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Karma; Claire Lambert / JJ Sturn memory
Topic Started: May 17 2009, 04:27 PM (757 Views)
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It was mid-winter. A light snowfall dusted its way across the windowpanes of the vacant Subway, one of the fluorescent lights in the corner of the store flickering on and off sporadically. The manager had mentioned that a crew would be in to take a look at it sometime that night, but as of now they hadn't arrived. The malfunction didn't take away from the fully lit room, merely serving as an annoyance in Claire Lambert's peripheral vision.

Putting away the mop she'd just finished cleaning the floor with, she wheeled the cart full of dirty, soapy liquid back into the utility closet, taking a glance up at the alarm clock one of her co-workers had left behind. It was 11:14 pm, less than an hour 'til close, for which she couldn't be more thankful. Claire was the only staff member on tonight - her partner, Lisa, having called in sick - which coincidentally seemed to happen almost every Friday night.

Still, working alone had its benefits. Nobody was her boss, and nobody told her when she could or couldn't take her break. The fact that the cameras in the store were down for the night meant that she could snack on a footlong instead of a 6-inch as well, the latter of which being given out free once per shift according to company policy. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them, right?

The store had been dead for the last two hours, Claire having served only two customers since 9:00. Withdrawing one of the parmesan oregano buns from the bread storage, she cut a thin line across its midsection, bisecting it and beginning to dress her rather late dinner. She hadn't had time to eat yet, having started at 4:00, as soon as she was finished school. She hadn't been getting many shifts lately, which annoyed her, but as she stood alone behind the counter in the middle of St. Paul at 11:15pm, she started to realize that she may much rather have been at home at that moment.

Removing the possibility of something bad happening from her head, she distracted herself by grabbing two ladels full of meatballs, four slices of white cheddar, and four strips of bacon (an odd addition by other people's standards, but one she found herself quite enjoying), and beginning to create her masterpiece of a dinner. They called them sandwich artists for a reason, she supposed, her hands carefully placing every article on the sandwich before popping it onto a tray and sliding it into the toaster oven.

Claire always had a slightly irrational fear that she'd be mugged or harassed whenever she was left working alone, but so far the job had proven kind. She'd been in the position for about six months now, having become quite accustomed to closing up by herself. It helped her to get things done early, her routine becoming so efficient that often she found herself leaving right as the clock struck midnight.

The toaster oven beeped and she pulled the handle down, removing the tray and placing it down in front of the condiments. She topped the sub off with some red onion and barbecue sauce, closing it and cutting it down the middle. She placed her dinner on the tray, turning to face the back of the store and taking her first bite out of her delectable meal.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


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Girls - all I really want is girls!
And in the morning it's girls!
Cause in the evening it's girls!


What time was it? Nine? Ten? It couldn't be later than ten... JJ Sturn looked at the clock, and was surprised to see that it was nearly 11:15. That party must have taken awhile... JJ had gotten there around eight. It was an out of school party, but JJ was almost certain he had seen a few kids from Bayview there.

Johnny had given him a ride there- he was a friend of JJ's from some private school, and he had told JJ about the party. The girl hosting it had been rich, JJ knew; the house had been gigantic. When JJ got there, the party was already in swing- discarded beer cans were stacked nearly everywhere, and there was at least five pong tables playing games already.

It hadn't taken JJ long to get drunk, and before he knew it, he was talking with the girl who owned the house. In her parent's bedroom. She wasn't bad looking- long blonde hair, nice figure, and an innocent, inviting face. She wasn't too bad at giving head, either...

And that's where it had all gone wrong. In the middle of the act, her parents had arrived home, and all of the partygoers, JJ included, had been forced to get out quite quickly. He didn't know what happened to the girl- he assumed she had been caught, based on how much alcohol was still in her house. But honestly, he didn't really care. She got caught, it was her own fucking mess. And besides- she hadn't even fucking finished up on him.

