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Post by Chloe on Sept 29, 2009 15:36:43 GMT -7
[[Eehehehehehehe!!! BTW, I'm going to make Isabella and Mirium after I post.]]
Tyson sighed. He should've expected as much from a killer. Maybe he shouldn't have been so trusting... He was always too trusting. And it seemed to be a great downfall of his. Breathing heavily, he pulled the metal lid to the tunnel that took him up to his house closed and locked it from the inside. Nobody was getting in now. Plopping down on his top bunk, he didn't even remember to put away his wings. Normally he used a ladder that could be pushed down the tunnel. But today Douglas had seemed in urgent need and of course, Tyson had no idea where Isa kept putting it. Isa was a good old family friend, along with her mother Mirium Nordin who owned the library and was the head librarian. Isa, or Isabella, was her only daughter. She planned on inheriting the library from her mother when she passed away, since for Mirium retirement was never an option. Both girls knew about Angels and Isa and Tyson had been best friends for years. He was very grateful for this, because it got him a room when both his parents died as a boy of only thirteen. Mirium was practically his godmother now, and he would be eternally indebted to her for all her care. He sighed and looked at the metal 'door' that sealed the hole in the floor, wondering if it was safe to go back down or if he should wait it out longer.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 13:13:13 GMT -7
Whitney sat on the cold cement, slowly catching her breath. Her eyes wandered around the room and a feeling of insatiable curiousity overwhelmed her.
Where had he gone?
This new voice still made her nervous, and she didn't trust it, even though she knew it was simply herself. She sat there in the over-whelming silence a little longer, but then the voices started to seep back into her thoughts.......
He was kinda cute..... don'tchya think? said Angela, a smile obviously on her non-existant lips.
Is the attractiveness of the male half of the human race all you ever think about? Parker snapped at her.
Sean supported him, Yeah, you do seem a little obsessive....
What?! Now that smile was gone, Maddy, surely you don't support these two brainless fish!
The other girl turned an insubstantial head away in shame, Sorry, but sometimes you are a- a bit single-minded.......
They continued to banter and Whitney ignored them, like she always did. She wished she could at least talk to Mystery Man; afterall, the only person Whitney knew of that knew her real name was her mom. Mom was a long ways away back home and sick with terminal brain cancer, at least she had been five years ago....... The old hag was probably dead by now.
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 15:41:35 GMT -7
[[Bleh, shortness...]]
Isabella smiled, two plastic bags full of food in her arms and a soft smile on her face. She hurried into the back room of the library, quickly making her way to the back of the rooms, before noticing a stranger sitting on the floor. Blonde, obviously distressed and by the looks of it hopelessly lost. Setting down the bags of food, she hurried up to the mysterious young lady and tried to give her most friendly smile, even though it was a bit uneasy.
"Hello, miss. May I help you?" Isa spoke softly and sweetly, waiting for a reply and hoping that this lady wasn't looking for one of the Santo boys. They always seemed to get into trouble...
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 18:43:56 GMT -7
Whitney looked up at the sound of the woman's voice. She gave her a blank stare. She waited a long moment before answering her question, trying to compile a good answer. After all, she didn't even know the Mystery Man's name.
"I'm looking for someone who went back here. He's blonde and in his early twenties or late teens. I need to talk to him about something kinda important."
What was she going to ask him? Was him knowing her real name really that important?
Yes her voice whispered in her ear, it could be dangerous, or other things........
((((((ooc; how is he going to be able to know her name? (srry, mines short too.......) )))))))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 19:10:22 GMT -7
[[Psychic senses, far better than Douglas is let on to believe... :3]]
Cocking her head to one side, she frowned. She had to word hr answer properly or risk everything, including poor Tyson's stay here. The Santo boys and their chicks... And then Isa realized that maybe she was a bit jealous of Tyson and all his girls she realized whatever it was could wait.
"Well, I don't think I know such a boy... Oh, you mean Tyson! He's one of the aids here." She smiled and nodded. "Bit of an odd sheep, you know? But I like him. He's got to be somewhere." Isa pretended to look around as if curious to his whereabouts. She'd have to get him out somehow. And then she saw a pair of green eyes watching them. Tyson, who had both heard and recognized Isa's voice, had slipped down while they talked to be unseen.
"Tyson, come out this instant! Girlfriends are the least of your worries now, you ignorant little sheep!" Isa demanded, and Tyson slunk out with embarrassment on his face - even though it was faked. He was good at acting.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 19:27:50 GMT -7
((((((ooc; u must realize that some one who's been on the run as long as Whitney could tell if some one was lying to them in their sleep))))))
All of it was a lie. I could tell in an instant that the woman was defending him. He didn't need to be defended, I didn't have a problem with him. But at the mention of the word 'girlfriend' I nearly lost it.
"I'm not his girfriend," I muttered.
I glanced at them and their pathetic attempt to....... do what?
