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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 3:15 pm
Judging by the slow but wide baring of cutlery-sharp teeth in the child-like monster's mouth, it was more than eager to take hold of any offered neck, Frankie's or Ursula's. Whether or not Frankie noticed, it had a whole lot more than two sharp teeth. It had a whole lot more than 32 sharp teeth. The inside of its mouth was built like a garbage disposal. It squirmed and waved its sharp fingers as it attempted to free its light form from Frankie's iron grip. The teeth snapped together a few times when the hand passed within reach, however unsuccessfully. There was a high-pitched squeal as the thing made one last, desperate effort to get loose, throwing all of its minuscule weight into the attempt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:19 pm
Had it been any other monster, Nealite would have simply let it devour Frankie. But, as this was a particularly terrifying monster that Nealite did not particularly want to ever see again, her priorities were a bit different. Namely to kill the little b*****d as swiftly as possible.
She attempted to quickly conjure up a reason to feed Frankie (for having two children attacking her at once was last on her list of how-to-handle-the-situation), and she stepped forward, her heel digging itself into the ground as her hand latched around the back of the creature's neck.
"Frankie," she said, trying to remain as calm as possible, "Frankie, this is not a Cullen. This is...this is a trap that Bella sent to keep you away from her Edward."
Without giving the other girl time to respond, the orange haired woman took her other hand and shoved against the student, ripping the monster from her iron-like grip. Good god, she did not get paid enough for this s**t....
Once detached, she used what meager strength she had left and hurled the small child across the room, as far away from Frankie and herself as possible. Moving forward, she gripped the handle of her mirror, readying herself for the monster's second attack.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:31 pm
The mere MENTION of the tainted one[/] drove Frankie to release her grip, absolutely horrified. THE GALL of that WHORE to think that someone as magnificent as Frankie was would ever fall for such a ridiculous ploy. Frankie disregarded the voice that said that she had almost fallen for it. That voice was useless, always telling her to "play nice", "don't say that", "burning effigies is going to get you sent to jail". That voice was BORING-- besides it was wrong because Frankie was never ONCE sent to jail. That she knew of. Maybe.
Frankie knew what to do. Oh boy, did Frankie know what to do. Unbuttoning her cardigan, she revealed that her sweater wasn't lumpy because it didn't fit her very well. Oh no, it was lumpy because she carried an entire collection of things to destroy those she considered "not a Cullen". If the Police ever saw it, it would be called a murder kit. Lucky for Frankie, she was the only one privy to her murder kit (she called it a murder kit too, how nice), not including Miss Johnson, just now.
Pulling out a switchblade plastered with Edward Cullen's face, Frankie advanced on the monster, twirling the heavily sharpened knife before snapping the blade up. Frankie looked like she had done this before.
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