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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:51 pm
*Pretty Bill glares at the girl as she pushes him aside. Letting out a breath of frustration, he decides to pull out the big guns. He turns his hand towards Bree, and it glows very faintly with glamour as he attempts to subtly influence her desires.*
Are you quite certain of that, lass? There's talk of strange folk about. You can't be too careful. It'd be a shame if someone were to miss you. Like whoever is in that locket of yours. Your sweetie maybe?
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:04 pm
Bree pauses. Hunter would probably be pissed if he found out she was wandering about by herself....
"All right. You can walk me to my corner. But that's it. There is someone waiting for me and he's rather possessive."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:13 pm
Not to worry lass. He'll not see hide nor hair of me. *He moonwalks in front of her for a moment.* So it was this way you were headed, right?
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:19 pm
"Yes. Wait...no...I'm looking for...sonuvabitch." She glares. "I'm not lost. Somebody just moved 5th Street."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:28 pm
Oh, fifth street you say? Friend of mine hangs out around there all the time. You should've made a left back on Elm, not a right. *He sort of glides around her as he begins leading her in, what is supposedly, the right direction.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:41 pm
"Really? I could've sworn it was....oh well."
And she follows him.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:52 pm
You haven't been in town long, have you? Don't worry, you'll get your bearings eventually.
Hey, maybe we'll run into my friend. He knows these streets like the back of his hand.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:58 pm
Bree narrows her eyes briefly and stretches out a hand to a nearby birch.
"Friend," she whispers. "Advise me."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:18 pm
*Pretty Bill keeps chatting away, seemingly unaware of Bree's suspicions.* His name's Charlie. No last name, just Charlie. He doesn't talk much, but he knows every street in the city.
~Beware, whispers the Birch~
He doesn't really like being called Charlie though. We have another name we call him.
*And while Bill continues to dance around in front of her, a large two by four collides with the back of her head, dropping her like a rock. The man who swung the wooden board is about seven feet tall, with wild shaggy hair and a dirty, unkempt beard. His face resembles that of a Cro-Magnon man, and his nails are long and hard, like flint knives. He wears a pair of dirty jeans and an army jacket, with several pairs of scissors protruding from random pockets.*
We call him the Scissors Man. You really don't want to know where he gets that name now, lass.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:30 pm
Bree shakes the stars from her eyes and levers herself off the ground. Thanks to the Shield spell she always keep active, the blow hasn't caused any real damage, but it did knock the wind out of her.
She eyeballs the man with the scissors, as well as her misleading escort.
"Oh sugar. You just went and made the biggest mistake of your life."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:41 pm
*Bill plays idly with a butterfly knife he removed from his pocket.* Now that is a bold statement from someone in your position. Scissors, make sure she doesn't get up. Try to make sure she's still breathing when we haul her back to Shuck.
*The Scissors Man presses the two by four against Bree's throat and straddles her chest.*
Sorry love, its nothing personal. The Others need their servants, we need to stay free, and the Court? Well, the Court needs to remember to be afraid.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:55 pm
Bree chuckles viciously.
"If Jack Carroll himself can't scare me, what the ******** makes you think you can, you ugly sonuvabitch." She takes hold of the two-by-four and shoves, getting just enough leverage to slide out.
She scrambles to her feet and faces the two of them.
"Walk away now and I'll let you leave unharmed."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:01 pm
*At the mention of Carroll's name, Bill actually looks rattled.* You know Carrol? You're one of his?
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:04 pm
"I know the man. He doesn't own me." Lightning crackles around her fingertips. "Nobody owns me."
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:20 pm
*Bill's movements are less fluid and more panicky now as he paces.* Maybe we should just do what she says. We can't take this kind of heat. Not right now.
*The Scissors man speaks with a voice full of gravel.* No way. She's seen us. Let's just kill her and be done with it.
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