#hardinq

❝  I  GUESS  NOT  .  ❞  he’s  commented  on  her  sophistication  ,  observed  her  manner  ,  her  clear  and  present  strength  .  perhaps  he’s  grown  used  to  surrounding  himself  with  people  dirty  from  work  ,  muddy  from  falls  in  the  jungle  ,  or  clothes  covered  in  sand  .  odd  ,  to  gaze  upon  someone  so  CULTURED  ,  BEAUTIFUL  ,  AND  INFLUENTIAL  ,  without  a  speck  of  dust  .  ❝                            as  long  as  you  don’t  try  to  make  me  wear  a  three  piece  suit  or  anything  ,  i  think  we’ll  get  along  swimmingly  .  ❞  despite  their  clear  visual  differences  ,  shawky  sees  a  shine  to  her  eye  he  likes  .  perhaps  they’ll  become  FRIENDS  ,  after  all  .

@hardinq    ,      starter    call   .

          ‘ i won’t answer your questions. ‘ eugh, journalists.  they were all the same -- like parasites, waiting to get their next story.  ‘ so don’t bother getting comfortable, i’m not staying. ‘  she’s already starting to pack her things away before a sudden burst of annoyance takes over her and she stops, jaw clenching, speaking through her teeth at the other woman with a low, evidently pissed off tone.  ‘ you know what, i wish you lot would just fuck off.  i did my time in prison, i had my police status taken away from me . . . i’ve suffered enough.  i don’t know what more i can give you. ‘  she’s uncomfortable, the way that she’s sitting is proof of that.  ‘ i don’t know anything about the ambush and what i do know, i told the police.  write your stories about something else . . . about something that can actually help the world. ‘