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Whatever happens, we'll leave it all to chance.

Jun 27, 2009 21:07

Characters: Near fluffydetective and Grell Sutcliffe. Crimsonchainsaw
When: Saturday
Where: The streets.
Rating: PG-13 for kidnapping and antics.
Summary: Grell is going even more insane with this place and the lack of chaos in the fashion he enjoys. So he takes things into his own, lonely, hands.

( Another mindless crime, behind the curtain in the pantomime. )

grell sutcliff, *incomplete, near

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crimsonchainsaw June 28 2009, 06:28:32 UTC

Well now, what was this? A presence that was felt and that couldn't come too soon. For as many bubbling idiots that constantly posted on the network, the city was disturbingly quiet and vacant of life.

But oh that presence. Grell adjusted his glasses and glanced over his shoulder to the mesh of white hair that was turned away from him. An adorable looking figure from what he could tell. Small. Light weight. A child? Oh how he longed for a child of his own. Well-- a child with Sebastian~ Or William. Mmm, now those would be some wonderfully beautiful babies.

He turned and started to follow the little boy, the heels of his shoes making only the lightest clicks as deep emerald eyes focused in on the boy, watching for body movement or anything that might be a hidden mechanism on him. So far, he seemed to just be that...a little lost lamb.

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crimsonchainsaw June 28 2009, 08:33:24 UTC

The tension in the air was beautiful. A feeling of excitment washed over Grell as he followed the little boy, the thrill of the hunt surfacing wonderful memories of crimson. The hunt he and his Madam experienced with one another. The glorious feeling of hovering over someone with their eyes wide of fear and the crimson spilling out of them like a beautiful curtain in the stage. Such a stage...

He pursed his lips and cleared his throat in an attempt to call the child closer, to beckon him with the false facade that he present to that fool of a child and Sebastian.

"Oh dear, excuse me~" He called in a skilled voice that hid any intent. Time to raise the curtain on this vanishing act.

"I do believe I've lost my way, and you seem to be the only one I can find who could offer some help, dear sir." He said a little louder, hoping the boy would hear.

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codename_m June 28 2009, 14:15:15 UTC

((ooc: *Is so reading this*))