no justice/no peace

      @reverdies​ ( javert ) said:  ‘i think your friend may be very dangerous.’

      CHARLIE’S GAZE FLICKED TO HIM JUST BARELY as she continued on her way, stomping past him out of the alleyway. her ‘friend’ had abandoned them at the sight of the policeman, along with the money and the goods.

            “ yeah, do you think ?? ” she snapped dryly, shoving her hands into her pockets as she turned down the street. “ don’t worry about harry. and don’t pretend to care about me. i can look after myself. but i’d watch your belongings, if i were you. there’s nothing he likes more than robbing police. ”

   charlie wouldn’t call harry dangerous. not to her, anyway. a slimy, nasty, violent drunk, yes, but she could handle it. he was a necessary asset, unfortunately ------ a bootlegger and smuggler with his hand in every pot became very useful when spread out through time and space.

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

・ﾟ’ ｡・*   startercall  x  @timefought​

      THE FABRIC OF THE SHEET made a sharp whipping sound as charlie pulled it free from the washing-line strung up across the narrow alley. her patience was always limited, but she seemed even spikier than usual. she didn’t dignify the lady’s remark with a response, simply fixing her with a blank stare as she folded the laundry.