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Practice; The Kidnapping of Quinn Teraphal
Topic Started: May 2 2008, 02:33 AM (361 Views)
Quinn Teraphal

The sun is beginning to set, turning the sky a vibrant shade of pink. A lone child sits cross-legged under the large apple tree in the back yard. The light filters through the leaves, giving some patches of grass a slight reddish tint. The yard doesn't have much else in it, except a cardboard box and a green and blue bicycle. She appears to be unwatched; her babysitter is indoors, asleep. The sound of a radio can be heard faintly from the house. The gate opens slightly as a small breeze picks up.

The child covers her ears, glaring at the box. She's completely unaware of the gate opening, only a little aware of the breeze. Some denim is hanging out of the side. As the little girl stlares intensely at the box, the denim moves, seemingly of its own accord, back into the box. The pair of jeans that the denim belongs to seems to fold itself neatly as a book floats above them. The book drops. Slowly, the whole container lifts off the ground. It resists the breeze, and hovers a few inches off of the ground until a ripe apple falls into the box.

The girl jumps, startled by the apple, and then mutters a word she seems a little too young to use. As the breeze dies, another apple falls. Her eyes follow it, and as soon as it drops below the fence level, it moves to the left and lands next to the first apple. Her hands move back to her ears and she purses her lips, concentrating again. The box lifts again. She looks towards the bike, still thinking about the box, but it drops as soon as it leaves her line of vision.

She brings a tiny fist down on the neatly mown grass, blowing air out of her nose, and starts the process over again. Evidently, she's not one to give up easily...
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Sens slipped in through the garden gate, walking simply 'round the girl who seemed totally focused on the apples she was moving from the tree. She was used to moving slowly, she's done it enough times. So today on this breezy simple day it was not a hard task.

Of course her method of kidnapping the children, was indeed the one that people were most notorious for, saw to it that she never was one to make the child come with her. Which was why a thick burlap sack was held in the hand behind her back, and why she quickly clasped the child's mouth over with her other hand. "Good afternoon," she said simply, as she slipped the burlap sack over the child, and clasped it shut. If the child was screaming it could surely be heard now, In a few short moments having slipped through the garden gate again, she tried to stifle the screams through the burlap sack by covering what she thought was the girl's mouth. She walked, around a house and towards the looming woods. Her stance made her look as if she was carrying something like trash or laundry, and she held and handled the bag recklessly. She never grunted or made much noise.

Trekking through the woods with a burlap sack filled with a child was no small task, but she managed, and when she got far enough she set the bag down on the ground. Sitting down next to it, she slowly untied the cord that wrapped around the mouth of the back. She pulled the bag down around the child so that her head appeared from the brown mass. "I taking you home. Run away and you'll get lost. " At which point she let the bag down all the way, taking care to grab the girl's arm firmly enough for her to have a hard time running away. "I don't need to hurt you. You'll be with people like you, Quinn" She hoped that the girl would understand what she was saying, or at least be caught well enough that she would be linger out of curiosity.
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Quinn struggled for a moment, but didn't scream. When she was released from the sack, she looked up at her kidnapper in surprise and fear. She listened intently to everything the girl said to her.

"Well, I guess I'll go if you won't hurt me...but 'home'? My home's back there..." she replied, looking around. Worry gnawed at her stomach, the look on her face revealing the emotion as her eyes searched for any familiar landmarks. She pursed her lips, and then spoke in an even quieter tone than her usual one. She bit her lip and brushed her bangs aside with one hand, the other arm remaining in Sens's grasp with no resistance, as she said it.

"And how did you know my name? Who are the 'people like me', whatever that means?"

She looked quizzically at her captor, eyes wide with wonder and fear as if she were expecting a scary, action-packed bedtime story.
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Sens looked at the little girl for a moment an turned away, walking farther into the woods, burlap sack in hand, having been scooped up from the ground. She pulled the girl along for a few quiet moments.

"It's your new home, you can't stay at yours longer." She bit her lip, trying t o think of what to say, almost how to talk with her voice. As a quiet girl she rarely used her voice, and in the end said nothing much but snippets.

