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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Mar 6, 2012 21:43:08 GMT -5
She had purposely not allowed Griffin to talk to her before she walked away. She just needed to blow off some steam, maybe step outside for a minute and go off into a little yelling frenzy. It would definitely make her feel better and it would help her get her head back on straight after that disaster.
She had managed to block out his cries for her to stop and didn't actually stop until he had grabbed her and forced her to. It wasn't like he was rough with her when he grabbed her, and she was thankful for that. When she turned to look at him she could see that he was generally concerned for how she was feeling.
"It wasn't stupid." He repeated the words as if he was making sure that she had heard him clearly.
Although he said it twice it didn't change the way she felt. She knew when he pulled away that it had been a stupid thing to do. But she couldn't take it back now and she was just going to have to let it go.
"I don't mind that it happened. I certainly didn't object and I can't stand you beating yourself up over it. I have no regrets. Please, don't have any either. Alright?"
His actions spoke more than words in her opinion. He might not have minded but he definitely didn't feel the same way that Claire had that was for sure. She had managed to develop a crush for him when she realized they had so much in common. The fact that he was gorgeous was a major plus, too! But gorgeous people didn't go for Claire McLeester. They went for the blonde sister.
"Please, Claire.. I couldn't stand for you to feel uncomfortable with me."
He really doesn't want this to change anything. Claire thought to herself and just stood there watching him while he spoke. He was giving his best effort to make this right it seemed. The good thing about it was Claire was very resilient. She was rubber and everything else was glue. She'd learned early on to get over things quickly and even though it stung now and it probably would for a while, she would be able to appear that everything was just peachy keen.
"Look, really, it's not a big deal." She kept her voice down still and started to look around, her eyes landing back on the display they had been standing in front of just moments ago. Now her favorite place was going to be the place where she'd taken a chance and been rejected.
"I'll be fine." She was more calm now -- not smiling -- but she was definitely calmer than she had been a minute ago. She had to be and she forced herself to be. But she at least looked a bit relaxed. "Trust me, I'll be over this in no time."
She thought back to what he said about how she didn't know things about him, and knew that was now going to bother her. She didn't know what kind of secrets her friend was hiding but the very thought of it made her nervous and hesitant now. "It's probably for the best. I mean, we're coworkers. And just like you, I've got my own secrets. Some things just shouldn't be." Claire rolled her shoulders back in a shrug.
"How about we go find Flynn and see how she's doing? I really hope that wasn't her earlier with all the racket. Felipe, he's the one in charge of the catering staff, he's not very forgiving if something goes wrong and I've seen him fire a couple of people in previous banquets." She stuck a bent arm out as if she were offering it in a gesture to Griffin now, as if she would be his escort for the remainder of the evening.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Mar 6, 2012 22:50:54 GMT -5
Griffin wished so much that he could go back in time and prevent the kiss from happening. Not that he wished it hadn't happened, but rather the events that followed When she said it wasn't a big deal he believed her for a moment until she continued with "I'll be fine.". Three simple words said so much. She would be fine, he didn't challenge that, but it would take time for her to heal. She thought he was shooting her down simply because he wasn't interested, but that just wasn't the case. "It's probably for the best. I mean, we're coworkers. And just like you, I've got my own secrets. Some things just shouldn't be." Prior to that night Griffin hadn't realized his feelings were feelings at all, but suddenly he wanted nothing more than for her to be kissing him again. He knew he had done the right thing by pulling away. She didn't understand what she was doing. She didn't understand the repercussions of being with someone like him. He would inevitably break her heart and she deserved better. He couldn't be intimate with her unless he revealed his secret. He would have to leave her when she began to age and realize he wasn't doing so at the same pace. She would grow bored with him, anyway. She deserved so much better, so much more than he could ever offer her, and he couldn't even tell her any of it. This was one of the few times he truly disliked his station in life. It wasn't fair to have to deny feelings to protect a city, but he was inevitably a guardian, and guarding the city meant guarding the inhabitants and right now he needed to guard Claire from him and herself.
