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Post by Spade on Jan 21, 2007 23:54:32 GMT -5
She laughed. That's all she could do in a situation like this. Laugh her bloody head off.
"You-" she choked out, "are freaking insane. I'm a psyche major at University. Get real. I'm not a spy."
Tears were running down her face from the halarity of it all; Hugh Cassaverdes was a weird guy. Maybe a petty criminal, but he wasn't a /mobster/.
She wheezed out another laugh, and looked up at his serious face.
"Now really. What's been bothering you, Hugh?"
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Post by Shakespeare on Jan 21, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5
"Exactly. You're a psych major. And you're a waitress. People say anything in front of waitresses." He rolled his eyes, more than miffed at her laughing at him. Hadn't she watched the news lately? You know, all the bloody times his bloody family name had shown up in a police investigation, only to be pushed aside because there "wasn't enough evidence"?
"I'm being perfectly serious, Lily." he said. "I am seriously a mobster, or whatever you civilians call them." He rolled down the window, lighting a cigarette and blowing out into the night air. He was seriously getting stressed by this.
"What do you want me to do to prove it to you? Shoot someone? Show a certified badge of being a gangster?'
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Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2007 0:03:46 GMT -5
She straightened up, sobering immidiately at his matter-of-fact tone.
"You're insane," she said, "bloody insane, that's what you are. And you're exactly right. People say /everything/ in front of me. And when I say everything," she paused, reeling him in, "I mean /everything./"
"I'm not stupid, Mr. Cassaverdes," she said, grabbing her bags and placing her hand on the doorknob, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I can be your little spy. Your little fly on the wall for Little Italy; but guess what, I value my life. I do not want to be shot by you, one of your 'friends,' or by an enemy."
"You should think out your plans a bit before you put them into action. Someone could /easily/ find out where the leak was. And if they wanted to plug it up; they could."
She stared him straight in the eye, "I'm not going to be that leak when they do find it."
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Post by Shakespeare on Jan 22, 2007 0:09:09 GMT -5
Hugh groaned, leaning back against his seat. Why did civilians have to be so bloody difficult to convince to do things? They could just shut up and do what they're told. But no, they had to be afraid of dying, or whatever.
"Whatever. Leave. But you liked my car, didn't you? If you help me, you can get this kind of car, move out of your crappy university dorm with the linoleum floors and cockroaches into a good apartment, and live a good life." He held his hands up in defeat. "Lily. I'm at the top of the chain. I could get knocked off every day. No one's gonna find out you're the one who gives us information. We've never had an agent knocked off. We make sure it looks like we got information from inside their organization."
Then he shrugged again. "But whatever. If you really want to, just get out of the cat and walk to your dorm. Or, you could trust me, and make sure you never have to go back to that hell hole of a dorm again."
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Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2007 0:14:10 GMT -5
She looked toward the dorm, back at him, and back toward the dorm.
||You're insane.||
||Yea. But the parent's would /die/ if they found out...||
||Too true.||
||That makes it...||
||Appealing.||
"You've got five minutes to explain what I need to do, Hugh. I need to get out of that dorm, and into my own apartment. I'll do it, but for a price."
She smirked, if he really wanted her to do this...
"You'll have to help me on my last project to get my Ph.D. I've been looking for a subject to do this little experiment on for months, and you're perfect for the job."
"Are you in?"
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Post by Shakespeare on Jan 22, 2007 15:41:11 GMT -5
Hugh grinned wolfishly, glancing at his watch. "I don't need five minutes." he stated, somewhat pompously. "It's pretty simple, what you need to do; you listen to what people say, and remember. We meet once a week or so for coffee. And you don't tell me anything over the phone. You can call me if it's urgent, but don't tell me anything. We'll just meet somewhere." Then he leaned back against the seat, pulling a piece of paper out of the glove box and scribbling a number on it. He handed it to her, right as she mentioned an experiment. She made him sound like a lab rat.
"You're making me sound like a lab rat." he said, somewhat grumpily and in a little-kid sort of way. "But sure. Whatever. Just please tell me you're not going to dig my brain out, or something.
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Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2007 20:32:06 GMT -5
Her lips were twisted into an expression that wasn't quite a grimace, but wasn't a pout. More like a mix between the two; but it wasn't an expression that one would call happy, more like inquisitive.
"Once a week, I tell you what I've heard from the customers...that's too broad. Which customers? Why them? I need information to get information."