Luckily Johnny had had a car, so they had quickly started back to Bayview. They were hoping to find something to do there- maybe see if another party was going on. First off, though, JJ was going to have to get some food. He was fucking starving.

I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile


"Yo, JJ, you want to hear a joke?" Johnny was driving in the front seat, and JJ was sitting shotgun. JJ had been too drunk to drive- Johnny was still drunk, he knew, but not as drunk as JJ was.

"Yeah sure, Johnny.. Anything to fucking make this night better." JJ was looking out at the stores passing by him, looking for somewhere to stop and get something to eat. He had seen a McDonalds, but he decided against it. He didn't think it would set well with his stomach.

"What are the two least favorite words of any man?" Shit, I don't fucking know. This sounded like a fucking stupid joke to JJ. As the stores passed by him and he saw none that looked like any places to eat, JJ got more and more annoyed. What was this town, fucking Anorexicville?

"'Don't' and 'stop', unless they're used one right after the other!" Johnny tossed his head back in a laugh, and JJ laughed with him. The joke was actually pretty funny, and it made him feel a little happier. JJ was even happier, however, when he saw a Subway coming up.

"Yo, man, pull over there." Johnny grabbed the steering wheel, and made a quick sharp turn to the Subway. JJ saw the erratic, awkward way the car was moving, and sure to form, he felt it when the tire hit the curb. The car almost hit a tree by the Subway, but Johnny stepped hard on the brakes, and instead of smashing the car, the only result was JJ and Johnny being violently tossed forward."

"Fucking shit, Johnny! What the fuck are you doing?" JJ pulled open the car door, and got out onto the sidewalk. He looked inside the Subway, and saw a girl sitting there. Her long brown hair covered her face, but even from outside of the Subway JJ could see that she had a very pretty face. And from what he could see of the rest of her, her body was pretty nice as well.

"What you think of that girl, Johnny?" Johnny had walked over onto the sidewalk next to JJ, and he seemed to be having trouble holding himself steady. Looking over, JJ saw that Johnny was sweating, and that his face was starting to turn a little green. "JJ, man, I don't know- I got to get to a bathroom, man. I feel like I'm going to puke everywhere."

Johnny pushed open the door, and before JJ could say anything, he was already running to the men's room in the Subway. JJ walked in after Johnny, and quickly noticed that besides Johnny, he and the girl were the only ones in the store. Walking over to the counter, JJ put on his sweetest smile.

"Hey, do you think I can get a roast beef and swiss?"

Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls - that's all I really want is girls
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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Devouring another bite of her meatball sub, Claire almost swallowed too hastily as the doorbell rang to notify her that another customer had entered the door. Chewing frantically and scarfing down the bite as she put the sandwich down, she turned just in time to notice a teenage boy run across the store and into the men's room, a pale, panicked expression on his face.

Using her fingers to wipe some of the barbecue sauce away from the corners of her lips and licking it off, Claire approached the sink to wash her hands as the doorbell rang again. She cast a sidelong glance over her shoulder in time to notice J.J. Sturn hobbling into the store, and almost immediately turned her attention back towards the sink with a roll of her eyes.

"And I just mopped that floor, too..." She thought with irritation, washing the sauce off her hands and claiming a new pair of gloves as protocol dictated. She slipped her hands inside the expandable latex, taking a moment to notice the tracks of grime across the floor from both J.J and the first boy as she made her way over to the counter near the meat.

"Hey, do you think I can get a roast beef and swiss?"

"I think you can, let me double check," she jabbed back, staring mockingly down towards the huge pile of roast beef that lay stacked up in front of her. The odour of alcohol the boy emitted disturbed her, and combining that with his jackass friend, they weren't putting her in a very good mood. J.J. Sturn was one of the many people at Bayview she made a habit of avoiding, precisely for reasons like this.

