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Easier said than done Peter. If people weren't scary, I would be in the middle of the dance floor.

-Standing Awkwardly in the Corner at the Dance-

H-hello Peter. I’m glad you’re having a good time. 

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H-hello Peter. I'm glad you're having a good time. 

-Standing Awkwardly in the Corner at the Dance-

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Peg let the charm flow from her as she continued to kiss his knuckles. Her lips soft on the skin. She had to lull him into a false sense of control. Her pleading eyes finally looking up at him. He pulled her closer, obviously hooked. His eyes were lit up. He knew what he would be able to 'convince' her to do. Though she still felt like she had the upper hand. As he pulled her closer, she felt his hand tighten on hers. Her other hand found the side of his face, her eyes staring deeply into his. If she wasn't trying to seduce her way out of a sticky situation, she would have picked him anyways. He was very attractive. Her fingers delicately played with the hair over his ear, before she gently caressed the hair on the back of his neck. With tenderness she only saved for moments of trouble, she leaned up to him, using her hold on the back of his neck to guide his lips to hers. Her lips were gentle against his, softly pressing against his for half a moment before she pulled away. "Sorry." She said, playing innocent, "That was out of line. I should just go." Faking a move to leave, she pretended his hold on her hand kept her there, staring up at him. "I didn't mean to be so forward."

Though she looked apologetic on the outside, her mind was scheming. She needed to play this right, not like with March. She needed to keep control, but let him think he had it. That he had her. It would be nothing more than scratching an itch that March left unattended. She may not have been able to rob him, but she could have him. She could hold his attention and keep him on a leash without him realizing her plans. Flynn had to be convinced. He needed to believe. It would take work, but she could do it. She's done it before. This time should be no different. 

Karma's A Bitch ||Peg & Flynn||

Flynn had expected many, many outcomes to the current situation. He expected her to attack him, or scream at him, or just plain out punch him in the face, but what he had not expected was this. He hadn’t expected in his wildest dreams that the ever sharp tongued Peg would be using that tongue to almost beg his forgiveness when he hadn’t been all that mad in the first place. He feels his heart pick up its pace a bit as she closes in on him, and he has no where to back up to but the bed behind him.

If there’s one thing Flynn doesn’t like, it’s being cornered, but although he is uncomfortable with being cornered, he finds his pulse racing for a different reason. Her hand takes his, and he’s surprised to find it’s smaller than his, but just as callused and rough from a life similar to the one he’d lived. They really were practically the same, and he wondered why they butted heads so much. As her lips press to his knuckles he curls his fingers around hers tightly, almost possessively.

She’s started a very dangerous and addictive game. “Yes, we should…glad you’ve ‘seen the light’, so to speak.” Flynn responds, pulling her closer by the hand that he’s now taken control of. There’s a fire burning in his amber eyes that shows this isn’t just him jokingly coming in contact with her, or trying to make her uncomfortable. He has every intention of making this situation far more intense than he thinks she expects.

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Don't mention it. It's a lovely accent. I can still hear it. You might not be able to to. 

I have just realized that most of my accent is gone.

I still think ya got a nice voice. 

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My name is Peg. What brings you aboard Mr. Pascal? 

Oh ho!

I spy a new teacher. 

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I still think ya got a nice voice. 

I have just realized that most of my accent is gone.

And St Valentines Day is in about a week.

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Oh ho!

I spy a new teacher. 

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Peg spent most of her time in Budapest walking around the city. There were so many layers to it. The bright white of newly fallen snow. The grey slush of the busy streets. The black rivers running down the sewers. She hung out in back alleys, familiarizing herself with all the shortcuts. It was always her first step to learn the lay of the land. She needed that knowledge to have her power. A couple of people tried to greet her in the seedier parts, but few spoke English. When she found a guy who did, he gave her the homeless map to the city. Places that gave away free food, good spots to beg, and easy targets to steal from. It was exactly what she needed. After filling her stomach, and her wallet, she meandered back to the hotel. The smoke from her cigarette mixing with the fog of her breath on this frigid day. It felt like home. What she was used to. The cold was the closest thing to home she ever had. It was always there. She could always count on it. It was the only constant in her life. Despite the fact that it was physically uncomfortable to be in, she took great solace in the feeling. The quiet moment in her head was quickly replaced with pain as a force collided with her and sent her into the cold concrete. Her head hit the pavement with a loud thud and she didn't move for a moment. Pain screeched through her bones. A flash of red hair filled her vision as someone climbed to their feet over her. In her haze, he introduced himself and tried to help her up. She put a hand up and closed her eyes. "Give me a second, you knocked the wind out of me." 

