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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:49 am
Quote: --and also ...! The woman gives a hardy shove to the crate nearest her, and an unhappy metallic sound from between two boxes indicates that the centipede is not going further. She looks a bit more relaxed after that, though well ... the rest of the market is going a bit stressfully crazy at this point. At the question, though, the jam-seller's eyes dart between you and the policeman, who now towers over the rest of the gathering at her stall like an odd blade of grass. With the copper there, her terror seems to have given way to prudence, and she looks at you before shaking her head. "Is everything quite alright here, madam?" the deputy asks in his drab font. "Y-yeah, sir!" the chubby woman replies, picking herself up and brushing her hands over her apron for poise and composure. "Just a bit of a fright." Then she looks at you again, with a touch of suspicion and inquires more quietly, "You with the police, too?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:42 pm
Shelley's mind was buzzing. He wanted to grab that centipede and run away, but he fought himself and stayed to talk to the woman.
"I'm not with the police, don't worry," He said, glancing obsessively at the crate trapping the clockwork insect.
"You can trust me, I want to help you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:34 pm
The woman's eyes flicked to the policeman, then back to Shelley, clearly considering whether or not she could trust him.
Behind the deputy, the commotion in the marketplace begins to rise, and the skinny copper is forced to turn his attention to them. "Calm, please! Calm down, citizens!" he calls out, the letters fading away as he pushes into the crowd and tries to regain some semblance of order.
And as he moves away, the jam seller tells Shelley in conspiratorially small letters, "I think I got something in the post that wasn't meant for me. Something from the cult." After studying him for a moment, still appearing thoroughly worried, she hurriedly added, "I'm not in the cult, see, I swear it. Just got a misdirected clockwork. It's not my fault."
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