But oh how he hated it.
When Claire mentioned they should go find Flynn he could only nod in agreement. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't utter a word of it. Instead he slid his arm through Claire's without another word on the subject and moved with her to find Flynn.
The walk seemed to take an eternity. The music could be heard more clearly now and the chatter of the museum guests was louder. They were no longer alone standing in front of a display case, having an intimate moment together. It was gone. Griffins heart felt heavy with disappointment in himself for not being able to handle that situation better. Why hadn't he had the answers or the right thing to say? He'd traveled around the world, been to over forty countries, could answer most trivia questions, but at that moment, when Claire needed him to have something right to say, he had failed her. He had failed himself.
"Crowds getting thicker." He mentioned, looking around and trying his very best t pretend like things were okay. Even if they were for Claire, he himself wasn't handling the situation all too well. "We should act soon." He looked to his watch, "And we're going to need to hustle. Everything's set to begin in thirty minutes. Where would Flynn be right now?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Mar 6, 2012 23:35:27 GMT -5
Claire could see it in his face. He couldn't hide the way he felt and it confused her. He was the one who pulled away but he was the only who seemed so bent out of shape about it. As the uncomfortable silence swept over them Claire felt herself growing a bit tense. She swallowed and felt her mouth grow dry and knew she'd need another drink soon. But not until after they did what they had to do! That was the important part right now.
"Crowds getting thicker." Claire had noticed, it seemed like everyone who was going to show up was probably already there and knew that they would start to grow anxious if something didn't happen soon.
"And we're going to need to hustle. Everything's set to begin in thirty minutes. Where would Flynn be right now?"
They did need to hurry up! Hopefully Flynn wouldn't be carrying a tray around. She had told Felipe that Flynn was like Claire, clumsy but great at taking out the trash. "Let's just sneak behind the curtains and see if we can spot her. I have to dig the key out and that might take a minute anyway."
She gripped Griffin's arm and started to move her way through the crowd, making sure that he didn't slip out of her grasp. "Excuse me! Hi, how are you? Coming through!" She tried not to be too rude but they were a little crunched for time now!
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Mar 6, 2012 23:49:13 GMT -5
Unlike Griffin, Claire had truly seemed t put it behind her. That, or she was just very good at hiding it. More so than him. Griffin wasn't used to hurting people. He wasn't used to having relationships with people. Griffin, despite his kind and gentle disposition, didn't have many friends. He was a loner. He enjoyed the simple things in life and he had learned to enjoy them alone. That's what made this so difficult; despite his age he had very little experience with human interaction.
Griffin wondered where Claire had stashed her key that would cause her to have to go searching for it, but as he thought he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. Instead he kept an eye out for Flynn, trying to spot her long dark hair through the crowd which he assumed would be put up somehow. He thought maybe he should have called her ahead of time and decided on a meeting spot, or at least got an idea of how her hair was styled so it would be easier to spot her in a crowd like this. How many tickets had they sold, anyway?
Again Griffin was overcome with the feeling that this even would be a huge disappointment and all of these people were about to be let down. They would accuse the museum of trying to create a publicity stunt. Their money would need to be returned and the facility would suffer. He wondered if jobs would be an issue. Probably not, but he knew if it came down to someone leaving he would gladly take it. He loved the museum, but he didn't need to work there to come visit all the time, and he wondered how much Claire would speak to him after all of this. Would their friendship continue as it was or would it become awkward? Would every interaction be like it was when they weren't alone? Now they were able to get on great when it was just them. She rarely had one of her little fits when they were casually working together. Would that all change now?