That's one way to greet a person || Bobby & Peg

Making his way back towards the hotel Bobby skated through the people on the sidewalk and grinded along the curb in front of the hotel. Glancing across the street he spied a small blonde girl who immediately reminded him of his sister. A small blonde child skipping down the sidewalk being extremely careful not to step on any of the cracks in the sidewalk. The girl wore a small blue dress and it flowed out from her as she jumped over each crack. A small smile curled at Bobby’s lips as he was reminded to call his little sister.

 Not paying any attention to what was in front of him the red head felt himself slam into another person, knocking himself along with them to the ground.

“Oh Shit!” Bobby exclaimed as he opened his eyes and saw the girl he’d knocked over that he was currently laying on top of. “Well hello there. I’m Bobby.” He chimed before climbing back to his feet and extending a hand to the girl. “Sorry about that, I got a little distracted.” Bobby glanced back across the street from the hotel to see the girl had disappeared. Maybe it had been simply a figure of his imagination. “Are you okay?” He quickly turned his attention back to the girl he’d knocked to the ground.

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Aww, honey, it's no problem that you're younger. Though, I think it will do wonders for me. I'm kinda protective, so maybe you'll tap into it. But I can dig us having some messy digs. Where ya from, Dinah?

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That I am, Dinah. I promise I won’t bite. I’m still not used to having roommates, so if I’m a little messy, I’m sorry. 

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Peg knew she was caught. There was no denying it. But she was going to weasel her way just like usual. Flynn dropped that horrid name he took to calling her, and she held back a groan. She had to play nice to get out of this without punishment if she shot back at him. Her shoulders relaxed and she put a hand on her hip. "Flynn, I'm sorry." The words sounded sincere but she was only sorry that she got caught. "I didn't mean what I said earlier." She slowly approached him, "I really didn't mean it. You shouldn't kill yourself. I came over to apologize, but I found the door open." She motioned to the room, and the mess it was covered in. "So I was making sure you're alright. Look, I'm no good with emotions or any of that shit, and well, I'm really sorry." She awkwardly played with the ends of her matted hair, hoping her innocent act would work. "Truth is, I think you and I are cut from the same cloth. And birds of a feather, right?" As she closed in on him, she gave him a small smile. "We gotta flock together." Her hands reached out and found his and brought his knuckles to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on them. 

Karma's A Bitch ||Peg & Flynn||

Flynn frowned as he approached the door to his cabin, finding it unlocked. “Timon…” he grumbled, pushing it open, too busy fiddling with his satchel as he closed the door to see the mess, “Idiot’s going to get us—” He pauses mid-sentence as he spots the mess, “Robbed.” He drops his satchel that carries his only valuable belongings next to the dresser, his eyes narrowing as he spots the intruder.

“You.”Flynn hisses furiously, storming across the room to her, “Well, well, well. What’re you doing here, Peggy? Lose something or are you trying to steal from me? Someone’s not quite as noble as they claim to be, are they?” The grin he gives is nothing less than mocking. He crosses his arms, scrutinizing her with his sharp golden brown eyes. He knew she’d tried to steal from him, but it was also clear she’d had no idea where to look.  

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Well maybe it's because I've never heard any good ones. I always like a good laugh. 

What do you call an alligator in a vest?

Ok, I am not usually one for puns. But that’s pretty awesome!

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That I am, Dinah. I promise I won't bite. I'm still not used to having roommates, so if I'm a little messy, I'm sorry. 

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  Well hello cuteness. So we’re roomies now? Name’s Peg. And you are?

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Ok, I am not usually one for puns. But that's pretty awesome!

What do you call an alligator in a vest?

An Investigator!

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Αποκτήστε σκατά σας, μαζί Ελλάδα!

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I do. It's everything I ever wanted: free food, warm bed, ocean view, and hot teachers. A girl could get used to a life like this.

I missed Charles L. Dodgson's birthday.

Not so much a punishment as a second chance. Told the judge I didn’t know better because I never really had schooling. But my rap sheet kept me outta most schools. Til we found this place. I’d say it was an improvement.

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Sorry, I'm always on my toes, didn't mean to be rude. So I'll see you tonight?

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Color me crazy, but I’m getting total mean girl vibes here.