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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:52 pm
Polly lightly bit her thhumb.
"Well, it's a small world, and I just so happeen to be a provider. You look so tired, and unsure..."
She held out a strandd of black licorice.
"Here..."
The bitter smell/taste of the black licorice covered its other effects; that of a fattening agent, and a heavy sedative.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:16 pm
"I am too damn busy at the moment...." Alice, her body pointing towards the coffin room. "...Perhaps he did go in there." She began walking towards threshold into the other room.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:21 pm
Polly ran to where she was blocking Alice's way.
"Now, now," she said, "I can help you look for whoever you're looking for. Besides..."
She took a fake look inside the coffin room.
"That saw-toothed monster's in there. It would be scary, even for an adult like me..."
[[Mocha speaks Russian, but Polly's the only one with an accent. And boy, it's a heavy one...]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:35 pm
Alice took one step back. "But, you do not even know the person I am looking for, at least, I believe you do not." She slung the handles of the rawhide leather bag over her left shoulder, looking down to ensure the large wrench strapped onto the bag had not fallen off.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:37 pm
Polly lightly poked Alice's collarbone.
"I told you, I'm a provider. I serve the food around here. I'm surre I've met him..."
Or I can smell him out, Polly though mischeviously.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:46 pm
Alice's skin goose bumped. "His name is....Rufus Mortimer.." Her voice began to shake slightly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:48 pm
Polly grinned.
"Oh, him!"
She hurriedly flitted through her and Monoe's shared memory.
"Wears a lot of brown, with an accent? He's in the lab right now. I can take you there, I know my way around the place."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:59 pm
"Can you show me where he is currently then?" Alice questioned. "I need to speak to him about a dire matter."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:01 pm
Polly nodded.
"Here, here, I'll take you."
She lightly grabbed Alice's wrist, leading her towards the lab.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:11 pm
Alice began to walk with this person. "...Thank you." She said, though something felt astray...
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:15 pm
When they got into the lab, passing through the illusion room easily Polly led her inside.
Jack, instantly noticing what Polly was up to, went over to the door that led to the coffin room, and locked it with a large series of boltlocks.
Polly locked the door behind her, and took the key, putting in her pouch on her stomach.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:21 pm
Alice looked around the odd room. "....Where is he?" She began to look around before turning to look at her. "...Are you sure he is in here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:31 pm
Jack grinned.
"Ohhhhhh, Polly, you got a pure one..."
"I'm not sharing her!", Polly scowled.
Polly took out a gas heater, and placed a cauldron over it.
She took out a large birdcage.
"Now, you can either go willingly, or by force..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:42 pm
Alice dropped the large gun onto the ground, then the toolbag. Her left hand crumpled into a fist, her right covered it, and pressed down on the left, a loud cracking noise came from the fist. "Neither." She took out the large wrench that was strapped on the outside of the bag. She adjusted the head, closing it and completing the stencil painting of a rabbit in white paint on the head of the wrench.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:47 pm
Polly wailed.
"You were supposed to grab her, you idiot!"
Jack tilted his head.
"Oh. Don't worry, Polly."
Jack made several sets of arms appear, reaching for the bag.
"Now, Miss, we wouldn't want the candy-witch to be mad..."
Polly, meanwhile, attempted to reach for the wrench.
[[Polly doesn't play fair >:]]
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