Girffin tried to shove the thought from his head since there were more pressing matters at hand. "There." He said pointing out through the crowd towards a thin, dark haired girl. "I see her."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Mar 7, 2012 0:02:57 GMT -5
Claire felt like she was stuck in the ocean, and no matter how much she pressed forward someone else would get in her way or bump into them. She'd been bumped into and her feet stepped on a few times already. It was amazing how many people there were! There were definitely more this time than there had been at any of the past banquets. There must have been a leak about how important this one was!
"It's never this crowded." She mumbled to herself and was nearly knocked over by a burly man in a suit who had a glass of champagne in his hand. When they collided the champagne spilled down the front of Claire's dress and she let out a gasp. The bubbly had been cold and she could feel it seeping through the front of her dress.
"My apologies, madame!" The burly man said and stared at the redhead with beady eyes.
"No, it's okay! It's fine, I-I ran into you! I'm just fine!" She held a hand up and excused herself, still pulling Griffin along until she stopped when he piped up.
"I see her."
Claire whipped her head around fast and looked at Griffin and tried to figure out where exactly he was looking. It took her a second of searching but she quickly spotted Flynn standing near one of the end carts, taking empty champagne flutes from the guests. "Want to get her attention, then meet me back there?" She asked trying to stay quiet and let go of Griffin.
Her feelings would have to be put on hold for now.
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Mar 7, 2012 0:10:41 GMT -5
Although Flynn had done an assortment of different jobs in the past, she'd never been a server for a catering company before! It was new and exciting and there it was stressful all at the same time! She enjoyed it though, and although one of the other servers had been the one to drop a tray of glasses, Flynn had offered to help pick up all the pieces. She didn't want to see someone step on a piece of broken glass! She was very nervous about what was going to happen that night. Of course, her old and new friends, Griffin and Claire were doing all of the hard work. And Cheyenne had to cause a scene! Flynn was only going to be the one to transport the bones out of the museum and it was probably the easiest task of all! Not that she couldn't do something a little more difficult, she was grateful not to have to do Cheyenne's job. She couldn't be loud and cause a scene. She was just too quiet of a person. Because she had no serving experience she had been put in charge of cleanup, taking out the trash and making sure she picked up any random glasses that might have been set down on either random shelves, tables or even the floor. And she had found three on the floor already! She didn't understand why someone would put a glass on the floor. It was dangerous if someone stepped on it. She was currently throwing a wad of napkins into a small trash bin and sticking it under the cart so it was out of sight and out of mind. Then she started to think about the plan again. She knew it was starting to get close to time for the unveiling to begin, and she was beginning to wonder where the others were.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Mar 7, 2012 22:16:47 GMT -5
When Claire suggested he go get his friend he simply nodded. He was ashamed that he wanted to be away from Claire, without really wanting to be away from her. He felt so lost from the encounter they had just had, and he needed to really let his head clear considering the task at hand. Nothing should be clouding his judgement at that moment! "I'll be right back. Don't move." He patted Claire's hand and then pulled away pushing through the gathering so he could get beside Flynn.
He wished he could pull her aside and talk to her then and there, but of course there was no time for that. The thought of time made him turn and look towards the entrance, wondering where Cheyenne was. He hoped she would be able to cause a distraction, because they needed one, and soon.
"Hey." He said close to Flynn's ear so she could hear him, sliding an arm through hers and catching her eye. It was easy to see he was a little troubled due to the lines creased on his face. Unfortunately Griffin often wore his heart on his sleeve. "I desperately need to talk to you." Was the first thing he said, "But not now... tonight, after the fire perhaps." He suggested, tugging her along without giving her a proper chance to talk to him or anything. Griffin wasn't quite himself at the moment. His mind was furiously trying to sort things out. It was so rare that the man felt jumbled and mystified over something. Everything in life had answer and if you looked hard enough they were simple to find, but he had no answers, which was what troubled himm so.
