses thoughtfully before snatching the paper out of her hands. "Find a way to memorize it. Or code it and write it out. We're screwed if someone else gets their hands on this and actually messes things up."
He cocked his head at her, smiling mischievously, like a cat whose spotted something sparkly. “Sure. I’m good for favors. As long as those favors don’t involve, like, you know, moving-” he pulled out a stack of papers and whooped! triumphantly. “Check it, B. Security door codes! We’re gonna be stealing midnight yogurts every night, even after the systems come back on.”
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“ i’m serious! he needed a late night snack and was trash in the kitchen and i helped clean up and stuff. so we just talked. “
“Someone else out after curfew? You’re going to have to do better than that of you want to lie to me. Come on, make me believe it.”
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“ yeah, i may or may not have run into someone in need the other night. “
“Don’t believe it for a second.”
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She raises an eyebrow at him, not prodding him on any further. “Good. Being careful is what keeps you alive.” she says softly, vaguely recognizing one of the people in the family photos. “Maybe I could get call in a favour in the future. Since I helped you clean up and stuff.” she teases.
“Hey, you do what you gotta do you know?” He shrugged absently, like his past criminal behavior hardly registered as a blip on his radar. “You don’t know that. See, now we know where the cameras are on this floor. Good to know, in case I ever need to sneak past them.” He shrugged and then opened one of the drawers, rifling through papers and pens, and a picture of someone’s family. “Awe, how cute,” he muttered bitterly before stuffing the picture back in the drawer. “I’m always careful.”
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“Right.” she murmurs. “Why am I not surprised? Jump me and I”ll kick you in the face.” she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest. “Good thing the cameras aren’t working, then. But this room really doesn’t do anything for us when we can’t see anything over the cameras.” She murmurs as she looks around. “I wonder what they see on these screens when the cameras are working. And be careful not to trip anything off, Jax. I really don’t need to get caught.”
“Me? Infiltration and extraction.” He smirked as he closed the door silently behind them, so anyone else out after curfew wouldn’t notice the ajar entrance. “And I carry a switchblade because they come in handy, like now,” he motioned with a nod to his head to the door. “And also because you never know when someone might jump you. Always gotta be prepared…” He flicked the light switch on and off, but the electricity seemed to be dead other than the emergency lights. “…I mean, you have no idea how many people I’ve jumped who were unprepared.”
He turned to face Blaire, arms spread wide as he stood in the center of the room. “This room, B to the Laire, is a security room! I mean, obviously it’s not working right now but…dude, check it out. It tells us where all the cameras are!” He pointed to all the monitors overhead, monitors that were very helpfully labeled. “Man, if the cams were working, we would have been caught like seventeen times already.” He hummed to himself. “Good to know huh?”
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“ kidding.
nevermind.
thanks.
you’ve been a great help. “
she turns around and tucks the piece of paper into her pocket before making a beeline for the door.
“Did it?”
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“ no, it really wasn’t.
then again,
i wasn’t expecting the danger room to go crazy. “
“ maybe you should’ve picked somewhere else to keep it safe and sound.
a jacket isn’t a reliable item for safekeepin’.
what was it? ”
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“No, I really haven’t. But remind me to keep them away from you.” she murmurs lowly as she looks around. The walls were different, the atmosphere more foreign. She never really bothered to wander around the place, andbeing the PR girl, she definitely didn’t get to go around within the facitility often. It was just outside.
“She’s great. She pushes me a lot, but I like it.” she shrugs, watching him take his switchblade out. “What’s your specialty?” she says as she shoves her hands into her pockets. “And who keeps a switchblade around in their pocket? Wait, don’t answer that. That was a stupid question.” she mumbles.
“I have no idea where we are. I’ve never been to this part. But it looks like some kind of tech room...” she trails off, looking around.
“What, you’ve never wanted to fire off an RPG? I mean like, I’d have to go to someplace where no one was around otherwise I’d hit someone…probably.” He grinned and ducked his head as he walked, peeking around one of the corners before he turned again. They were deeper in the facility now, and he didn’t know the security beyond where he’d usually been.
“I like her,” he said softly, his voice a loud whisper so she could hear him. When he got to a door that looked rather large and important, he stopped in front of it. “I haven’t met my mentor yet, guess he’s like, out on a mission or something. Hope he doesn’t croak before he gets back.” As he spoke, he slipped out a switchblade that he’d snuck out of the weapons room. It was small and a lot like his old one that he’d lost when he got caught back in New York. He looked down, focusing on the lock.
