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dealingindeath:

James’ eyebrows hiked up his forehead. 

"Not supposed to be talking to me?" he echoed. "I don’t follow…"

If he’d been dealing Z, sure, maybe she wouldn’t want to talk to him. But here he was, wearing a suit like a respectable guy, minding his own business for the most part. He wondered just what kind of threat the average funeral director posed to young women these days…

*She points in the general direction of her home, hoping he’ll understand what she means.* I’m supposed to be at home…

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dealingindeath:

Slowly, but surely, a pale face materialized over the top of the tombstone. James smiled at her. She had a baby-face, so he couldn’t guess quite how old she was. Either a teenager, or maybe in her twenties. Her wide brown eyes met his greenish ones as she stood. 

The height discrepancy made them look like some sort of circus freaks.

"I’m James Vidal," he said. He reached into his breast pocket for a business card and approached her with it. "And, no. I don’t work for GeneCo. Do you?"

A smile tugged at his lips and he handed her the card as if to prove he wasn’t a GeneCop in disguise.

*She looks at the card, before taking it into her hands and looking at it closer. With a timid frown, she adjusted her wig on her head, and looked up at him.*

My name’s Shilo. *she spoke quietly, whispering* I’m not supposed to be talking to you. I have to get back inside…

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dealingindeath:

The sound of footsteps caught James’ ear. He turned just in time to see a young woman duck behind a headstone. The flurry of motion surprised him; its implication, even more. 

Nobody hid from James when he wasn’t dressed to sell. He was just a good natured funeral director today, checking up with the groundskeeper about some plots a client was interested in purchasing. 

"Hello?" he called out to the girl. "I saw you. It’s okay. I’m not… I’m not gonna hurt you or something…"

*Shilo peaks up over the tombstone, looking up at James nervously.* Who are you? You’re not working for GENEco, are you? *she stands, keeping her grip on the stone.*

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luigicoltellolargo sent:

You're small and wear skimpy outfits.

I’m small and…What? I do not!

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Sorry I was gone so long….things happen when you’re infected.

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sleepymemories sent:

"Hi." Ace smiled at the stranger. ((Thanks a lot for the follow! ^^))

Hi. How’re you?

((^^ you’re welcome))

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curious-freedom:

shilohwallace:

curious-freedom:

…Is this considered talking to myself? Good lord, maybe I’ve finally lost it. 

I think it is. Oh no, if you’ve lost it, then I’ve lost it, too.

I hope dad doesn’t put us on meds for this too. 

More medicine is the last thing we need.

Let’s just not tell him anything about this.

guardian-deer:

shilohwallace:

guardian-deer:

It’s nice, but chilly. The birds are out, as well as the sun. If you did go out, I would advise wearing a coat.

Well, the good news is I won’t have to worrying about the coat. It’s always nice inside.

Oh! Are the birds singing?

Yes, they’re quite lively today. I was just singing with them, actually.

Woah… Sing with them for me, will you?

curious-freedom:

…Is this considered talking to myself? Good lord, maybe I’ve finally lost it. 

I think it is. Oh no, if you’ve lost it, then I’ve lost it, too.

(Source: shilohwallace)

guardian-deer:

It’s nice, but chilly. The birds are out, as well as the sun. If you did go out, I would advise wearing a coat.

Well, the good news is I won’t have to worrying about the coat. It’s always nice inside.

Oh! Are the birds singing?

(Source: shilohwallace)