August 09, 2004
.08.09.04. - networking [chloe] *ac

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(chloe)
**RING RING**

Chloe's on the phone as usual, listening to the sound of the dial tone. She steps off the street into the entry of a closed shop for some privacy.. "C'mon, James, pick up."

(james)
there's marginal privacy when the other end picks up
background noise of some public place filtering past his voice

"Speak."

(chloe)
She hears the voice, "James, it's Chloe. I got your number from Rox so we're somewhat aquainted already... I need your help with getting in touch with someone and you might be just the one to help me.."

(james)
there's a moment of silence
maybe he should have been a little warmer in answering
resultant tones make up for the callousness
she can hear some adjustment that cuts out part of the background noise

"Yeh? Lemme know what'cha need 'n I'll see wh' I c'n do."

(chloe)
A quick sweep of her eyes checked her perimeters, just to make sure no one else was around. She reclines deeper into the alcove, pressed into the door. Her eyes upon the street, voice lowering a notch. "Yeh, I was the one that Nito, a kin of yours came to for help. Also.. got Cliona into her current predicament... I'm sorry for that." a pause.. "I need to know if you can contact the Stormwind pack, or give me their number. I need to get in touch with Sirroco."

(james)
post-apologetic silence is..... heavy
James not particularly pleased with the current situation
but there's little they can do about it other than seeth

"Shi' happ'n, sa'ly." inaudible click of switching gears "Yeh. I got their num'rs."

breif dig of fingers for a wrinkled scrap of paper
digits pulled out and parrotted across the line

"Dunn be surprise' if they already know y'r 'fected 'n ain't too cordial 'bout it....."

(chloe)
"I won't be very cordial with them, if they're behind something that is going to screw me over more than this infection." She murmurs into the phone, adjusting it so it rests against her shoulder. She pulls out her little black book and a small telescopic pen, scribbling down the information on a half-blank page..

She stares at the number, studying it as it became a permanent etching in her most cherished possession. "Yeh, shit happens. Thanks for the phone number, James.. Mind if I ask who told them?"

(james)
"Nuh. Tho' I dunna who did.... fig're word's spreadin' fas' 'tween both parties 'n I dunn trust th' lot've'm."

(chloe)
"I see." Her face draws into a tight frown, the gears grinding inside her own mind. She shakes her head, pushing away from the wall to step out onto the street. "Thanks again, James. I appreciate it."


(james)
"No prol'm, Chloe..... mine if I ask whatcha think they' up to 'fore ya go?"

(chloe)
"Yeh... This whole fuckin' mess has just gotten very personal for me. I'm being blackmailed into helping someone else... find this girl. A life hangs on the balance depending on my cooperation. I think Borasco might be able to help me... or.. well. Who knows."


(james)
the frown is silent, but there
tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth in thought

"Keep me up a date on tha', coo'? Dunn' trus' what they're settin' up oth'rs f'r, eith'r."

(chloe)
"I will be sure to do that.... Oh, and if you happen to see Spider for me. Pass along what I just told you, okay?"

(james)
"Not a pro'l'm.... good luck, Chloe."

(chloe)
"Thanks." she replies over the phone before ending the call.

Posted by james at August 09, 2004 12:00 AM