"On what kind of bread?" she asked mechanically, turning towards the bread display more as an excuse to rid herself of his reeking stench than to concentrate on making his sandwich.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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"Hmm... You know what, surprise me." JJ said. His mind was on another issue altogether- he was trying to think of who the girl was. He knew she was someone from his school... he had seen her once or twice before, passing by him in a hallway. But until now, he'd never actually gotten a good look at her. And now that he could see her face... she was beautiful.

"What are you doing after this?" JJ said. It wasn't smooth or controlled, the way he usually talked to girls. It was just something that had slipped out when he tried to talk. Abrupt and awkward. Must be the alcohol, he thought.

JJ tried to think of what her name was. Claire, wasn't it? That sounded right... And as JJ kept looking at her, he felt something. Not his usual feeling when he saw a girl- that was mixed in there, too, but this was something else. You're drunk, and you've never seen her before. That's all it is. That had to be all it was. If it wasn't... then what was it?
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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At JJ's request, Claire could think of only one appropriate response.

"Oh, I'll give you a surprise."

The urge to say that out loud or hock a loogie into his food was immense, but she resisted both temptations and went about withdrawing a loaf of whole wheat bread from the rack. It was her least favourite kind, and part of her hoped that it was JJ's, too. Never in her life had she felt more vile than she did at that moment. The only thing that could make it worse would be...

"What are you doing after this?"

...Claire certainly wasn't a bitch, but she definitely felt like slapping the bastard at the moment.

Of all people, why did the first guy to ask her out - if it could really be considered that, given how drunk he was - have to be JJ Sturn? She'd grown up hoping that a sweet, sensitive guy would notice her and ask her to the prom, or even on a date to the movies...not for a late night post-party rendezvous. It made her sick to her stomach.

As she cut the bread open and began dressing the sandwich with his desired roast beef and swiss cheese, Claire cast him a cursory glance before returning her attention back to the bun. He was attractive enough, sure, but that was definitely all JJ had going for him. He was in her English class...not that he ever cared enough to show up, so he probably didn't even realize who she was. Aside from that he was a drunk, a smoker, and he had an ego that was bigger than his beef-caked muscles. To say that he wasn't her type didn't even begin to describe it. Claire was a girl who enjoyed literature, nature walks, and romantic movies...not Marlboros and Smirnoff.

"Toasted?" she inquired with a customary polite smile, almost ignoring his question entirely and hoping he was drunk enough to have completely forgotten he asked.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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She's ignoring me. It wasn't a question. or a thought. It was a statement, a declaration, a fact. Why? He hadn't done anything to her. Hell, he hadn't even met her up until now. The least she could do is give him a response.

He looked up, and saw her smiling back at him. "You know... if you want to, you can just forget about the sandwich." He was still hungry, but maybe that was what was distracting her. Maybe he hadn't spoken loud enough.

"My friend... his car's parked right outside." The words slipped out of JJ's mouth as easy as water slipping out of his hands. It wasn't something he could control- it just came out. She... she was something different, JJ was starting to realize. She was beautiful- but not just that. Something beyond that. Something JJ didn't quite have the words to describe.

"We could go somewhere, just you and me. My house, your house... something." JJ said, smiling at her. Please say yes. She had to say yes. Didn't she realize that that was he wanted? ...Yeah, she'd say yes. She couldn't say no... could she?
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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As JJ suggested that she forget about the sandwich Claire immediately found herself doing the exact opposite, instead sliding it down towards the vegetable display and dressing it herself. He was no longer paying attention to her - not to her hands, anyway - so she began topping the bun with the customary lettuce, tomatoes, and sub sauce. If he didn't like it...well, he'd have to deal with it, seeing as he couldn't care enough to call her off.

"My friend...his car's parked right outside."

Claire froze. She really hoped her worst fear wasn't about to come true.

"We could go somewhere, just you and me. My house, your house...something."

For a minute, Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did JJ Sturn just have the audacity to ask her to go romp around with him? What did he think she was, some piece of meat, like the roast beef on his sandwich? She'd been creeped out before, but now she was more insulted.

