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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 17, 2012 14:31:36 GMT -5
Jezabel looked at Alice's grave, it was maybe 15 feet or more away from her parents graves. She could relate to the widowers morning, how lost he seemed... Holly was very kind for offering such a service, but why was he do secretive, so nervous. Was she just overreacting? They WERE in a graveyard...
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 14:36:40 GMT -5
“I’m pretty sure we can work that out tomorrow at the shop… where it’s a little less dark and spooky.” As she spoke she wiggled her fingers at him like creepy crawlies.
She turned and listened to Jezabel question him and to his answer. Her gaze fell upon her female companion. She had briefly mentioned her parents but she didn’t know Jefferson was in a similar situation. She sifted a little on the spot, a cool breeze was coming in and the sun had completely set. Unconsciously she rubbed her hands together, she had always had an aversion to cold and hated the snow but never knew why.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 14:41:02 GMT -5
Jefferson gave a nod before turning to Holly and notice her shivering. He then looked to the two young ladies. ".....Do you two feel like you can trust me?" he asked them. "I mean...enough to get you out of the night air and someplace warm? If you two trust me in that, I'll tell you my story..."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 14:59:42 GMT -5
“Just one question…” Holly paused as she strode up practically nose to nose with him. “Are you an axe wielding murder?” Her face strained to keep it serious and not burst with giggles.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 17, 2012 15:03:51 GMT -5
"Well..." following a strange man you'd only just met in a cemetery was never a good idea, but truthfully Jezabel did trust him. He didn't seem like the scheming killer type(though She was sure that's what all of Ted Bundys victims thought), if anything he seemed like he was in trouble, from what Jezabel couldn't tell, but at this moment she and Holly outnumbered him 2 to 1, a much better ratio than a few minutes previous
"Holly, if you're up to than I am" Jezabel made eye contact with Jefferson searching for any sign of malicious intent, grinning in an almost challenging manner.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 15:21:37 GMT -5
At Holly's inquiry, Jefferson had to laugh. A first genuine laugh the two ladies had heard. He rose to his feet. "I'm no axe welding murderer, but if I were...I feel you two could take me on" he teased back.
"I'm glad you trust me, even if it's a causious trust" he told Jezebel. "It means that I can trust the two of you as well... Follow me, my home is just beyond the cemetary." He pointed up to a rather....large manse just in walking distance. Then, he took off his jacket, wrapping it around Holly. "It's..not far, but a decent walk. Here...to keep you warm..."
With that, he started off.
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 15:29:29 GMT -5
His laugh was brief but it sounded as if the sound was foreign to him, like he hadn’t laughed in a long time. Maybe he hadn’t. She glanced at Jezabel with a tough girl nod to say; ‘yea we could take him.’
Her gaze followed the direction he pointed and in the distance she could see a large mansion. Holly held in a gasp, she didn’t know there were any that rich in Storybrooke… except the Mayor… and Mr. Gold… but other than that no. Holly froze when she felt warmth envelop her as he put his jacket around her shoulders, she hadn’t thought anyone had noticed she was cold, usually she hid it better. Shaking herself out of it she followed him.
“And just so you know, this isn’t high school. You giving me your jacket gives you no liberties.” She called as she moved to catch up with him.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 17, 2012 15:41:58 GMT -5
Jezabel nodded, it was nice to know she was trusting someone who wasn't an idiot, seeing as how he acknowledged the equal amount of risk he also had to deal with as far as taking strangers to his house. Holly's cheerful andhumourous attitude lightened Jezabels mood as well, something about her cheesy quips helped lighten her mood. She followed Jefferson and Holly out of the cemetery.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 16:06:40 GMT -5
“And just so you know, this isn’t high school. You giving me your jacket gives you no liberties.” She called as she moved to catch up with him. Jefferson slowed, allowing Holly to catch up. "Aw shoot, and here I was hoping to get lucky after ten years" he quipped back. "But in all seriousness Miss Short, you're safer with me, than with any other man, remember that." He then turned to her. "You two seem..surprised at where I live"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 16:18:38 GMT -5
She paused in her tracks when he quipped back at her. Inwardly she berated herself for being so carless with her thoughts. He was a widower that was obviously still not over her death. She just said whatever popped into her head! Not that it hadn’t gotten her in trouble before… like with Bobby.
Unconsciously she touched where he had given her a black eye on several occasions. Then she realised what she was doing and moved to catch up with the others. He seemed to almost read her thought when he told her she would be safe with him. But she had heard it before.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 17, 2012 16:35:29 GMT -5
"you okay Holly?" Jezabel asked softly, she couldn't help but notice Holly touch her face, the slight look of regret that flashed over her. Jezabel knew why of course, their were plenty of rumours around, the one boyfriend she had awhile back was once someone she had come across... During her darker days. Jezabel suppressed a shudder and hopefully her memories weren't revealed to obviously on her face. Jezabel once again turned her attention to Holly," you're looking a little green"
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 17:50:32 GMT -5
Jefferson took a mentel note at Holly's reaction when he stopped to wait for the other two to catch up once more. They approached the front door to his home. "Welcome ladies to my Home Sweet Home..."
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