The Hostage

[tamaratalk]

Who: Tamara, Gerald, Franco

Comments

[silver_or_gold]

"Maybe you'd better wake him up -- that way, if he bolts or something, he won't have seen me," Gerald suggested.

[tamaratalk]

"Good idea," Tamara said. "Stay out of sight - or get misty, or something."

She wandered over cautiously towards the couch with a slice of pizza, trying to figure out the best way to wake up the sleeping guest-age.

Devil took this moment to decide to help the humans - she had been following Tamara in hopes of collecting a piece of meat from the pizza - andlept up onto the sleeping Franco to rub against his face. "Purrrrrow?"

[dsaf_labs]

"Mmrgh..." Franco yawned. "Hey, kitty... where'd you come from?"

[tamaratalk]

Devil purred and ingratiated herself to the enemy.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smythe," Tamara said. "You've been kidnapped and you're going to be here until you give us the information we need, so please don't make this hard on yourself by resisting."

She offered the slice of pizza.

[tamaratalk]

"Well, crap," Tamara said.

"Because the only thing he knows about being in there is blood and some chemicals for muscle enhancements or something."

She pondered. "Hm, maybe we could try giving you some blood at home and see how that goes. Want me to cut my finger so we can try it out?

[silver_or_gold]

"Uh, no?" Gerald eyed Tamara as if she'd offered to do... well, pretty much exactly what she just said.

[tamaratalk]

"Well, he said they're injecting blood in you. So if you can drink a little blood at home, maybe you won't need it. Or hm, well I guess we could inject it in you, but we'd have to have syringes."

Tamara pondered. "Oh, I have that scratch Devil gave me trying to climb up my leg the other day."

Devil looked innocent, and hopped back up on Franco's lap.

"I could pick the scab and you could lick it..."

[silver_or_gold]

"Uh... receiving a blood transfusion doesn't make you a vampire," Gerald commented, looking disgusted.