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I wanna do right, but not right now;

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[Bobby knew she shouldn't leave the apartment. Everyone kept telling her not to. But the deep down part of her that always had to know, had to see for herself couldn't just sit by when all this was happening.

She waited until she was alone before sneaking out, a few tins of food and a kitchen knife tucked into her bag. It was easy as anything to speak past the man in the front lobby and make it outside.

It didn't take long before she found him. He'd be looking for her, he's always looking for her. And he tells herself she isn't afraid when she sees the top hat and tails come out from the darkness.]

Hello.

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[Meyer doesn't exactly want to be out, but he is, because more than being afraid, he's curious. He wants to know what's going on. And he hasn't seen anyone from home yet, either, which perplexes him. So as he's wandering, gun close at hand, he sees Bobby -- and the ghoul.

He approaches quietly, not wanting to startle anyone.]

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[She tucked the knife into the waistband of her pants, hopefully hidden enough that he won't be able to see. He looks the same as he always does for a show - black hair and black goatee and top hat and tails. Except a blood stain is spreading slowly across the breast, staining the crisp white fabric red.

She expects him to talk. He always talks, a million things to say and opinions to give out, but he doesn't now. Maybe she's supposed to begin.]

Father-

[But before she begins any excuses she's been planning since she arrived here he interrupts her.]

Make a man out of you!

[And lunges.]

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[There's no way in hell Meyer is going to stand back and let a little kid get killed by a ghoul that might just have been created by the City to scare people. No way. He doesn't know yet whether these things can inflict damage, but it seems like a better policy to shoot first and ask questions later.

So he pulls his gun from his jacket, aims it cooly, and fires at the lunging man.]

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[She doesn't startle much when the gun fires, but she uses the distraction to run back. She doesn't know where the shot came from, she can't see in the haze so she just runs from all of it.

Her heart is beating a storm and she doesn't know why. Hasn't she known it would come to this, some way some way? That's why she has the gun at home.

She runs until she hits a brick wall, breathing heavily, and turns to see if he's still following her.]

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[The ghoul may or may not be following her -- Meyer hasn't turned around to check, which he knows goes against everything he's been taught about keeping someone in your line of sight at all times -- but Meyer certainly is, right behind her, making sure she's not running into more danger.]

Bobby. It's okay.

[Not that is particularly seems okay. Especially not to Bobby, probably.]

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[She not crying, she's never do that, never has other than the once. What good has crying ever done anyone in the long wrong.

She is shaking, and she hates herself for doing that.]

Did you kill him?

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I shot him.

[But that's not killing him, and Meyer knows it. Even if the shot was good, even if it was well aimed, right into the ghoul's chest -- he never goes for a headshot, it's too risky -- that doesn't mean the thing died.]

I don't know.

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Why is he here?

[She's pressed into the wall, as far as she can go. She can feel her nose running in the cold and wipes it on her sleeve.]

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There's a lot of them here. I'm not sure. I think it's something the City is doing.

[He glances behind them, still edgy.]

We should keep moving.

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But you shot him. He can't keep coming back.

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Around here, I don't know.

text message; saturday afternoon

[unwheeled]

Hello Miss Lassiter, it's Charles.

I was hoping you would do me a favor? This weekend is turning out to be quite an affair and I wanted to forward my address to your elder sister, as I'm not sure I'll be able to find the time to come over and introduce myself to her otherwise. I worry that my experiment in only writing responses to everyone may have put her off a bit.

There's a dinner party this evening, either of you are more than welcome to come, but there will be quite a lot of people doing magic-type things so you may wish to warn her of that.

I'll be at work on Monday if you'd like to come say hello.

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Jocelyn says we would be happy to come and can she bring anything but I don't know why she said that since she just showed up and doesn't have any food here yet.

Ice cream. Delicious.

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[Meyer doesn't always show up unannounced, but when he does, it's usually because he has a good idea -- or a bad idea, depending on who's judging. When he knocks on the door to Bobby's apartment, he's determined to do something fun. And something fun almost always involves sugary food.]

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What are you doing here?

[Always the charmer.]

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You like ice cream?

[Personally, he thinks she's crazy if she doesn't, but hey.]

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Yes. Why, do you have any?

[Also sorry, Thor the golden lab is barreling over to say hello now.]

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No, but the ice cream parlor does. Do you want to go?

[He's going to take a step back from that dog before patting it cautiously.]

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[Thor just keeps trying to entice Meyer into more patting by nosing him insistently.]

Are you going?

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Yeah, that's why I thought I'd see if you wanted to come along.

[More cautious pats. For all he knows, Thor could be a vicious beast.]

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Okay.

[Yes the most vicious, dumbest beast that is trying to slobber on his hands.]

Thor, go inside!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Getting slobber on his hands is another reason he's suspicious of dogs. Who knows what they could have been eating just seconds before.]

Okay. Let's go.

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[Dog food is a good guess.]

I need a coat. Wait a minute.

[She would invite him in, but she doesn't want anyone realising about her being on her own yet. After all, Bruce might show up again.

When she opens the door again she has her coat and sneakers on and carefully blocks either of the dogs from making a runner.]

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[He is, of course, not quite responsible to ask her whether it's okay with Bruce if she goes out for ice cream, and thus, has no idea that she's on her own. As soon as she's out the door he heads off in the direction of the ice cream parlor, obviously fixated on satisfying his sugar craving.]

What's your favorite kind of ice cream?