The preserve, Tuesday night [NFB]
Nadia has not spent her time in the pit idly, today. She's been digging with whatever sticks and rocks and things she can find. She hasn't gotten very far, though, because all the rocks are small and the sticks keep breaking.
She heard the sound of footsteps up above and shot back away from her small tunnel, wondering if she dared to hope if it was anyone but Steerpike.
It wasn't. Steerpike held a large bundle in his arms as he made his way up to the hole, tonight. He leaned over to grin down at Nadia. "And how are we this evening?"
Nadia glared back. "I am fine. You are a dead man."
"Now, now." Steerpike gave her an admonishing look. "I thought we went over this. No food or water for you, yet, then." He held up the bundle. "I did bring you something else, though." He smirked. "Do you want it?"
Nadia didn't want it. She pulled a hairband from her pocket and picked up a decent sized stone. "I want to know what the hell you think you're doing!"
Steerpike grinned. "I'm taking over. By this time on Thursday, I will be the one running this school and this town. Isn't that a wonderful thought?"
Nadia launched the rock with her improvised slingshot. This time, it made it all the way up and struck Steerpike on the side of his head, knocking his mask loose.
He let out a strangled grunt, but wasn't terribly injured. He was very angry, though. "I see," he hissed. "We'll have no more of that."
Nadia was readying another rock. Steerpike threw the bundle at her, full force.
It caught her in the stomach, and Nadia fell backward to the ground, her breath leaving her with a heavy "woof" sound. Steerpike sneered at her one final time, and then turned to march away.
Best to leave the little bitch to die. He wouldn't be back out this way.
Nadia lay on the ground for a long moment, trying to catch her breath. She was dirty, aching, hungry and thirsty and seriously pissed off. She kicked the bundle with one foot, then gasped at the impact. The cloth covering it fell away, revealing an old celebrity gossip magazine . . . and a metal artificial leg.
She scrambled forward and scooped them both up. She might be able to use this. . . . Once she was rested. She had to work hard tomorrow, after all, if she wanted to make sure she'd be in time to stop Steerpike on Thursday.
[ooc: no interaction, OOC welocme, NFB, yadda.]
She heard the sound of footsteps up above and shot back away from her small tunnel, wondering if she dared to hope if it was anyone but Steerpike.
It wasn't. Steerpike held a large bundle in his arms as he made his way up to the hole, tonight. He leaned over to grin down at Nadia. "And how are we this evening?"
Nadia glared back. "I am fine. You are a dead man."
"Now, now." Steerpike gave her an admonishing look. "I thought we went over this. No food or water for you, yet, then." He held up the bundle. "I did bring you something else, though." He smirked. "Do you want it?"
Nadia didn't want it. She pulled a hairband from her pocket and picked up a decent sized stone. "I want to know what the hell you think you're doing!"
Steerpike grinned. "I'm taking over. By this time on Thursday, I will be the one running this school and this town. Isn't that a wonderful thought?"
Nadia launched the rock with her improvised slingshot. This time, it made it all the way up and struck Steerpike on the side of his head, knocking his mask loose.
He let out a strangled grunt, but wasn't terribly injured. He was very angry, though. "I see," he hissed. "We'll have no more of that."
Nadia was readying another rock. Steerpike threw the bundle at her, full force.
It caught her in the stomach, and Nadia fell backward to the ground, her breath leaving her with a heavy "woof" sound. Steerpike sneered at her one final time, and then turned to march away.
Best to leave the little bitch to die. He wouldn't be back out this way.
Nadia lay on the ground for a long moment, trying to catch her breath. She was dirty, aching, hungry and thirsty and seriously pissed off. She kicked the bundle with one foot, then gasped at the impact. The cloth covering it fell away, revealing an old celebrity gossip magazine . . . and a metal artificial leg.
She scrambled forward and scooped them both up. She might be able to use this. . . . Once she was rested. She had to work hard tomorrow, after all, if she wanted to make sure she'd be in time to stop Steerpike on Thursday.
[ooc: no interaction, OOC welocme, NFB, yadda.]