A smirk replaced her previous expression quickly upon hearing his 'lab rat' declaration. "You won't be a lab rat; to tell you the truth, lab rats really don't do much for me. If something affects a rat, who's to say it affects people too?"
She laughed a bit at the image; a rat-man who loved cheese, but was lactose-intolerant. It would be possibly the greatest natural phenomena in the world.
"I just get to pick your brain, pardon the expression, for information about different lifestyles. If your sister wouldn't mind...I'd like to use her to, but that's not completely necessary. It's for my Ph.D thesis paper; I've already done three chapters on an adolescent male, three chapters on an adolescent female, three chapters on a middle-age male, three chapters on a middle-age female, three chapters on an older woman, and three chapters on an older male. I just need three on someone my age who's a male, you, and three on a female my age, maybe your sister. It's confusing, but I'm supposed to be mapping how our attitudes about our bodies, and how it affect's our minds vary from adolescence on."
"So it's really not all that scary, right?"
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Post by Shakespeare on Jan 22, 2007 20:42:37 GMT -5
"You're a smart girl, Lily. You're not going to tell me that Mrs. DeCosta's nephew eloped with an Irish girl. You're gonna tell me if you hear any big tough guys talking about killing people." He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Duh." He smiled wryly, however, to show he was joking. Never a good idea to be incredibly rude to your new agent.
Then he snickered. "Psych majors are weirdos." he grumbled under his breath, in reference to her taking-literally of his lab rat comment. People in medecine in general were rather strange.
"That sounds fine; I can probably get my sister to tag along too. It's not like she does much else besides... get pictures taken of her." He shrugged. "So I'm sure she'll be glad to help. At our weekly meetings, I'll drag her along, you tell me what you found out, and then you get to go all Dr. Williams on us." He shrugged, smiling slightly.
"So do you want me to drive you the rest of the way to your dorm, or not?"
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Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2007 20:49:53 GMT -5
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, staring him down once again. "Your a bloody...persuasive prat. That's what you are... Fine. But if I have any akward questions, which I will, you're going to have to answer them in all honesty."
"And psyche majors are weirdos," she agreed, "but mobsters are weirder. So there." She stuck her tongue out at him childishly, laughing a bit as she realized how strange her little explanation must have sounded to someone outside of her world.
"Yeah...it's the big green building right in front of you. The one that says "Medical Major's Dorms" in really big letters."
She raised her eyebrow at him, her lips tugging at the corners also.
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Post by Shakespeare on Jan 22, 2007 21:05:24 GMT -5
Hugh grinned widely. "Darling, if I were the kind of guy who would say that sort of thing, you just gave me the perfect oppurtunity to wink at you and tell you I could be even more persuasive than you think." He took his glasses out of his hair, putting them on the dashboard as he ruffled the dark brown strands lazily. "Could I have some examples, so that I know you won't be asking me how many people I've killed recently, or something like that?"
He chuckled at her childishness, tapping his fingers on the leather-covered steering wheel. It was a bad habit of his, one that drove his father to madness. His father had once put on the emergency brake in the middle of a stop light and commanded that he drive from then on, because he couldn't stand Hugh's tapping.
"Fine. Be that way." he said, pretending to sulk. He honestly hadn't noticed the dorm right in front of him; he was taking care of converting someone to the mob scene, for Christ's sake. He didn't have time to look around at the pretty buildings! If he did, he would've... not asked a stupid question.
So he unlocked the doors (he'd locked them in case she decided she wanted to run for it and get him killed), the little buttons shooting up. "I suppose I'll see you later then?" he asked, watching two giggling girls enter the dorm. Judging from the amount of beer they were carrying, there was something along the lines of a party going on. That, and the deafening music that had just split the air. "Good luck studying."
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Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2007 21:46:16 GMT -5
"Oh...more like about your personal life, sex life...that kind of thing. I don't really care about your killing sprees, s'long as you don't touch anyone I know. If you do, I'll be forced to hurt you, and you really don't want that," she said, ignoring his comment and trying not to laugh at his face.
She took the door handle and heaved herself out of the low-sitting car, and smiled at the two girls, waving at them.
Turning back to Hugh, she said, "Who's studying? There's a party, I'm there. Thanks for the ride."
She shut the ride, and jogged after the girls, smiling at them and telling them about a rumor she had heard about one of the professors and a janitor in the broom closet.
She turned back only once, to wave at Hugh and send a "you're completely dead if something happens to me or my friends" look.
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