June Catch All for Dodger

[knowntohisfriends]

[The Artful Dodger can be found anywhere about London during the course of a full month. Anywhere there's a crowd, there's work to be done, and if you know the hat, you'll be able to spot him easily. Or if you want to be spotted... well, he's always paying attention]

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[stauncherhearted]

The mug hits the wall near the door and Nancy whirls around, her shoulders tucked in tight around herself. Her green eyes are wide as she looks at Jack, her mouth slack. Her eyes flash clear for a moment, the same thing that causes her to draw in on herself.

He'd tried to hit her with the mug.

Nancy takes a deep shuddering breath even as her chest screams out and turns back, fleeing out the way she came. He was just like the rest of 'em.

[knowntohisfriends]

The Dodger watches as Nancy leaves, and his hands curls into a fist, turning round and shoving everything off the table, too angry to care about what Fagin'll do to him for smashing up the place.

She'd called him Jack.

She didn't care.

He sat down and roughly rubbed his arm across red eyes, breathing in deep. Right. He wasn't a kid, not like the others. He didn't need Nancy watching out for him, never needed it. Let her call him what she liked.

He didn't care.

Really, he didn't.