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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 19:33:21 GMT -6
New week, new life and Pan was loving it, moving amongst the throng of the crowd at the con she was dressed, as ever in one of her favorite pieces of costume Harley Quinn, though with rainbow'd lipstick ruining the illusion somewhat, or maybe adding to it, she'd been hooked into this gig after double checking her rumor sources, either way she had another shirt with her and this one? This one read a very important phrase.
Madame Guillotine
No pressure.
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 19:44:43 GMT -6
Her wrist was cramping and her jaw was exhausted. How could one person sign so much? And how in the hell were they expected to keep that smile ear to ear?
Sadists.
That was the decision as Jester signed the next picture, finally hearing the PR rep call for a break. The smile grew just a bit more as she waved and dipped behind a shitty curtain. A quick break, some water and a quick seat, than she would walk the crowd.
She loved the fans, it was a blast... but she was just tired. The days were blurred together and the nights seemed to last forever. She didn't even look up at first when she heard footsteps. She finished her glass and plastered the smile before looking up...
"..." Her jaw dropped. "Dory?" No this was a dream, she was still in the apartment sleeping.
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 19:50:53 GMT -6
She stood there quietly for a moment , the pale finger clutching onto the shirt for just a minute before she gave that signature smile of hers and spoke up, albeit a little quieter than her usual tones.
"Told ya I'd find ya Jessie, Told you I Would."
She stepped forwards and pinches Jester's arm with a smile.
"I'm real, this is happening."
She held up the shirt.
"You made it." |
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 19:55:12 GMT -6
She turned speechless, despite the pinch she still thought it was a dream. It HAD to be a dream, but just incase....
She was up to her feet, arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tight... too tightly probably.
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 20:00:53 GMT -6
There went that cute little squeek and she hugged her back and , well she got comfortable even as people were turning t o look and Pan had to stifle a giggle.
"You missed me.."
Pan's cheerful tone actually wavered, she hadn't expected..that, the hug driving a little more breath from her as she leant back and managed a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Don't tell me I hurt you, that's not what I wanted.."
Ah , guilt.. it creeps up on you like a cat with a Mallet and brings reality to a fact that this -is- happening, she cahnges tck to play off the fact she's n public..don;t cause a sceene.
"So Yeah, I heard you were in Vegas.."
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 20:08:08 GMT -6
When she finally stopped squeezing she let her go and took a step back. Realty was a bitch... a really fucking bitch.
"Yeah... The city with big shiny lights and stuff.. Last I heard you were in New York so I thought Vegas was an appropriate place." She noticed the shirt, being in to much of shock before to notice it was hers.
"Want it signed?" Salt.
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 20:13:45 GMT -6
Pan's ace said it all those blue eyes ..even as she clung onto it a little more even as she looked at Jessie, the words kinda tumbled out.
"I'm Sorry."
Had she ever said that? Who knows she knows she menat it even as fingers clung onto this shirt that washer vestige of hope of staying stood here, she didn't quite want to let it go.
What she expected? A Happy ending? A it's ok No she deserved this salt, she deserved everything she got, sure it wasn't her fault, it wasn't even Jessie's but Pan was at fault, she had to be.
"I.. uh...""
Pan..speechless? There's a first. |
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 20:27:42 GMT -6
She was never speechless, never. She had known Pan for years, in every way possible... And not once was she ever at a lose for words. So Jester decided she'd cry about it later, as long as Pan kept smiling. She went on the defensive and grabbed her again, another hug, anything to make Pan feel better.
That's how hooked she was, the wounds never healed... how could they? They never even said goodbye.
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 20:31:34 GMT -6
Yep in she went and she just muttered.
"You were right.."
She nodded and bit her lip, hands gently easing Jes back so they had space, and here's a sight a serious looking Pandora.
"You were right, Jess, I couldn't...Just..keep running, so here I am.."
She passed over the shirt hurriedly, before she started crying.
"I'm holding up the queue..But..I wanna..Talk.."
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 20:38:59 GMT -6
"Dory.." She took the shirt that was shoved in front of her, quickly signing it she grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling down a number.
"..Call me." She handed the shirt back with the paper, "I'm done here in few hours, where are you staying?"
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 20:44:07 GMT -6
She managed to chuckle a bit at that question even as she looked at the number her eyes doing that sheeny wobble that said it all.
"Bathory Blud"
She shrugged a little.
"We bonded over coffee, She hooked me up with an Model's place "
She padded herself down and withdrew the bussiness card with a flourish, same old Pan there.
"There's the address..Apartment 23"
Cue Busy bodies now trying to get Pan to move, and tehrecomes a frown even as she is starting get moved.
"I Missed you!"
And yeah..apperntly..she had..
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 20:54:32 GMT -6
"Small world..." She didn't get much more in as the crowd engulfed the tiny mouse. The next few hours felt like 3 days. She had felt a vibrate in her pocket, but was to swamped to check it.
Normally she wouldn't have cared... but now it was on her mind... Was it Pan? What did it say? Did she change her mind? Get cold feet.
No stay positive...
Finally she was reprieved, and wasted no time dipping into the far far back where no fans could reach her. Pulling her phone out she saw an unknown number. A simple pink heart was the message. Nothing else.
So Pan... So Dory.
"Dory." She smiled, the smile she used it, even as a few tears ran down she smiled.
Texting her back.
'Off work. Need 2 grab a shower, meet for dinner?'
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 20:58:57 GMT -6
She'd sent the text and well, everything was ruined, normally the not knowing wasn't a problem, now it ate her up like a hole in the bottom of hr heart, the reply that came back got a bright smile even as she clumsily replied. Sure! I'm new in town so..I'll have to take your word on a good place to go, sorry 
P.S: Should I stay dressed up?
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Post by Jester on Jan 11, 2015 21:16:21 GMT -6
She thought about it a moment as she walked to the garage where her car was... And it struck her that she knew the perfect place.
'Yes, I have the perfect place.' Followed by the address and 'Meet me in an hour.'
She rushed to her apartment, stripping her clothes as soon as the door was shut. Maybe 5 minutes in the shower? Ok... 10. But that's because she wanted to look perfect.
Butterflies danced in her stomach as she reached into the dark corner of her closet, knowing she had it stored away. The perfect outfit... One that was bought for her actually.
She walked out of her apartment, wearing a skin tight leather one piece. Her hair was still wet and she decided to leave it be and just placed her cat ear goggles on over that. Some black lipstick with rainbow eye shadow.
She didn't bother driving, the small comic book/café was just a 15 minute walk, probably less as she basically ran there. Still having it as her heels clicked off the assault.
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Post by Pandora on Jan 11, 2015 21:22:21 GMT -6
Pan was already sat, waiting, she's d retouched everything up, Jessie knew Pan was there because she could probably spot the 'lovebug' parked up Pan always did like that old Vw Beetle of hers, she chewing herlip as she heard heels and turned and..there she was and hello kitty.
Yeah, words echoed thoughts as Jessie finally arrived, if slightly out of breath.
"What's new Pussycat?"
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