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Date: 2016-08-30 05:43 pm (UTC)So, on a grossly warm afternoon in August, Darlene gets followed around by an eagle, circling lazily overhead, as she goes about her business. ]
gross :,]
Date: 2016-08-30 07:25 pm (UTC)At least it is here. Shit stirring under the cover of anonymity is a great thing. Not having participated in any major government hacks, yet, means not having to work extra hard to wipe away a trail and change subway lines and check for wire taps. Like, she still has her shit on lock. But she's checking less over her shoulder.
Which means she goes to the sidewalk cafe without paying much attention to birds of prey. She sets up at a table: not with a laptop. Phone only. Sunglasses, vague smile.
A dude shows up and stands on the edge of the patio for a few seconds. Purposefully, subtly, hopefully, nervously trying to catch her eye.
Darlene is pretending she doesn't see him, like she is way too into her phone. This is a blind date, but she is a little less blind than she's pretending to be.]
you're the worst :>c
Date: 2016-08-31 02:02 am (UTC)Ugh. The crumbs here have a terrible mouthfeel. Pick a better cafe next time, Darlene.
Of course, there is the fact that Darlene seems to be meeting someone for a date. For a moment, Kitty considers winging her way out of there, because this is an invasion of privacy, but on the other hand Kitty also doesn't really care that much about invading her privacy and God knows that in her day she met plenty of contacts under the guise of being a girl on a date. So.
The sparrow hops around the backside of the table and listens in. ]
i know :>c also how dare you use "mouthfeel" in a tag to me
Date: 2016-08-31 03:18 pm (UTC)Anyways.
He comes over to the table and introduces himself, Jake, just Jake; a handshake. He's so pleased to meet Cassie. Wow. This is great. He sits down. She leans forward, her chin in her hand. Adjacent to the sparrow eating crumbs off of the ground, the date commences.
Because that's what it is. A date. Unless they're speaking in really intense code about the weather, and their jobs (he's a pharmacist, she works in an ice cream parlor, it is so lame but she likes it okay, she's grateful for the job), and about how she hasn't seen any movies, wow, he can't believe it, and he starts filling her in on the plot, and Cassie smiles in a way that does not suggest she wants to tell him to fuck off, at all; she looks into this.
After a few minutes, he laughs and apologizes and says he can't believe he hasn't bought her a coffee yet. As he pushes back to get up from the table, Darlene (Cassie) sits up like she's just remembered something--]
Wait, I forgot-- after I texted you this morning, I dropped my phone. Totally broke it.
[He's sympathetic; he starts to sit back down. Darlene drops her eyes, bites at her lip.]
I know, right? It was so-- ugh. Whatever. Anyway, I got a new one, but they couldn't transfer over my number. Freaking inconvenient. I'll give you my new number? Before I forget.
[He gets his phone out and enters the pass code, then passes it over to her, then excuses himself for the coffees. Darlene smiles, waves when he waves--he disappears inside the cafe. And she grabs his phone and gets to work.]
i wanted you to suffer
Date: 2016-08-31 08:59 pm (UTC)The question is, of course, who is this guy? Jake. What does he do? Where does he work? A security guard around the Porter, maybe, or a low-level government official, or an executive...
Sparrows cannot, unfortunately, hover. At least not well. And Kitty needs to be positioned behind Darlene in order to read over her shoulder. There's risk involved - she'd turned into a hummingbird in the woman's presence before, after all, and so Darlene might make that connection - But like hell she's missing out on this.
So a quick flicker of magic, a change of form, and then Kitty positions herself above Darlene's head and behind, far enough away that the woman (hopefully) won't hear the whirring of her wings. ]
:,] i hate you
Date: 2016-09-01 04:35 pm (UTC)Whatever passes for wifi around here is a little slow, and her eyes flick up to keep an eye on Jake, navigating the perilous waters of coffee ordering inside the cafe.
The link connects; she closes the browser and hits DELETE on her text, eradicating that obvious footprint. Then she goes to his phone book and deletes her profile, and it's just then that she hears this quiet hum, not unlike a bee. A little lower than a bee maybe. It's weird. She doesn't mark it at first, beyond a tightening of her eyebrows.
She puts in a new entry. CASSIE, a string of phone numbers. Adds a smiley face at the end of her fake name.
The hum, again. She looks around at last.
A goddamn hummingbird, right in her line of sight. Is it weird and crazy and paranoid to think she recognizes a bird? But come on. Ecology was never her strong suit, but how many hummingbirds hang around downtown areas in North Carolina? Fuck if she knows, but having come off from a recent bar fight with a hummingbird--]
What, [she says, clearly,] the fuck.