Unable to disguise her irritation very well anymore, Claire wrapped the sandwich up hastily and with fever, flaring the outwards ends of the wrap improperly and shoving it into the bag without really looking. She'd forgotten to cut it in half beforehand, but she was far beyond caring about that now. He oughta shove the whole thing down his dirty trap.

She punched two buttons in on the register, returning a hard gaze in response to his offer.

"I'm busy. And it's $8.05."
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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JJ blinked.

....WHAT?! She turned down me? And not even a no... An "I'm busy." Who the FUCK did she think she was? JJ felt the heat rising to his cheeks, and his hand began to shake. No. Do not get angry now. If you explode, there's really no chance. JJ struggled to restrain his voice, looking first down at the floor then back up at Claire, with the full intention of having a smile upon his face.

When he looked at Claire, however, the only look he had on his face was one of dumb surprise. They weren't that far away- about three feet at most- and he could see her face completely. She looked back at him with a harsh face, the anger written in the lines of her face and in the way her eyes pierced through him. And even twisted the way it was, she was still different than any girl he had ever seen. She was beautiful.. she was what he had been looking for. Even if he hadn't even known he had been looking for something.

All of a sudden, a phrase came to JJ's mind- "Epiphany is best described not as a river flowing, but as a dam bursting." Something from the books he had read when he was younger. Back when he had still been interested in books. And indeed, that was what he was feeling as he realized that she might just be the one. It hit him all at once- and as it did, another phrase came to him. ""True love... there ain't such a fucking thing as true love."- Who had uttered that particular gem? While, no one but JJ Sturn himself, of course.

"Claire- please." JJ said. His anger was gone. A feeling of desperation was setting in- a feeling that whatever he'd say, it would be too little, too late. "All I want is to just talk with you for a little bit. If you don't want to go now- if you have to finish working or some shit like that- then at least let me give you a ride home." Please say yes. Please.
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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The awe-struck expression that washed over JJ's face took a moment to get used to. She was accustomed to his smug grin, relaxed (and pretentious) way of carrying himself, and crude behavior...but this? This was almost divine. She was sure that had she not been on the receiving end of his lechery and was instead spectating the scene she may actually find some humour in it, but truth be told, she just wanted him out of her hair as fast as possible.

"Claire- please."

All the muscles in her eyes screamed against her resistance, desperately wanting to roll themselves to declare their superiority over the asshole, but she held fast. She was sending enough of a message already, and there was no need to go over the top.

"All I want is to just talk with you for a little bit..."

This was how it always started. The creepy pick-up line, the back-pedalling, the faux sincere attitude; there was no way she was falling for it. JJ Sturn was a prick, plain and simple. She'd heard rumours about how he treated women, and similar to the comparison she'd made before, there was no way she'd be used like some piece of meat. Claire was a good person. She had standards, and she wasn't a notch in anyone's bedpost.

"...then at least let me give you a ride home."

"That's it," Claire found herself refusing before she could put a filter on her mouth. She slammed the sandwich bag down on the table between the two of them, clearly having reached the end of her rope. Her left hand was clenched against the side of the hardwood, as if to brace herself for the words that seemed to come ripping out of her pharynx.

"There is no way in hell that I would ever give myself up to some self-serving, hedonistic, single-minded pervert like YOU!" she shouted, a voice in the back of her head reminding her that solving all those crossword puzzles and taking an interest in writing and vocabulary had finally paid off. She really was good with words.

"You're drunk, you smell like smoke, and you're a complete asshole. I'm not just another one of your stupid sluts!" she punctuated, hoping to God that somewhere, somehow, she had driven the point home through JJ Sturn's thick, inebriated skull.

A toilet flushed in the background, and she slid the sub across the counter.

"Just take the fucking sandwich and get the hell out," she seethed through gritted teeth.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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It was funny. JJ was pretty sure that what she had just said was important, but it seemed as if he had only caught certain parts of it. "Self-serving", "pervert", "asshole"... those were some of the words that stuck in his head. ...So that was the fucking way it was? Three strikes, you're out. Go back home. Walk your sorry ass back there, and curl up with your tail between your legs. What a fucking joke.

