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[stedelweisshelp]

Day: 69.
Characters: Bad Girl, The Prince, Ianto Jones, various others.
Summary: Things going bump in the night.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night. A few hours after lockup.
Status: INCOMPLETE, ask before joining?

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[wannahitthat]

Bad Girl absolutely hated the peaceful atmosphere. She was in some honest to God horror-movie-style asylum, and everything was just quiet. It was so boring. She wanted to break that silence, to just kill someone, it didn't matter who. It'd only been a couple of days, but she was missing murder already.

Rather than relieve stress her usual way (to be honest, she really did feel annoyingly vulnerable without her bat), she only kind of kicked a few doors as she passed by. Not even with any feeling in it, really. All she had on her mind was finding some kind of alcohol. She didn't even care if it was wine or something, just as long as it could make her feel a little more normal again.

Naturally, the search wasn't going so well.

[stedelweiss_npc]

Her search may not have been going well, but she wasn't the only one out at this hour hunting. The other presence had successfully located what it wanted, and unfortunately for her, she was it.

If she cared to pay attention, perhaps she would have noticed the sudden chill in the air, or the faint hiss of a wheeze that came from seemingly nowhere. It was the only warning she would get.

Whether she noticed or not, it didn't matter. There was nothing to be seen, but there was certainly something to be felt; a sudden pressure around Bad Girl's neck. Something like an invisible rope tightening and, abruptly, dragging her down the hallway.

[wannahitthat]

As a rule, Bad Girl wasn't so great at reacting, whether or not she was sober. Even if she had noticed the warning, she probably wouldn't have even gotten in a scream of "Rape!" before it was too late.

The tight pull on her neck, though, didn't exactly leave much room for her to continue on obliviously. She nearly fell straight over backwards with a loud, choked cry, but managed to stay mostly on her feet, her heels dragging on the ground unsteadily.

Anyone that happened to glance her way probably got an good view of her panties, though. At least something good was coming from the situation. On the other hand, they would also get an earful of her yelling--not typically something anyone would want to deal with.

"What the fuck!? Asshole!" she shrieked half-intelligably

[stedelweiss_npc]

As far as her unseen attacker was concerned, she could kick and scream all she liked. She wouldn't be released until it wanted to release her. It couldn't exactly respond, either, aside from another breathless wheezing sound. If it were possible for a dry puff of air to sound mocking, that one surely would have.

The rope-like presence remained and continued to pull Bad Girl down the hall, around the corner, towards the stairwell...