"Here, let me take that.." He offered, realizing the girl still had a tray of glasses. He stopped, reaching and taking them from her and putting them down on a cart that had a tablecloth draped over it so ti would appear to be nicer than it was. A few other glasses were placed on it, since it had been set up by and for the caterers use during the evening. "Claire's just over there waiting. You haven't heard from Cheyenne by any chance, have you? I haven't seen her yet and, well, the crows not getting any smaller.."
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Mar 8, 2012 21:25:55 GMT -5
Flynn was getting ready to sweep the area for another wave of empty glasses with her tray which was still slightly full when she saw Griffin coming her way. She gave him a big smile and stood up a little straighter than she already was. She wasn't a sloucher to begin with but her posture wasn't perfect either. "Hello, sir! May I get you a glass of champagne?" She said when he was in earshot but realized that his visit wasn't a friendly one almost instantly.
"I desperately need to talk to you."
She nodded and was going to ask what it was about when he said that it would have to wait. Her brows arched up with concern written all over her face. "Is everything alright?" She asked him and reached a hand out to touch his forearm. Flynn always found it more comforting for others when she reached out a friendly hand and touched them.
Flynn gave up her tray to Griffin with ease and then her curious eyes moved from side to side to see if anyone seemed to notice him. But he'd done it in a way that it seemed just like a nice gesture. Then he asked her about Cheyenne. She hadn't spoken with Cheyenne yet. She assumed that the sisters would be the ones who kept communication between one another. Of course, perhaps that had been silly since Flynn and Cheyenne would be the ones leaving the museum together. She would take the skeleton outside and hopefully Cheyenne would be out there waiting with their mode of transportation.
"I- no, Griffin. Why? Is something the matter?" She could see that he was quite distraught over something but there was no way for her to read what it was from just his features. He'd have to tell her and she was quite certain that he would tonight. She just couldn't help but wonder what it was. Had they been found out? She certainly hoped not!
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Mar 8, 2012 22:32:43 GMT -5
When she asked if everything was okay, Griffin didn't know how to answer. In a sense everything was fine, in another everything was just...weird. The whole situation with Claire was anything but okay, while the plan at hand seemed to, at the moment, be going smoothly. Then again they hadn't really begun yet.
"As far as the evening is going then, yes, everything is quite fine. At least to the best of my knowledge." He licked his lips as he moved with Flynn. "I just had a very odd exchanged with Claire and I...I guess I'm just a bit confused. I could use a woman's perspective is all." He gave her a thin mouthed grin, letting her know he was a little upset but alright, and that her opinion would be of great value to him later on. He was glad that at least Claire had been able to see through it all and actually focus, something he was a little concerned with when they had left that back room not terribly long before. He patted her hand to let her know that her touch was appreciated. Perhaps it was an Avisaille thing. Perhaps it was a Griffin and Flynn thing, but Griffin liked the feel of someone using one on one contact to let their point come across. It was far more personable.
He continued to lead her through the crowd until he got to where Claire was, not wanting to waste any time at all. He wondered if Claire had heard from Cheyenne, but was suddenly feeling a little uneasy talking to her. Did she think less of him now? It was so hard to tell!
"Alright, ladies." He said softly once they had all been reunited. "Are we ready for phase one?" He wasn't exactly sure if Phase one was even complete, or if it could really be determined by phases, but he was ready to move to the next step. He cleared his throat and shifted a little. "Have you heard from your sister yet by any chance?"
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Mar 9, 2012 0:27:13 GMT -5
Although she wasn't quite sure what he meant about needing a woman's perspective, she would certainly be there for her friend when he needed her. She assumed, because he said it had to do with Claire, that perhaps it was best not to press the subject until they truly were alone. But it piqued her interest and she was now wondering what had happened between the two of them. Had he mistakenly slipped up about the true reason for their hand in stealing the bones? Don't be silly, Griffin would never do that. Flynn thought to herself and figured she'd just wait until they were alone to find out instead of jumping to conclusions.