JJ didn't say anything. He couldn't. His throat... it felt like he had a fucking rock in there. His chest hurt. And he felt something wet drip down his face. He was... he was crying? He... no. He couldn't cry. Over something like this? This kind of thing wasn't supposed to phase him. But if it wasn't phasing him... then why the fuck did it hurt so much?

"Keep the sandwich." JJ said. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell. He wanted to grab the sandwich and throw it across the room. What he actually did was just stand there, looking at her with tears in his eyes and a cold little smile locked onto his face. Perhaps he'd done that fake grin so many times his body was starting to do it on its own.

"If you like roast beef... then I guess you're in luck. If you don't, then give it to somebody who does." JJ put a ten dollar bill on the counter, and started walking towards the tip jar at the end of the Subway counter. His friend Johnny had come out of the bathroom, but he had barely even noticed.

"Hehehe... When we give you guys these tips, aren't you supposed to sing? ...Or is that Coldstone's..." JJ was crying harder now. His voice had started cracking, but he was far beyond caring. Reaching again for his wallet, JJ fumbled around for a twenty dollar bill. Finding one, he slipped it into the tip jar.

"I'll see you later, Claire. Have a good night." JJ glanced up at her one last time, the smile still having a rigor mortis grip on his face, and started to walk out of the Subway. "Me... I've got my stupid sluts to get back to."

JJ opened the door of the Subway, and the cold air of the dark winter night hit him. It was all just too fucking perfect, wasn't it? Going into to get a bite to eat, finding a girl who he... a girl who he LOVED!... and she... she...

"FUCK!"

JJ stood inside the cold outside of Subway, and shouted at the top of his lungs. Why? Why him? Was he really the man she made hm out to be? A selfish, cruel, asshole? Someone who didn't deserve any girl, let alone a girl like her?

You are.

He was, wasn't he? Had he always been... been like this? Was this who he had become? JJ felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see Johnny standing behind him.

"JJ, what the fuck are you doing, man? You look like a fucking mess... Jeez, getting so worked over a dumb bitch like that! JJ, you can-" Johnny's words stopped midsentence as JJ hit him with a haymaker. JJ pulled back his hand again, and loosed another punch.

"Don't fucking call her that! YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT!" JJ hit Johnny again and again, not caring who was watching or how hurt Johnny was. He couldn't think. He didn't want to think. It was so much easier to just do this, rather than to think about what Claire said. To confront the fact that he was stuck in a deep dark hole he had dug for himself.

"Ple... Please... JJ.. stop." For a second, JJ relaxed, and actually looked at what he was doing. He saw Johnny, and his anger turned to terror. Johnny's face was covered in blood- his nose had been broken, one of his eyes were swollen shut, and it looked like he was missing at least two of his teeth. JJ stepped back, and felt his legs collapse underneath him, landing on his knees in the snow.

"What... what the fuck am I doing? Am I a fucking monster?" JJ put his hands over his face, and he began to cry again. It was too much for him to take... Why did he have to fucking notice Claire? Why couldn't he just have fucking not gone to that Subway? Why couldn't he have just lived his fucking life without realizing what kind of a fucking shithead he had become? !It was too late to fucking do anything about it!

No, JJ. It's not too late. There's still time to change.

Grabbing Johnny by his shirt with one hand and opening the car door with the other, JJ pushed Johnny into the passenger seat before getting into the driver seat himself. That was right. There was time... time to do things over. Time to make better decisions. Or at least he hoped so.
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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Through her seething fury, all Claire could find was irritation in the silence that engulfed the room after she'd finished her command. Apparently JJ wasn't quite used to being told what to do, or so the awestruck and dumbfounded expression on his face indicated. Part of her almost wished he'd talk back to her or try to counter her response. She rarely had a chance to vent her frustrations, and a small part of her enjoyed being granted the opportunity.