"Listen, i just have to ask him a couple of questions and you guys can go back to what ever it is you're doing." I stood up and looked at the both of them again, my gaze settling on the woman. "And I would highly prefer that our conversation is private."
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 19:41:09 GMT -7
Isa looked over at Tyson, but he only briefly nodded her dismissal. He could handle his own against Whitney. She might be a top-notch killer packing heat, but he had the loft up to his house and wings. So he had the upper hand, no? Okay, so he didn't. But he also knew she didn't want to hurt him yet. So he sighed and nodded at her, waiting for something to happen. Anything. Wouldn't Douglas just love this pickle? Tyson thought rather awkwardly. Isa was gone and he relaxed a bit, sitting down and looking over at Whitney, nodding.
"Yes?"
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 19:46:00 GMT -7
I told him very bluntly. "I need to know how you know my real name. The only person that I know of other than you that has that knowledge is my mom, and she's dead." Hopefully, I thought.
((((((ooc; srry, real short this time X] )))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 19:48:35 GMT -7
Tyson frowned. Great. Now he had a psycho after him and his knowledge. Maybe she knew about Angels? He could always ask... So he tried to gather as much courage up as he possibly could muster before asking a question that could make or break his own life here, Douglas' life here, and all his friends lives here.
"Do you know about Angels?"
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 20:02:25 GMT -7
Ok, Whitney had had her doubts about this guy, but he might be a definitely mental. But he wasn't trying to fool her.
"Angels? I've never been really religious....." She didn't like that her confusion was seeping into her voice but this was really quite a puzzle.... A memory came back to Whitney then. It was when she was a little girl in paris and she would always visit the pastry baker who rented her and her mother the apartment above his shop. He would always give her a free cookie and on weekends treats that where more expensive. He used to talk about all of his friends in a whistful sort of way and how wonderful it was to fly with the wings he missed so much. I would nod and just remind him to take his meds. I had been a sensible child.
I gave Tyson a quizical look, "When I was little our landlord said he used to be an angel."
(((((((ooc; the baker guy was a fallen angel, the council made it impossable for him to make his wings appaer.)))))))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 20:08:55 GMT -7
Tyson sighed. He'd get nowhere fast.
"I'm like your old landlord, and I have strange psychic sense too. Your name is Whitney A. Rayburn. You're from Paris. You will freak in a place without windows, are somewhat schizophrenic, you're an ex-criminal on the run and if caught will spend 12 years in solitary confinement. That would kill you because you have five voices in your head - Peter, Angela, Sean, Madigan, and your actual self, the actual Whitney. I could go into more details but I think best stop for now, no?" He smiled and nodded, not sure if she would shoot him or run or what. But he felt the strangest sense around her. And she was kind of cute...
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 20:41:04 GMT -7
She stared at him for a very long moment............................... and then slapped him. She didn't know why she did, she just felt like it.
"Sorry," she mutered, "Just had to get that out of my system........"
Wowee...... Parker said, this guy is smart, but he got my name wrong... Then Parker started to pout, jokingly, but it was still annoying.
Reminded that Tyson had gotten that detail wrong a wry smile fromed on my lips. "It's amazing that you know all that, but his name is Parker, not Peter, and he's highly insulted."
It was odd, all of my nervousness had vanished as dear Mystery Man spewed out all these facts. If anything I was comforted that someone knew who I was; Sean reminded me to be practical. I sobered my expresion and gave Tyson a hard look.
"You can't tell anyone. I don't care if the police come after you and torture you to death, you can't tell them anything."
But I did care. I always hated people being hurt, or killed, at my expense. It gave me a horridly heavy concience.
(((((((ooc; srry, can't spell (last word) )))))))))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 4, 2009 21:14:10 GMT -7
Tyson laughed.
"Parker, I apologize. It isn't that I use my skills often so they've gotten kind of rusty..." He said, smiling. And then he felt horribly guilty for the poor lost soul, so he decided to make her the kindest offer he could think.
"Our house is pretty secure. Only one way in, and it seals impossible to get in once locked. No windows, I'm afraid... But it's safe..." He shrugged, not sure if Whitney would take the offer or not. But it was probably the safest place around, for sure.
"Got TV, internet, and the like if that makes the offer any better..."
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 4, 2009 21:37:18 GMT -7
Whitney raised an eyebrow surpirsed and touched, but also suspicious.
"You're actually saying you wouldn't mind housing a criminal and a killer? And what's in it for you?"
In truth she wanted to accept the offer right then and there, but it pays to be suspicous, to the point of keeping one alive.
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Post by Chloe on Oct 5, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -7
"A better conscience and the knowledge of doing the right thing?" Tyson offered, shrugging. Guilt, mostly. And sympathy. But he wasn't about to say that and make her feel worse, now was he? So he sighed and shrugged again.
"Yes or no then?" He asked, beginning to wonder where Isa or Mirium had put that darn ladder...
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 11, 2009 12:06:31 GMT -7
((((((OOC: srry for the shortness)))))))
"Fine," I told him. "Fine, I'll stay."
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