She followed him through the crowd until she spotted the head of red hair that Griffin was guiding them straight for. Claire must have been standing there waiting for them to come back to her. Flynn felt a little out of place standing in the crowd, and being dressed in the uniform of a caterer without a tray must have been confusing to some of the guests that were standing in close proximity to them. But she smiled and waved to a few who bothered to look their way before they carried on with their own conversations.
"Phase one!" Flynn exclaimed in a whisper, trying not to say it too loud. Of course that wasn't hard at all. Flynn wasn't loud at all. Curious and a bookworm, but never loud. She smiled Griffin and then Claire before her smile faltered just slightly. "..what's phase one, exactly?" She didn't know they had sorted it into phases.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Mar 9, 2012 0:56:13 GMT -5
Claire watched as Griffin had walked away from her, leaving her there surrounded by the strangers of the crowd. She thought of just following him over to where Flynn was but decided against it. Maybe he just wanted to get away from her for a minute, and she couldn't blame him. When he did leave her there she let out a long sigh almost as if she'd been holding her breath the entire time. Her hand moved up near her face and she began to fan herself with it, feeling like she'd grown extremely hot.
Calm down, Claire.. She scolded herself personally and shook her head and letting out a weird 'yaurgh!' sound as she opened her mouth almost like she'd had a bad taste in it before shutting it again. She gained a look from Mrs. White and tried to give her a polite grin but the woman already looked away and started talking to one of her friends. She shook her head at herself. "It's no big deal." She muttered under her breath and shifted her weight, her heels beginning to make her feet ache once again.
Her phone began to chime and she looked around, holding her hands up and spreading her fingers as she stared at her palms. She didn't bother to bring a clutch tonight, since she knew she'd have a hard enough time keeping herself under control. She couldn't be responsible for a bag! So she'd used the only other method of storing her phone along with a few other items; her bra. She glanced around before she pulled the cell phone that was in a bright orange protector case out from the side of her bra and ran her thumb across the unlock tab and sliding it so that the message would pop open for her.
--Im in. Get rdy. O, & watevr u hear? its not real. xoxo--
Cheyenne had managed to get herself inside the museum without a ticket. Claire could have dished out the $60 for her sister but she didn't feel like wasting the money when she knew Cheyenne was fully capable of getting in for free. Claire never doubted her sister for a second. She wasn't sure what the text meant at the end though. "Whatever I hear?" Claire asked and her brows furrowed, confused at what she meant. What was Cheyenne going to do?
She shook her head and deleted the text message from her phone just in case she had the misfortune of misplacing it she didn't need someone finding that message. It would definitely be suspicious.
Claire was just tucking her phone back into her bra when she noticed Griffin had come back with Flynn. She looked up to Griffin for a second before her sights landed on Flynn and decided to stay there, since she knew she'd be able to concentrate a little better if she wasn't looking at her coworker.
"Cheyenne just texted me, we're ready to roll. Let's do this." Claire pursed her lips a bit and tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace than anything so she stopped. Truth was she was growing nervous and felt like she was going to hurl. She put her hand over her stomach for a second as if she had to gain her composure and then dropped her hand back to her side. "Follow my lead."
She didn't know why she decided to take sudden charge, since she was the worst possible candidate to be appointed into leadership of a tryst of this stature. But she knew the museum, she knew how to work the other staff members, she'd known the caterers and the guards the longest. Although she'd much rather follow someone who didn't know what they were doing than admit that she did. And if things went bad? Well, she knew her and Cheyenne could just turn and run off. She'd feel bad leaving Griffin and Flynn and wouldn't let them take the fall. She shook her thought from her head. This was going to work!
Claire walked through the crowd and started to talk as if she wanted the pair to take mental notes of what she was saying. Mainly because she knew there were a few other staff members there, her boss Frank, and she'd even seen Felipe walking around making sure the caterers were doing their job. "So the lighting is a little off. When they drop the curtain there's going to be a horrible glare. You see how it's set?" She nodded up towards the ceiling where the track lighting was located and then glanced at Griffin and Flynn wondering if they were following.
