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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:06 am
The Guard shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Its alright, didn't plan on you doing chores for me." He smiled at her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:09 am
Lory cheered up.
"Oh! That's a relief, I can't tell soap from dishwashing liquid..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:12 am
Hatter couldn't help but laugh, "Me neither." He turned and kicked the wall to his left and a panel flipped back pushing out a green cushion chair toped with a twig-like hat decoration. Easing into the fabric he shifted himself and sighed, "Much better, hows the couch? Comfortable enough?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:15 am
Lory nodded, resting her head on the couch.
"Mmmm-hmmmm..."
She fell asleep very quickly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:16 am
Hatter half smiled and pulled out one of the knives from his boots, reaching under the seat cushion he withdrew a flint stone and began to sharpen the weapon. "Sleep well, Lory."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:20 am
Lory continued to sleep peacefully, slightly shivering due ot the cold [she had been running caucus races when the tide was high, after all].
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:23 am
The Guard noted her slight shaking and he set the knife and flint down on the arm rest, stepping to the pantry just by the fireplace he took out a deep forest green wool blanket, it smelt like Lilac just as everything else in this house did. He unfolded the cloth and laid it over Lory tenderly. Hope she won't mind the scent...
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:36 am
Lory stopped shivering, smiling warmly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:59 pm
White towered over the fallen card. Pointing the rifle straight down at the soldiers face.
"Answer me!" White questioned.
No response.
White stared at the man who was looking to his arm, it was bleeding profusely. At the small point in time, something crossed his mind, where is his other arm?
White's irises looked to the emerging sidearm the soldier held in his left hand. The rifle pointed at the arm and the trigger was pulled.
Bang.
The soldier screamed, his other arm now useless.
"You bloody b*****d!" The card taunted.
White placed a foot on the left shoulder where he shot, and pressed down.
"Answer me damn it...."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:14 pm
Marche walked through the Tulgey Wood, and then saw White.
He was about to cry out somethhing cheerful and greeting-esque, but then saw the card soldier underneath him.
"Oh."
He took out a mallet.
"Need a secondary force of torture, pal?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:46 pm
White moved his right hand forward, the copper casing ejected. His ears snapped to the sound of Marche's voice. He spun on his heels to look at him. "....I am quite alright."
His head looked back to the card.
"...Will you tell me what I want, I just might let my friend here join in."
He pressed down on the wound.
"She...she's going to be.."
White's free hand turned into a fist.
"Why?"
"I was never told, just orders to get the...OH GOD!"
White stepped down on the wound harder. The card lost consciousness.
White's free hand unballed and dug into his tailcoat, pulling out his pocket watch.
"....s**t..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:50 pm
Marche took out a bottle.
"I have sniffing salts. It'll wake him up..."
[[Him having such would make sense,, reallly.]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:21 pm
"....I have used what I needed him for." White replied. "But, if you feel the need to." White took his foot of the card.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:26 pm
Marche handed him the bottle.
"Here. Just dip it in the salts and rub it around, then put thhe stick under their nose. It'll work with those who've fainted. You can also telll if someonee's playign dead, since the smell is so strong, it'll repulse even the best actor."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:49 pm
White took the bottle. He lowered himself and took a small twig off of the ground, dipping it into the bottle, he held it to the guard's nose.
The guard opened his eyes.
White quickly took the rifle and pistol away from the soldier, and then took the back holster, he placed it on himself and placed the lever action into it.
He took out the clip from the rifle and pistol and discarded both.
White drew his revolver, and pulled back on the hammer as he aimed it at the guard.
"Get up."
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