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-BENDY TIME, disregarding jimmy's present predicament ... like, uh, all my other posts tonight-

What the fuck.

*Glances up from under the ice pack pressed to the right side of her face.*

C'mon, this is my color, right? I'm going for a new fall look.

*Lame joke, purely attempt not to fall apart.*

Who the fuck was it.

The fuck do I know! *Ouch, pain. Lowers voice.* There were a couple of them, and it was dark. . .

-rolling his eyes upward in exasperation, his voice pitching slightly with frustration- Why the fuck were you alone?

I'm always alone. I've been alone, since . . .*Bows her head and sniffles into the bloody handkerchief.* I'll be fine, I didn't mean to get you upset.

Pumpkin, you're a lady, ok? There's some things ladies just aren't allowed to do.

I ain't angry at you.

Yeah, well, there are some things I have to do because there isn't anyone else to do it for me. *Holds herself tighter.*

I know you're not, Jimmy. Just hate waiting.

Well, maybe if you stuck around in one place ...

Yeah, ERs blow. Worse service than the DMV.

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Problems? That does look rather nasty.

You should see the other guy. I fucked him up.

*brightly* I could make him worse, if you'd like. My night's free and I am in desperate need of amusement. He might even put up a fight.

*Puts some serious two second thought into it.* There were three of them, but the third one didn't do much except whine. They had a red pick up truck and were wearing cowboy boots.

*Shrugs slowly.* I can't tell you much more, I kind of tried to forget what they were doing.

Oh, that's more than enough. Would you like a photograph or something once I'm done, to cherish? ~~Seeing as there probably won't be very much more left, afterwards.~~

*Blinks up at him with her good eye, she went through a moral dilemma that lasted a split second.* Make them hurt, and tell me about it when your done.

*smiles widely* Lovely. I'll get you a souvenir, even.

Oh, why Mr. Smith, you certainly do know how to be nice to a . . . girl thing. *Chuckles slowly.*

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Alice?

*Looks up from her ice pack.* Hi, Mr. Siskel.

Good God, a bunch of rednecks did THIS to you?
That looks awful! How bad is the damage?

*Very carefully she moves the ice pack away from her face, the right side of her face is swollen and her nose is still caked with blood.* I'll be fine. I just need to see a doctor.

Well for God's sake I hope they don't keep you waiting for too long. That really needs to be looked at. If I remember correctly you were waiting a long time in the hospital in London. How did that scene go? "That old woman was 20 when she came in" or something?

Yeah, well, it's not the worst thing . . . *She mutters and then shrugs her shoulders.* I don't want to think of Daniel right now.

*embarrassed and a little guilty* Oh. I'm sorry.

*sits in silence for a moment* Do you have somewhere to go after this? I know you're a waif by nature, but after this I'd feel a bit better knowing you weren't still out there fending for yourself for a while.

It's okay, you didn't know. It's not a big deal.

*Wipes her nose off with the back of her over sized shirt and shakes her head.* No, I guess that's the scariest thing. I guess I was just planning on finding a motel and passing out until I got better.