"Somerled told me you name. He sent me to get you." Another pause came. and she shifted her walk to start with the other foot, pushing her foot back into the penny loafer it was falling out of. "People like you. You can levitate things? I can talk to objects, Livia can change shape."

"Snappy snappy," said the screwdriver in Sens pocket, which only Sens heard. Learn more if you ask more question's? It asked, half directed at Quinn, who couldn't hear him and Sens.

" If she wants to know she'll ask. That's it." Responded Sens back, in her head.
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"Somerled..." Quin repeated under her breath. The name was unfamiliar. She walked in silence, for a moment, and then piped up.

"Talk...to objects? Surely you mean more than, say, the way I've talked to my stuffed animals before, when I was little...er. Younger. Um, do they talk back or something?"

In the back of her mind, Quinn tries to focus a little on the box she'd left behind. It had extra clothes and her well-loved copy of White Fang - she figured she would need them, wherever she was going. However, she wasn't quite sure whether or not her powers would work if she wasn't completely focused. She might be able to get the box at least out of the yard, but since she didn't know where that was any more, it seemed a little far-fetched.

"Then again," Quinn thought, "having telekinesis at all is far-fetched...just think about the box. The book, at least. My book...small, rectangular...page 37 has a tiny rip in it...it's in the box. The box is just big enough that I can carry it..."

She continued to think about the possessions she was trying to mentally drag behind her, hoping it would work, but at the same time, wanting to hear the answer to her question.
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'You'll meet him" Sens simply replied. "Yes, they talk back. And believe me, you probably don't want to hear them."

"Was that a crack at me, you horrible child." Said the screwdriver. "I've helped out out far to much, and all you do is stick my head in to tight spaces and make it hurt." Sens made a face at this remark. "It's your job," She said, "Please don't tell me you wanted to be a ballerina."

"Please don't tell me you've developed a sense of humor."

"Yup, you don't want to hear them."

The woods were beginning to get thicker, and Sens, was trying to jump from tree root to tree root. "did you leave things at home?" She noticed the concentrated face that Quinn had gotten all of a sudden. "We'll get it for you once you get settled."
They always attempted to get things close to the child, but it was pretty hard, especially once the parents realized what happened. They'd have to send one of the stealth kids.
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Quinn broke her concentration and relaxed, looking somewhat dazed. "Oh. Okay."

She had only managed to move the box an inch, but there had been a lot of effort involved. She fell silent and, although her pace slowed nearly imperceptibly, she moved like a robot, anticipating the roots and branches. She seemed listless as she hopped over a root here and ducked under a branch there. If one were to look, they'd see that her eyes seemed dulled, her face void of emotion. A stream of simple, disjointed thoughts ran through her head: "There's a cost for everything. I hope there are nice beds there. I'm hungry."

They went on like that as she followed Sens, and she hardly noticed that she'd never seen this part of the woods before.
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It seemed this girl was just as quiet as she was, this was turning out wonderfully easy.

The weaved through the woods for a bit, problem was that they were in the wrong part of it. They were going to have to find the stream and follow it into the woods. She knew relatively where it was from here, she was looked at small broken tree branches that usually marked the way.

"Let me know if you hear water."

The branches were broken more frequently as they went., but they were subtle, broken but not pulled off, you could see the white wood inside the bark, drying from the dew that had settled there n the morning. They were pretty close, she could almost hear the trickle of the stream. Just a little farther and she could smell the fresh water.
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Quinn's pace slowed just slightly more as she continued to walk. She was still in a daze, until Sens spoke.

"Let me know if you hear water."

At the sound of the other girl's voice, Quinn tripped on a root that was jutting up into their path, wincing as her toes were smushed during her brief struggle to reclaim her foot from the tangle of underbrush. It seemed to wake her up from her daze.

"Um, okay," she said quietly. Quinn began to pay intense attention to her surroundings and looking behind her, trying to remember the path, looking for indications of which compass direction they're heading in. She also kept an ear out for the sound of the stream, occasionally picking up small stones and tossing them in front of the two with her mind, listening for splashes.
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