:E
Date: 2016-09-01 05:15 pm (UTC)Well, okay. Two options. Option one: flit innocently away, go and sip delicately from a little flower on that nearby flowerbush, and hope Darlene forgets about this. That option would mean she wouldn't seem like a creepy stalker type, it would mean that she could stay relatively incognito...but that option would also mean that she probably wouldn't have any opportunity to find out what this is about. She'd have to just fly away and drop it - because if she ever brought this up, Darlene would know right away exactly who that hummingbird had been. Incognito means ignorant.
Option two, then. ]
So - [ Kitty asks, voice cheerful and casual - ] Who is he?
E:
Date: 2016-09-01 07:08 pm (UTC)Not that I owe you shit, but he's my date. And you're a voyeur, freak. How about you go fly into a big picture window somewhere.
[Huh? Great idea, right? Darlene turns away very pointedly and hits SAVE on her new contact info.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:38 pm (UTC)[ Kitty buzzes down to land on the table, cocking her head up at Darlene. And she speaks in a voice that's really bright and optimistic and warm. ]
So you are settling down and just living a happy life here? Oh, that's so good. I'm so happy to hear that. I was really worried before.
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:54 pm (UTC)There's a thin whippy menu tucked between the umbrella and the salt and pepper holder, the kind that's barely anything more than laminated cardstock. Darlene snatches it up and slaps it down. Probably not fast enough to squash or hurt her avian friend, but she'll make her point.]
Get lost.
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:58 pm (UTC)Fuck it. Kitty sees that menu coming, and her response is quick: she turns into a flea, tiny as anything, and springs forward to cling to a fold of her clothing. And her date is coming back now. If it's a real date, Kitty thinks, Darla will tell him the truth - there's some weird imPort here, things are so strange, help me find her, et cetera - and if it's a great big lie, she'll pretend everything's okay. In which case, Kitty will get to continue to listen in. So screw you. ]
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Date: 2016-09-02 02:52 pm (UTC)Which means, what.
Doesn't matter. Darlene is irritated.] Fucking, [she mutters, under her breath, and then Jake is back with two coffees in paper cups. He takes in the sight of Darlene and a puzzled expression comes to his face.
Everything okay?]
Everything's awesome. [Darlene holds out her hand for the coffee. She pastes on a smile. It's a little too tight to be believable.] Thanks.
[Jake hesitates. Then he hands over the cup and sits down again. Are you sure? You don't look like, but, impatiently, Darlene interrupts him:]
Are we seriously going to sit here and make small talk? [The directness wrongfoots Jake. Unruffled, Darlene wrenches the lid off of her cup and blows across the top of it.] I can do a little if you like have to pretend. But please don't start telling me about your childhood or something or I will straight up hurl in this coffee.
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Date: 2016-09-03 08:18 pm (UTC)...Right?
Hell. Though, to be fair, if it is a real date, it seems like that poor Jake would eventually get moody pissed-off Darlene instead of the nicer version he had gotten earlier. Still, as a little rebuke for her nastiness, Kitty - buried somewhere near Darlene's collarbone - gives a little nip to her skin. ]
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Date: 2016-09-06 08:50 pm (UTC)[Darlene's intake of breath is a sudden sharp hiss, right on the heels of that near-swear. Not that she's censoring herself around her date (fuck that), just, that's what comes out first. She slaps her hand against her collarbone with force and stares down at her own boobs and decolletage.
Jake's surprise changes slightly. What's wrong?, but Darlene pretty much cuts him off with a bland but forceful,]
Nothing. [--Even if she's still staring down at herself. Because fuck you, Kitty Jones, because this has to be her fault, somehow.] Do you have a psycho ex? Who's like, probably super underage? And who's kind of a megabitch?
[Very Pointed Comments. None of which help Jake at all, who honestly just came out to have a good time. Um. No?]
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Date: 2016-09-06 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-06 11:20 pm (UTC)Who the fuck is this
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Date: 2016-09-06 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-07 03:03 am (UTC)Who. The fuck. Is this.
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Date: 2016-09-07 03:11 am (UTC)[ single word managing to blare WHO DO YOU THINK, DARLENE. ]
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Date: 2016-09-07 03:19 am (UTC)Prove it.
[like immediately hacking the records and digging out her info, where she left it to be found, isn't proof enough.]
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Date: 2016-09-07 04:19 am (UTC)[It has to be Elliot. Her clue wasn't the most subtle. It was there to be found. Who else would have looked her up so quickly?
With that in mind, she texts him the address of a park in Nonah, Haldin Memorial Gardens.]
By the big ass fountain w/ the dolphins. And you better be alone.
Because if you're screwing with me I will have no problem shoving my boot up your ass, fuckboy.
[But it has to be Elliot.]