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[sky_from_sea]

Anna has been avoiding the Wasteland of late, even though she has stopped avoiding other people.

Well. She's stopped avoiding Daniel, at least.

But now--well.

She's not going to let Nicky drive her out of this (her) city, so it's time to stop being a shadow.

Which means--talking to Gwen.

Now, if only Anna knew how best to find her. The shelter isn't as small as it used to be, and Anna's never spent that much time there, anyway.

Still, someone's sure to know where the Wasteland owner is.

Right?

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[sky-from-sea.livejournal.com]

Anna catches that, and takes a step back.

"You've talked to Nicky, I take it?"

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Gwen frowns again, very slightly, at Anna's retreat.

"Um. Yeah." She runs a hand through her hair, looking wry. "We had a real heart-to-heart."

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"I can imagine."

Her voice isn't quite flat, but there's something guarded in it.

On the up side, she doesn't yet look poised to flee.

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Gwen smiles sharply.

"You know, I don't know if you ever figured this out about him ... but he really is not the brightest bulb around."

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Anna's return smile is just as edged.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how much damage he can do, even given his . . . limitations."

Like the aura of smarm that just won't quit.

Or die.

Kinda like Nicky himself.

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"Maybe I would be," Gwen agrees wryly.

And yet ...

Maybe not.

She shakes her head. "Look-- I ... don't even really know what can of worms I'm going to be opening by asking, but what's going on with him? I get there was ...

"No, I actually don't know what there was. I can guess? But, um. I'd prefer not to guess."

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Anna goes still, weight shifting to the balls of her feet, poised to--no.

No.

That time is done with.

She forces her shoulders to relax, offering Gwen a quick almost-smile.

"I'd--yes. Is there somewhere--?"

She gestures to their surroundings.

"There are too many people."

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Gwen frowns, almost ready to--

What? Grab her?

That'd go well.

"Um ..."

She looks around.

"I guess there's our room? I mean, Preston might be there, but I can always kick him out."

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Anna shrugs, quick and light.

It doesn't match the expression in her eyes.

"If neither of you mind, of course."

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Gwen smiles, trying for reassuring although that's close to the last thing she feels.

"We'll be fine."

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Anna manages a quiet laugh.

"All right, then. If you're sure."

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She grins.

"Totally sure. Come on-- it's a few blocks down."

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Anna smiles again, a little less carefully than a moment before, and walks beside Gwen, only stiffening a little when people pass too close.

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Gwen, for her part, watches Anna.

She's definitely twitchier than she was before, which ... stabbing a guy may do that to a person. Although she was okay before, and that was after an alleged murder, so ... all the more reason to get the whole story.

There is a guard at the apartment building; she opens the door for Gwen and offers a tired smile.

"Nice night?"

"Sort of," Gwen says, lips quirking. "Thanks."

She glances back to Anna.

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One corner of Anna's mouth tilts upward.

"I've had worse. Thanks."

She moves to slip through the door, if Gwen goes first.

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"We'll ... have to climb a few stairs," Gwen says apologetically, stepping up onto the first one. "Not too many. Plus, it's great exercise."

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Anna shakes her head, slipping her sunglasses off and into her pocket.

"It's non trouble. Really."

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"Well ... good."

Gwen shrugs lightly, hand trailing lightly on the banister as she goes.

She's ... having trouble thinking of small talk.

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Anna smiles again, faintly, but remains silent.

Small talk isn't her forte, either.

It's unfortunate at this precise moment, perhaps.

Some things can't be helped.

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"... God, I wish there were still sports teams."

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Anna's lips twitch.

"I'd still be staring blankly at you, I'm afraid."

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"Well, maybe that's better," Gwen points out, rounding the second landing. "Because now, if I say something like 'How about those Yankees,' you can say, 'They're probably dead,' which is probably right. Also a lot easier than trying to come up with batting averages."

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"You mean you wouldn't prefer a zombified hockey team?"

Anna is kidding.

She knows the Yankees played football.

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"... Oh, Anna. You're breaking my little New England heart." She shakes her head. "For the record, the Red Sox would totally kick Yankee ass as a zombified hockey team. Only ... they wouldn't, because the curse would probably still be in effect."

She sighs.

"2004 was totally the year, too ..."

Beat.

"Oh my God. The Curse of the Bambino ended the world.

"It all makes sense now."

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Anna just gives Gwen a Look.

"Now the Red Sox, I know they played baseball."

Anna is from Boston.

Some things stick.