Very Early Friday Morning, The Fourth Sin

[deadly_little]

Miho sat behind the Sin's front desk, in case any stragglers came in looking for a quickie before dawn and the close of business hours. She was engaged in her version of a phone conversation: Gail talked. Miho listened. Some things were too fast-moving for letters. Miho twirled the phone cord around her fingers and mused that from the background noises, Gail seemed to have waited until she was otherwise occupied so that Miho's silence wouldn't begin to creep her out.

"...so anyway--" SMACK "--I'm sure Becky told you we think this bastard's holed up out at that old farm outside of town. And this guy that's been investigating, he's gonna get--" SMACK "--too far in over his head, and I'm not gonna be the one to bail him out--would you stop screaming like that, I am on the phone." SMACK. "Some people just have no manners. Oh, hang on, would you?" Miho hung on. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to be.

There was a pause as Gail set the phone down. Miho could hear in a muffled sort of fashion Gail's version of teaching her client manners, and then she was back. "So, yeah, we need you to come back and take care of this for us real quick. It shouldn't take you long."

Miho had never told Gail this, because it was Gail and she didn't want her getting a big head, but when she'd first come to America and met the Old Town Girls, Miho had decided she wanted to be just like Gail when she grew up.

Gail was silent for a long moment, and then she said softly, "Lily disappeared last night. You know Lily, she had that rose tattoo on her cheek. Her sister's freaking out. It's like he doesn't make any noise...I'll have Dwight pick you up at the train station tonight." Click.

The hell with the stragglers. Miho hung up the phone and went upstairs to start packing every sharp thing she owned.

((Open to Becky or Jarod, if they wish.))

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*ring*

If her father ever found out she was calling a brothel at 11am, her ulcer would be the least of her worries.

[deadly_little]

Miho tossed a duffel bag over the landing, hoping the robes she'd packed on the bottom would cushion its fall, then ran the rest of the way down the stairs as the phone rang. It was highly unlikely anyone else was up yet, and she didn't want to bother them. So she grabbed the phone and said, "What?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker frowned, having expected to get Becky. Cautiously she asked, "Miho? It's Parker."

[deadly_little]

Miho sighed. "//Did you leave your underwear?//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glared at the phone.

"//No. I always remember it.//"

[deadly_little]

"//Good. Because I am not bringing it to you.//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//As if I'd ask you... I called because Jarod's birthday is next week. On Friday.//"

[deadly_little]

"//Will there be cake? Oh, which do you think should go first? Disembowelment, or castration?//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//I was going to order one, yes. And ice cream.//" Parker blinked at that juxtaposition, and decided that in spite of the phrasing, no, Jarod was not the intended victim. "//...that depends on whether you want to frighten him or humiliate him more. Although, I'd say castration either way. I understand some people go straight into shock from disembowelent.//"

[deadly_little]

"//Ooh, ice cream. I was leaning toward castration first, but it's always nice to get a second opinion on these things, don't you think?//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//Second opinions do help you make better decisions, sometimes. Especially when either alternative seems effective.//" Parker thought this was a really disturbing conversation on some levels. Probably because she was handling it a little too well.

"//And there should be presents too, I hope, if you and Becky can make it. He's never had a real birthday party before. It's supposed to be a masquerade. But nothing complicated.//"

[deadly_little]

"//A masquerade?//" Miho pondered. Perhaps she could go as Gail. Or Dwight. She could wear a trenchcoat and brood. "//Yes, of course there will be presents. I should be back by then.//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//Good. And where are you going?//" Parker asked, then winced. "//And I apologize in advance-- I won't be in Tuesday's class this week.//"

[deadly_little]

"//Home. I have someone to kill for a friend. You'll miss the crossbows.//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//Damn. I was looking forward to those.//" Parker sighed. "//Good luck in your endeavor. Let Becky know she is invited as well. Caritas, Friday night. Oh, and Mr. Bluth specified no cop costumes.//" Parker's smirk was probably audible. "//I can't imagine why.//"

[deadly_little]

Miho smirked. "//I can. I will be there if possible.//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//Thank you. I'm sure Jarod would like it. And if I am fortunate, I will be able to use some of what you taught me this term during this weekend. Your instruction was appreciated.//"

[deadly_little]

"//I am sure you will use your newfound skills well,//" said Miho.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod entered the kitchen and began making a pot of coffee, trying to wake himself up before his morning workshop.

[deadly_little]

Miho came into the kitchen and started pulling swastikas out of the drawing of Radio Girl on the kitchen wall. She might need them, after all, and she supposed it was about time for it to come down now, anyway. She couldn't remember anything Radio Girl had said about her recently that would warrant a stabbing.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky hadn't gone to bed yet, of course.

"Why do you need those?"

[deadly_little]

Miho gave her a significant look.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"...oooh. You're going home?" Becky asked, raising a brow.

[deadly_little]

Miho poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip, and nodded.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"To the farm?" Becky continued, perching on the counter. "Did Gail call or something?"

[deadly_little]

She nodded again. Twice. She didn't look upset or anything, just very calm.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Don't get killed," Becky said.

And that would be affection.

[deadly_little]

Miho rolled her eyes at her. As if.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod watched this process and hoped his picture wouldn't be up there next. //"Morning, Miho. Going somewhere?"//

[deadly_little]

"//I have to go home for a few days. Becky knows why.//"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod nodded and didn't ask any more questions. //"Good hunting luck."//

[deadly_little]

"//He deserves it It'll be fun Thank you.//"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"//Is there anything you need me to take care of or look out for while you're gone?//"

[deadly_little]

Miho thought about it. Oh, yeah, there was one thing. "//If I don't come back by Tuesday, cancel archery.//"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He nodded.