The docks- Saturday afternoon

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie finally had everything going for her. After spending a good deal of her teenage years working the pole in order to help her destitute mother pay the bills, she'd finally gotten out of the business and was on her way to becoming a successful doctor. Her mother would be so proud of her.

Except that her mother was still destitute and paying for medical school was expensive. The clinic where Annie was interning only paid so much, and so she'd once again had to find a way to make ends meet. She was really going to have to find herself a rich husband.

As soon as she'd finished the deal, Annie walked down the docks with her backpack full of alcohol, which would be sold under the table in order to make a few bucks. She also knew it was probably wrong to use the clinic as a front for her illicit dealings, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.

And if she took a moment to stand on the docks and look forlornly out at the water with a single tear welling in her eye, well. Who could blame her?


[I'm getting the feeling I watched WAY too much GH as a kid. SO OPEN.]

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[dollpocalypse]

"You, too?" Sad Rent Boy Topher asked knowingly, drawing the wrong conclusion upon encountering a pretty girl out at the docks. "It's a tough beat."

[[will be SP, but I haaaad to.]]

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie's eyes went wide like someone who'd just been caught... doing something still bad but not what they thought she was doing. "I don't know what you're walking about."

[dollpocalypse]

"Working the streets," Topher clarified. "Selling your junk. Turning tricks for cash."

A beat.

"You might have better luck without a bra assuming you're wearing one," he advised.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Well, the gasp Annie let out was definitely normalish.

"I am not a prostitute!" she cried. "...Except for that one time..." But he'd been offering so much money, and she'd been so, so poor.

[dollpocalypse]

"But... but you're at the docks."

That was his spot!

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Other stuff happens at the docks, you know," she said, and then shut her mouth. She shouldn't say too much!

[dollpocalypse]

Topher paused.

"Yeah?"

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

Luke was walking down the docks like someone who may or may not have had a secret. And dressed like someone who may or may not have been poor, but had a monacle kept in his coat pocket in case something changed. Why he was down at the docks...he hadn't figured out yet but he made sure to switch between looking serious and innocent just to have all of his bases covered.

His character had suffered from a writer's strike and now none of the backup writers (which included the cleaning lady and Ryan Murphy's cousin Bryan) could agree on where they wanted his character to go. Still, he was a professional and the show must go on. He wasn't almost nominated for a Daytime Emmy twice for nothing.

When he spotted Annie he started walking towards her like he knew her but then randomly slowed and approached hesitantly just in case the writer's hadn't decided on that point. "You...you...are a person."

There. That worked whether he knew her or not. And his improv teacher said he couldn't make up a birthday card greeting without hiring a writer, pfft.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am," said Annie, looking at him as if trying to remember whether or not he'd been one of the many men who'd stuffed dollar bills in her G-string during their lunch hours when she was supposed to be in school. "So are you."

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

He very well might have been. Luke (if that was his real name) loved the ladies.

Or did he? Bryan Murphy seemed to be confused on the matter. The cleaning lady, however, was using Luke to live out her fanfiction. She might have been related to Sera Gamble.

"Yes, I am." Until he got written into some weird alien plot that involved a lot of probing at Bryan's insistence. "I should have known you'd be here."

The statement would have had a lot more power behind it if he didn't look so confused.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I was just taking a walk," Annie said with big, innocent eyes. "Just wanted to clear my head." Because there were just so many thoughts in it!

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe you." That he was sure of, but don't ask him how he knew he was sure because he didn't know. "I think you're...up to...something."

Oy with the dramatic pausing.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I'm not up to anything. I'm a respected clinic intern!" She was so, so young for this sort of life!

She folded her arms, looking cornered neutral. "Are you a cop?"

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy had woken up with a craving for sushi this morning. A pretty bad craving, actually. So, he'd called Sushi Station, and no one had answered, so he'd made his way down to the restaurant, only to find out there was no sushi, which had freaked him out a bit, especially since even offering his credit card hadn't helped.

So why was he at the docks? Because sushi was made of fish and fish lived in the ocean, so he'd kind of hoped someone at the docks could maybe help him out. And if it was someone he actually knew, all the better.

"Annie!" he called out once he spotted her, rushing to her. "Annie, Annie, Annie, do you, um, have a moment?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do," she said with a smile, stopping and hoping the bottles in her bag didn't clink together, revealing her terrible secret. "What can I do for you?"

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy didn't give a rat's ass about her terrible secret, to be honest. "Do you know how to make sushi?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Why, what have you heard?" Annie asked immediately.

[stars_and_money]

That would've been so damn suspicious to someone who wasn't so damn oblivious and self-centered.

"What?" Jeremy asked, frowning, then waved a hand, like that was unimportant. "No. I need sushi. The restaurant in town was closed because they don't have any."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I might know someone who knows how to get it," Annie said in a low voice. "For the right price."

She was so ashamed of herself. So ashamed!

[angelo_wings]

The docks! The docks were, obviously, a place for Wrigley's to go. She had washed up on the beach, but if she had been dumped from a boat, then someone at the docks would have seen something. Or maybe someone on the docks was her would-be killer!!!

So she would have to be careful.

That girl over there ... the one dealing in illicit drugs. That was bad. Wrigley's didn't get messed up in bad deals. (Or did she?) But desperate times called for desperate measures.

So she approached the girl, hesitantly.

"I ... need your help," she said, melodramatically.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Patting her bag carefully to make sure nothing was revealing her bottles of illegal alcohol, Annie greeted her with nothing but concern. "What's wrong?"

[angelo_wings]

Wrigley's put one hand to her head and sighed. "I think someone tried to kill me," she admitted, in a whisper. "Were you ... here last night?"

What a shame, if this poor girl lived here! But back to more important matters, like, well, herself.

"And ... was I here last night???"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't here," Annie said quickly. She had been here, but she hadn't seen this girl before, so why should she reveal anything that might cause people to learn... her secret? "I only came out here for a walk. It's abnormal for me, really."

[angelo_wings]

"Oh!" Oh, dear! Wrigley's had said too much already. She clapped a hand over her mouth. "Of course," she said. "Me, too! I never come here. I'm not sure why I'm here now. I was just ... curious."

What did this girl know????

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Why do you think someone tried to kill you?" asked Annie. She knew so many illegal types, thanks to all her time doing illegal things. She wondered if she had to tip anyone off.

Or if she should help this girl. Oh the crisis of conscience!