That was, of course, until she noticed the tears welling up and rolling down JJ's flushed face.

"W-...what?"

This was the last response she'd expected.

"Keep the sandwich."

Her lip stopped trembling, and Claire stood expressionless and watched silently as JJ said something about the sandwich and passed a ten dollar bill across the counter towards her. She couldn't make out the words through his choked up delivery and inebriated slurring, but she didn't think it'd been anything important. She barely registered that he'd spoken at all, being so transfixed on the completely unfamiliar sight before her.

JJ started rambling again, and as brassy tenor gave way to a more vulnerable contralto, Claire couldn't help but wonder exactly why he was taking her rejection so hard. She was just another girl he wanted in the sack...he could've had his pick of dozens of others, and he knew it. His immasculated demeanour made him sound like she'd fed his testicles through a woodchipper.

JJ's friend popped out of the washroom and, uneasy as she felt, Claire went about placing the $10 in the till and scooping out the roughly two dollars worth of change. It as an excuse not to stare at JJ anymore, and the distraction provided the feeble hope that by the time she'd finished scooping quarters and nickels out of the register, they'd be gone.

"I'll see you later Claire. Have a good night."

That she understood.

"Me...I've got my stupid sluts to get back to."

Claire withdrew her hand from the till, the $1.95 in change JJ'd forgotten weighing her hand down as she used her other to close the register. The two boys turned and walked out of the store, and she made a point of going towards the other end of the counter to make sure they hadn't stolen anything out of the tip jar.

"FUCK!"

Claire just about jumped out of her skin, bracing herself against the counter behind her as her head snapped in the direction of JJ and his friend. Her lip was quivering again, and try as she might to stay calm and fight back her nervous habit, she couldn't manage it. Her eyes flitted towards the tip jar she'd just meant to check a few seconds earlier, only to notice a neatly folded $20 bill staring back at her. Her eyes widened reflexively.

Hesitantly, Claire reached over towards the tip jar and emptied its contents into the pouch attached to her belt, designed specifically for that purpose. It was probably the only perk to closing alone. Replacing the jar back onto the counter, she reluctantly lifted her eyes back towards the doors just in time to see JJ smash his friend in the face with a solid punch.

Now terrified, Claire lifted the service entrance separating the counter and lounge and ran towards the door, locking the deadbolt on the top of it before backpedalling behind the safety of the counter. Her heart was racing furiously, and her hands began to shake in time with her trembling lips. JJ's assault on his friend was brutal, but eventually the latter's shouting seemed to break the former's fury. The blows stopped coming.

Claire reached for the phone with her right hand and pushed the 'talk' button, her eyes fixed on JJ as she snatched the other boy up by the shirt. She began furiously tapping buttons into the phone, her fingers working faster than her mind had time to register. She brought the phone up to ear in time to see JJ throw the other boy into the passenger's seat and scramble into the driver's seat himself.

"Hello?"

A soothing tenor broke the tense and frantic atmosphere of the restaurant, and Claire almost found herself surprised by the voice that met her on on the other end of the line. She hadn't even realized what number she'd dialed just moments before.

"Who's calling this late...?" came the sound of a different voice, a woman, from the receiving end of the call. Claire felt her frustration, fear, and anxiety starting to boil over.

"Daddy...?" She cooed into the phone in a shaky whimper, her breathing getting heavier.

Her father tensed up, concern washing over him like the coming tide. His daughter hadn't called him 'daddy' for years. "Claire?" he began. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

The headlights on the car turned on as it pulled out of the parking lot, and almost immediately after Claire broke into unintelligible sobbing. The frantic, suffocating gasps she took for air as she tried to explain her predicament filled the room, and the fluorescent light in the corner finally gave up on its desperate cling to life, fading into deafening blackness.

Ryan Lambert grabbed his keys.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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