( Jesse follows her glance to the letter she's holding. They've been nice enough to offer a way out? Nice. Ha. Yeah. Real fucking nice being trapped in some motel room he has no memory of winding up in. Real fucking nice what they - whoever "they" are - suggest as a means to escape. )
I already read it. ( Jesse shifts his weight on the spot, wiping his sweaty, slightly shaky hands down the sides of his jeans. Shit, man, what happened to this girl? She's so damn pale, and that mark around her throat... Jesse swallows, hard. His tongue is dry and rough like sandpaper, sticks to the cottony roof of his mouth.
Fuck it. He decides to reach for the letter and read it again: eyeing the girl, a glance skimming off that savage mark around her throat, Jesse takes a step forward with a hand outstretched, takes it, turns it around the right way to read it, again. A humorless grimace of a smile splits across his face. )
Heh, yeah, real fucking nice of 'em to offer us a way outta here. ( The paper rustles as Jesse jerks it up to hold it out, facing her. ) The hell is this voodoo blood sacrifice bullshit, yo? "A handprint of blood"? What about a key, yo?!
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I already read it. ( Jesse shifts his weight on the spot, wiping his sweaty, slightly shaky hands down the sides of his jeans. Shit, man, what happened to this girl? She's so damn pale, and that mark around her throat... Jesse swallows, hard. His tongue is dry and rough like sandpaper, sticks to the cottony roof of his mouth.
Fuck it. He decides to reach for the letter and read it again: eyeing the girl, a glance skimming off that savage mark around her throat, Jesse takes a step forward with a hand outstretched, takes it, turns it around the right way to read it, again. A humorless grimace of a smile splits across his face. )
Heh, yeah, real fucking nice of 'em to offer us a way outta here. ( The paper rustles as Jesse jerks it up to hold it out, facing her. ) The hell is this voodoo blood sacrifice bullshit, yo? "A handprint of blood"? What about a key, yo?!