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Nov 18, 2010 02:14

Who: Franklin, Capa, Hayley. [Closed].
What: Not content with hand-outs-that-clot, Franklin searches elsewhere.
Where: Art room.
When: Nighttime.
Note: Forward-dated to Thursday.
Rating: R. Blood and death.

( It had been four nights since he had his last drink. )

robert capa, franklin mott, hayley stark

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victimofnoone November 18 2010, 07:22:36 UTC

Hayley ran her hands over the cabinets and shelves, all consumed with protection from the dangerous hands of the inmates, from her. It saddened her for some reasons she couldn't quite understand that the supplies were all stowed away from her, as if she would paint in a situation like this. Then again, perhaps she would. Certainly it would be more cathartic than doing nothing at all ( ... )

vfranklinmott November 19 2010, 00:40:43 UTC

No one came near the art room. All lost in their own survival. Strangely, this girl seemed obvlious to the danger she was in. Dark room, silence, perfect hunting ground. He remained crouched and moved behind her, allowing her to hear him. There'd be no sounds of breathing. She might have time to react and reach for her taser. But that'd be all the further she'd get.

Within a second he was behind her. With both hands he grabbed the back of her shirt. He chuckled, a sinister sound, and spoke in her ear.

"You should be more careful where you wander, little girl." He then pulled her backwards out of the chair.

victimofnoone November 20 2010, 02:39:31 UTC

Hayley didn't comprehend the noise she had heard until he was speaking in her ear. Before she could process his words, she was falling to the ground. The girl hit hard, landing directly on her shoulder blades (left more than right). There was something about this situation, perhaps the tone of his voice, that reminded her almost instantly of when she had run into Jack Tyler in the Master's world-- the time she had died ( ... )

vfranklinmott November 20 2010, 02:51:38 UTC

A tiger who enjoyed toying with his food before devouring it. After she landed, he moved to a crouch over her, and watched with amusement as she attempted to get up. She wouldn't get far. He swatted away the hand trying to claw him as one might an annoying fly. If she continued her attempts at scratching, he'd grab the hand and hold it against the ground.

He glanced over and noticed the taser. Just beyond her grasp, but not his. He grasped the object, and looked it over.

"Now, what would a pretty thing like you need with a weapon like this?"

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