"Oh and the second to last cart or table.. wagon?" Claire felt herself growing a little uneasy and turned to look at her friends as she spoke, just as Felipe was strolling by. "I noticed it was getting a little full. Maybe someone should take that out to the dumpster. We don't want it to overflow all over the floor, right?" It was her way of trying to ask Flynn to take the cart and meet them behind the curtains. Since she would have to go back there in order to get to the closest exit into the alley, which was also where the dumpsters were located. It worked well.
"Do you know wher-- you know what, why don't I just show you?" Claire said as if she was trying to be nice and show Flynn where the trash bins were. She looked at Flynn who seemed to not be moving and then glanced to the side, mouthing go with her lips, which got her on track.
When Flynn walked away she looked at Griffin and then looked towards the curtains. "This is it." Her feet felt like they had been caked with cement as she didn't move. Her body felt heavy suddenly and she was starting to think maybe she should have eaten something before this whole charade started. Or maybe it was a good idea that she hadn't. She might have lost it all over Griffin right then and there if she didn't have an empty stomach.
Due to Flynn being mine, I give myself the okay to power play her a bit. Also have permission regarding Griffin from Cupcake.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Mar 9, 2012 20:32:57 GMT -5
When Flynn asked what phase one was he opened his mouth and then shut it, shaking his head and shrugging at the same time. He himself wasn't entirely sure on the whole phase thing, but they were ready to get started, so there was that.
Griffin nodded at Claire when she explained her sister had texted. That was a good sign, especially since Claire wasn't freaking out. It meant everything was going according to plan. He wondered what Cheyenne had managed to plan? What sort of tricks did she have up her sleeve? Could she really distract an entire museum of people so well that they would be able to smuggle out an exhibit? Claire seemed to have complete faith in the girl, so Griffin had faith in her, too. Claire was a good judge of character despite her awkwardness. She was often annoyed with Cheyenne, and rightfully so as far as Griffin saw it, but she trusted that Chey had this under control. Hopefully, she did for all their sake.
When Claire started going on about the lighting he was at first a little confused, but caught on quickly, nodding as she spoke. "I can have Matteo fix that before the unveiling." He mentioned as they walked when she mentioned the light. He wasn't even sure if Matteo was there, but it didn't really matter. His services weren't exactly needed.
"This is it." Griffin took a deep breath and as he let it out he smiled at her, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. Despite what had happened, and despite however she was feeling towards him at the moment, he wanted her to know he still truly cared about her. She was his friend and if she allowed it, he always would be, even though he knew deep down there would likely come a time when he would be forced to part ways with her so she wouldn't find out his secret. They would somehow work all of it out, though.
He walked with Claire and Flynn trying to breath evenly. "This will be fine. Your sister won't let us down. In an hour we'll be out at Megsy Isle celebrating our victory." He hoped his words would be reassuring to Claire. He hoped she was doing alright. He knew how she was in tense situations, and he was more than surprised and very proud by the way she was handling it all. He made a mental note to tell her so later when it was all over with. She would need a compliment, and judging by the look of her, a drink.
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Mar 9, 2012 20:47:15 GMT -5
There were perks to being Cheyenne McLeester. Despite her looks, she was sort of a man herself at times. She liked beer and wings, she liked watching football and screaming at the television, hell, she even loved getting down and dirty on the quads. She belched like a champion and could do so in four inch heels. So not only did men fawn over her die to her looks, but she was also a decent friend to have around, and considering how catty women could be, she had a lot of guy friends. A few in particular who were into paint balling. Chey made a quick call to her good friend Gavin who just so happened to be a paint baller, and just so happened to have a few smoke bombs. She knew this because he had told her so the last time she had hung out at the Jack Kit. He had been so excited about them, and she had to admit she thought it sounded cool. It would make the game more fun!
