WHO: Troy, Rose WHERE: On the way to the po-po's office! In an alley. :U WHEN: 6/26, wheneverhegoestowork o'clock WARNINGS: Rose is a meanie :[ FORMAT: No
Troy exited the station, humming quietly to himself. Spamalot today. Living with Ryan had had that effect on Troy, not to mention that being this close to Broadway meant that he was getting more exposure to the musical world than he'd ever thought.
Chad would be throwing conniptions.
Still, today was a nice day - work was stressful and a huge hassle, but he was earning money and he worked with some of the coolest people ever. Ideally, he'd get back on the stage soon, but for now, it was a job.
Ever oblivious, Troy was completely unaware that there was any danger.
She was ready to give up on the idea, actually, had she not seen him strolling by. The past three days she'd been staked out near the police station and he'd been there each time, in and out. Maybe an intern. Definitely not a cop. But an opening was an opening, and it moved with an upbeat pace, so if Rose wanted to do anything, it'd have to be now.
She was nothing if not for the now.
Pushing off of the dumpster helped her clear the distance, snatching him by the arm and yanking him off the sidewalk with a hand clamped over his mouth in a quick, trained motion. Daddy taught well.
She dragged him back with her, behind the other side of the dumpster before anyone could double-take, pressing him against the brick wall.
"Easy, now," she shushed. "You'll be okay if you behave for me."
Troy had no idea what was going on. One minute he's humming "Whatever Happened to My Part" and imagining Sharpay in the role, next some crazy chick with an eyepatch has him in a choke-hold and is threatening him.
Saying Troy Bolton is scared shitless would be an understatement.
He throws up his hands in deference, near panic. Nodding quickly, Troy silently agrees to do whatever she says.
No arguments there, it seemed. He was a pushover. That made things easier.
"Good boy," Rose murmured. "I'm going to move my hand in a second here, but if you even try to scream for help--" she tossed her head enough to expose the hilt of one of her swords resting on her backstrap, "--I'll cut you up sixteen ways before anyone even thinks to notice. Got it?"
She moved the hand away from his mouth, reaching back and settling it on the sword as the reminder. "I need a few questions answered."
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Chad would be throwing conniptions.
Still, today was a nice day - work was stressful and a huge hassle, but he was earning money and he worked with some of the coolest people ever. Ideally, he'd get back on the stage soon, but for now, it was a job.
Ever oblivious, Troy was completely unaware that there was any danger.
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She was nothing if not for the now.
Pushing off of the dumpster helped her clear the distance, snatching him by the arm and yanking him off the sidewalk with a hand clamped over his mouth in a quick, trained motion. Daddy taught well.
She dragged him back with her, behind the other side of the dumpster before anyone could double-take, pressing him against the brick wall.
"Easy, now," she shushed. "You'll be okay if you behave for me."
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Saying Troy Bolton is scared shitless would be an understatement.
He throws up his hands in deference, near panic. Nodding quickly, Troy silently agrees to do whatever she says.
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"Good boy," Rose murmured. "I'm going to move my hand in a second here, but if you even try to scream for help--" she tossed her head enough to expose the hilt of one of her swords resting on her backstrap, "--I'll cut you up sixteen ways before anyone even thinks to notice. Got it?"
She moved the hand away from his mouth, reaching back and settling it on the sword as the reminder. "I need a few questions answered."
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