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Jul 14, 2009 18:07

Who: Prefect, Amber Sweet, Pavi Largo (potentially open to others - just ask!)
Where: Prefect's room, maybe other places
When: Mid-afternoon? Sometime QUIET.
Warnings: Violence, or at least the real-and-present danger of violence.
Note: Follows on from these discussions. POOR PREFECT.

Pavi fidgeted at the far end of the corridor, opening and closing his right hand in little twitches. The absence of his hand mirror gave him an edge of paranoia; it was perfectly possible that his hair was out of place, or his face was slipping, and he would have no idea. It seemed churlish of the Admiral to take the thing away - true, he had used a mirror as a weapon, but that had been years ago, before he'd learnt to keep a scalpel to hand.

And she had been so very beautiful. It wasn't as if he could have simply let her go.

He'd shown Amber his journal, let her know the time and place. Even if Prefect wasn't integral to their plans, Pavi had no doubt Amber would have gone to spoil his fun anyway, and so if they could profit by it...? He wouldn't lose any sleep over this. It was really only Prefect who could make life difficult for himself now.

Amber was running late. Then again, the only person whose schedule she kept to was her own.

pavi largo, prefect, amber sweet

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