Either way she called in a favor and had two smoke bombs in her little clutch. Cheyenne strolled casually through the museum, smiling politely at those she passed. She had no idea where the hell her sister and her hunk were, but it didn't matter. She had one job to do and she planned on doing it and getting the hell out of there. It would be easy.
After a couple of minutes she pushed her to one of the exhibits off the side where a few people were hanging around talking. She nonchalantly went up to each small group and told them that she heard they were about to get started, and wasn't it all so exciting? It got the idiots butts in gear and she soon found herself alone in the exhibit.
As if it were no big deal she pulled the bombs out casually and placed them in one of the corners near the door so that the smoke would spill out towards the main part of the museum where the festivities were taking place. She lit them both and watched as the smoke slowly began to seep out. The longer she stood there, the more smoke started to pour out. When she was certain that they were fine she moseyed on back towards the exhibit in question and waited for the smoke to come pouring down. If no one screamed fire, she herself would. Turns out she didn't have to.
"Fire!" someone screamed, which was Cheyenne's cue to get the hell out of there. Her work was done.
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Mar 10, 2012 0:34:31 GMT -5
Flynn was hopelessly lost when Claire started to talk about the lighting. She had just said that Cheyenne had texted her and then she started speaking of the lights being in the wrong position. How had that been relevant? Flynn looked over to Griffin with a quizzical look before it finally hit her and she understood. It was when Griffin responded that it fully sank in. It was them playing their parts. Of course they worked there and they would probably be considered on the clock, right? Flynn certainly was!
Claire began to talk about the wheeled carts and knew that it was Flynn's cue to do her part. Her bright eyes seemed to show her understanding but she confirmed it with a quick nod of her head. "Yes, miss." She said to sound polite and then side stepped so she could walk around the pair of them and head for the cart that Claire had said. Had she truly meant that one or was she just selecting one?
Flynn strolled up to the one that Claire had pointed out and when she looked under the cloth that was covering the legs she spotted a trash bin, but it was empty. Claire must have either known that or it was a lucky guess! Either way Flynn flipped up the wheel locks with the toe of her shoe and then started to slowly glide it across the room near the wall. She passed another server who was giving her a strange look. "Taking out the trash." She said softly and the other server nodded as if she understood.
Flynn truly was clueless to where she needed to go with the cart. Of course she knew that she had to get behind the curtain but that was it. She wasn't sure exactly where the exit was once they were behind the display. So she stood near the curtain and looked to see if they were heading over to her or not.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Mar 10, 2012 1:03:00 GMT -5
Although Griffin was trying to reassure Claire it wasn't exactly working. Her cage had been rattled and she was beginning to grow nervous. But she kept it all together. She kept her cool and took a deep breath before nodding to him. It wasn't that she was upset or angry with him, she just didn't know what to say! She was afraid she'd blurt out the wrong thing and that couldn't happen right now.
"Let's just do it before I have a panic attack." She finally said and turned towards the curtain and marched straight for it. She didn't want to make it seem like it was a big deal what she was doing, going behind the curtain. She had access since she worked there after all.
"Come on, right through here." She said when she lifted the curtain back just enough for Flynn to squeeze the cart through and waited for Flynn to go through herself. She held it open for Griffin before going behind it herself.
She hesitated for a moment to see if anyone was going to be following them before she looked down at the top of her dress. "This will just take a minute." Claire said and reached down into her dress and into her cleavage. She fished out her cell phone and set it down on the cart. Then she reached in again and pulled out travel sized gum, body spray and a compact mirror. Next was her driver's license and debit card, just in case she needed them for anything.
She pulled the front of her dress out a bit so she could get a better look before sticking her hand in again and reaching around until she finally got it! A single key that she had stuffed into her bra. It made for the one spot she wouldn't lose it!
"Fire!" She heard someone yell and she looked around, her heart skipping a beat with panic before she recalled Cheyenne's text.
"That's our cue!" Claire said in a hushed voice and held the key up.
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