“Since the security protocols or whatever are down, then this should be like any other door now, you know? Since the electronic locks are down, all it takes is the manual one…” he slipped the thin blade where the lock was, and at a 45 degree angle, brought it down hard on the peg lock. It unhinged with a quiet pop! and the door swung open. “Oh man…you know what this room is?”
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“ that too you long enough. “
{ … }
“Take it before I change my mind.”
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“ come on. “
“Well ——
if that’s the case, I see no
reason as to why you shouldn’t just
give me the item.”
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“ An RPG? Are you high already? It’s like you have a death wish, man. ” she asks, totally baffled at how gutsy this guy was. But it kind of intruiged her. It made her want to follow along. “I wouldn’t mind finding a few stashes of sugary snacks. I could sell it for a pretty good price, you know.”
“Selene is my mentor. And you never really know what she’s thinking about. I think I’m starting to develop trust issues because she’s just so good at her job, but I’m pretty sure that it’s what she wants. But she could definitely bake you cookies while ripping your eyeballs out.” she explains as she follows him closely. Her steps were quiet, and it kind of bothered her. She was used to listening to footsteps, using them to profile others.
She continues to follow him around, seeing the entire building as it truly was. Just a building with lots of security. And a lot of secrets that would mean nothing if it weren’t for the people who resided here.
“Exactly. Right now, everything’s all fucked up. It’s the perfect time to find out where all the good shit is? Where they keep the sugary snacks, where they keep the RPGs. I really want to try out an RPG. I mean, not in the base of course. But you know.” He grinned and tore the lid off one of the yogurts.
“Oh really? I know an Agent Selene who’s in PR. She was the first person I met here. She’s really hot, but in like, a scary sort of way? Like she kind of looks like she could either bake cookies or rip my eyeballs out of their sockets.” He followed her out into the hallway, moving like wind over water. He had a knack for stepping silently- moving quietly. “Blaire with an e, alright. I like jokes, inside or otherwise.”
Without really thinking much, he took the lead, bounding in front of her and making a hard right. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but that was what made it all the more exciting. He felt like he were exploring an abandoned space station, like he was in an AVP movie.
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“ i guess since it was made to not actually be..
you know, dangerous,
people got caught off guard. “
“You’d think the name alone
would be enough to ward people off.”
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“ Please?
I’m being nice. ”
“S’mighty comfortable.”
{ … }
“I think I’ll
s t a y.”
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“Yeah, and I’m not down for getting kicked out of here anytime soon. So tough luck, buddy. I’m pretty sure you can get someone if you’re really desperate, but there are microphones and cameras everywhere anyways. Well, usually there are. Nothings working right now.” she says with a soft sigh as she rolls her eyes.
“My expertise? Public relations. I’m the PR girl.” she tells him as she takes the yogurt cup. “Thanks. And I’m Blaire. With an ‘e’ at the end. Don’t ask me why, it’s some kind of stupid inside joke.” she sighs as she takes a spoon from the drawers.
“Come on. We gotta go before we get caught.” she walks towards the dimly lit hallways.
“I drugged you? Hey, dude, if anyone is getting drugged around here, it’s me. I would kill for high tide right now, if you know what I mean. And you should know what I mean. I’m pretty obvious.” He wiggled his eyebrows and mimed smoking a joint, the quick inhale and the s l o w blow out.
“But alright, whatever you say. We get caught, you can blame me. What’s your uh-” he waved his hand in the air, looking up, as if he were trying to remember the word. “Uh, you know, your training thingy…” He snapped his fingers as the word bloomed back. “Your expertise! That. What’s your expertise?”
As he spoke, he opened the fridge, the bright light illuminating the room that had otherwise been rather dark as to not emit suspicion. He reached in with both hands, using his body to keep the door ajar, before pulling out three yogurts. “You want one? Travel food. Can’t go snooping on an empty stomach.” He grinned, eyes crinkling. “I’m Jax, by the way.”
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“ But you need to -
fine. “
She crosses her arms across her chest.
“ you’re stepping on something that I need. “
“I’m gonna need you to
shut up for a second.”
His concentration, much like his stubborn tendencies,
soldiered on —— nothing but a unfortunately placed
body positioned behind him.
After the third click, Bos sat up, cracking
his neck before turning his head.
“What?”
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