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| Livia Meiland | Mar 17 2008, 03:19 AM |
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Livia and Luke stood behind the board that created the back for an old and rusty bench at the trolley stop. Her finger flicked the paper she was holding, creating a popping sound. Earlier that day Somerled had called her in, given her ca couple papers and told her she should go kidnap "that" kid. So after being directed to Luke, the two had made their way. Now she looked at the paper and frowned, "Spoiled, babied, and empathetic? Do you see anything, maybe -um- impossible in that." Livia stoked her wispy hair in frustration. "It's a seriously good thing he told me to bring you, Luke, this kid's going to have a serious meltdown when her situation is explained to her. I'm almost willing to leave her be, almost." She flipped the paper, and folded it, tucking it away into the pocket of her big, thick, blue dress. The ruble and squeaking of a bus was starting to make itself apparent in the distance. Sticking her head out a little bit, and idly playing with a sticker some little kid had stuck to the back of the board she watched it approach. "Uh, there's a whole herd of them," she whispered as the loud chattering companions of this "Kat" came of the bus doing what they did best. Livia giggled softly as Kat's entire bag contents made their way as far from her as they could possibly go. As Kat walked off, away from the stop. Livia made no motion to move and follow her. She leaned up on the board, "What sort of action for this girl, then?" In her head she was trying to figure scenarios, she'd have to find a way to keep the girl immobilized, maybe somehow shut her up till they managed to get into the woods and deep enough so no-one would hear her scream. She didn't much like how her idea sounded, but she gave that feeling little thought. She again turned her head in Kat's direction, who seemed to occasionally slow down to rub her temples, or wrap her measly jacket around her. Signaling toward Luke she began to follow her, using the trees and brushes on the hillside as cover. The wind blew her hair about, and she distressed when she found she had to keep pushing it out of her hair. She let out a soft little moan of despair, brushing it from her face again. The amounts of times the girl would waver about and look dizzy bemused her, Kat looked as if she'd had a good few drinks before arriving, although this may not have been the case, as a covering of leaves and branches blocked Livia's vision as she watched from the cover of a bush. She really hoped she didn't keep needing to give people parts of her clothes, that girl could chill to the bone, she wasn't going to tear a bit off her clothes. And then finally the girl stopped. 'She nudged Luke, who had settled himself by her, "Now go out and make sure to grab her so she won't move. Maybe the arm or something, We don't want her to think it's anything other that a kidnapping." She clapped her hands together as she usually did when she'd come to a conclusion. "If you can, try to get the bag off her, she'll get it back, but she's disoriented and it may serve as an anchor." |
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| Ill Winds · Greave Trolley Stop | |
6:50 AM Nov 25
