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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 11:56 pm
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Natalie's brain barely even had time to register the fact that she was supposed to be at Solomon's READING A BOOK right now instead of sitting in a BEDROOM...when she suddenly heard yelling, and she was wrestled to the ground by way, way too many armed guards! It had even taken her a bit to recognize that SHE was the alleged "witch" in question!
"Wh-what??" she managed to stammer, trying to figure out how she was ever going to get out of this one. She guessed she'd time traveled somehow. Yeah, Outlander's a fun book, 'til this stuff HAPPENS to you! she was thinking.
"Isn't there such a thing as a trial or somethin'?" But then there was a sword at her throat, and commands for silence...Natalie took a deep breath and tried not to sob as she was led off to the dungeon. I don't guess the Agency put a tracking device on my phone that would tell me what year it is...
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It was a long time before she got the presence of mind to start thinking of a way out of her current predicament. She'd spent a while crying, trying to just wrap her brain around the situation. But when she'd stopped sobbing, she sat up as best she could and examined the cell she was locked in. Well, as much of it as she could see anyway. She was sitting on a rough wooden bench, and the chains on her wrists attaching her to the wall had just enough slack that she could lie down if she wanted to.
And then it hit her. "Hairpins!" she whispered. She knew there was a reason why she wore her hair in victory rolls every day, other than the fact that it looked darn gorgeous! The guards were posted outside the cell, so if she was very quiet, maybe she could pick the locks on the chains holding her to the wall. She had no plans for what to do after escaping, but the game plan right now was not to lose her head, whether figuratively or LITERALLY!
She carefully angled her head so her right hand could reach a bobby pin, and then she attempted to pick the locks on her chains. It was so dark down here that she was going by touch, and she had no idea how long she had until dawn. She just knew that she had to try something... |
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 8:47 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:44 am
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Natalie had been working on picking the locks for what felt like forever. This was evidently the Middle Ages, so locks should be pretty rudimentary and easy to pick. The problem was that she couldn't see what the heck she was doing, so she was having to work a lot more slowly than she would if there were light down here. Finally she heard a telltale click, and she felt her right hand come free. Yes! It was a small victory, as she still had to get out of the castle and hide out somewhere until she could figure out a way to get back home, but it was better than being completely helpless and just letting herself get beheaded.
And now that she had one hand free, it was a lot easier to work on the other one! It was a matter of minutes before her left hand was out of its manacle, and luckily the guards hadn't bothered to fetter her feet. She slipped the hairpin back into the curl she'd gotten it from, and then she silently stood up and stretched while trying to figure out what to do next. The only thing she could think to do was coldcock the guards with a chamber pot when they came for her, and then hope she could run. She still had her gun with her, but her aim had to be phenomenally good if she wanted to get past their armor. And right now, while she was still locked in here, she couldn't afford to make any noise at all.
She found the chamber pot on the floor and made a face as she picked the nasty thing up. Better to have dirty hands than NO HEAD! she reminded herself. She had to get out of here, she had to come up with a plan, and she. HAD. To. Get. Home! The Agency needed her, the cafe and Solomon's needed her, and Joe needed her. It wasn't time to panic or cry; it was time to act... |
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 11:53 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 12:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 4:14 pm
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To Natalie's relief, she was able to reach the stairwell without any difficulties, and as she clambered up the stairs, she saw another guard sitting in a chair. He seemed to be asleep, and Natalie got an idea. It was risky, because it would pretty much "prove" that she was a "witch," but it would be the perfect way to slip out unnoticed. After making sure no one was looking in her direction, she concentrated, the clover on her right hand (that was normally hidden) flashed a bright green before disappearing again, and she was now wearing a suit of armor identical to what the guards had. She kept her head high and started marching past the guard in the chair as though she owned the place.
There were also a couple of ladybugs skittering down the hall, and she was seeing a live feed of what they were seeing. A room with five guards in it, followed by a door to a courtyard, and the courtyard was filling with people.
And it was almost dawn. Natalie's gut clenched, but she kept on walking, hoping her disguise would fool the guards so she wouldn't have to try to get out her taser. |
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 4:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 4:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 4:55 pm
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