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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 4:02:38 GMT -5
((((Can I bring her in? Pweasey? Pweasey weasey?)))
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 4:03:47 GMT -5
(((Hm...if you feel the need to, then yes. You may.)))
(((Angsty angsty)))
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 4:07:37 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
So much for lie ins. I felt him the minute he came back. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. There was no reason for me t go, but I wanted to. I wanted to see him again.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 4:16:51 GMT -5
"Now," I continued, bringing a siver knife seemingly out of nowhere. "I owe you a scratch, oui?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 4:19:20 GMT -5
Dru seemed to agree with me as we both backed away, into the darkness.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 4:23:03 GMT -5
"Ah ah," I said, stepping forward. "Dere's no need to run dere, femme. Jus' give me the girl back, an' I let you go. Deal?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 4:29:56 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
The school. They were at the school. Who had told me that? Mal, I think. Yeah, Mal. Everything was a blur.
(((Jessy)))
I shook my head. Francois wasn't nice. For all I knew he'd kill me just to annoy Doc.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 5:15:23 GMT -5
"You've been a very naughty girl, Dru," I sneered. "Taking my daughter like dat. T'ink I might 'ave to punish you a bit, mm?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 5:17:38 GMT -5
I ran for it, pattering down the halls of the basement, trying to find safety. Drusilla followed, looking longingly back at Miss Edith.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 5:23:00 GMT -5
"Oh, dropped you're dolly?" I sneered, picking the doll up.
"you leave Miss Edith alone," Dru said petulantly. "This is all wrong. you weren't supposed to be here. The Stars said you were gone, all gone, not here anymore. Nasty Two Face, this is all her fault, it is, she encourages you, she does."
"I'm sure," I said, putting the doll on a nearby table. "'Ere's the deal. We walk past eachot'er, I go get Jessy, you take you're doll and den leave. I see you after my girl again, you won't survive to see anot'er day, understand?"
"Nasty Swamp Rat," Dru muttered, nodding her head. We walked past eachother, neither making a move. I headed down after Jessy as Francois retreated back to his 'cell'. Then I noticed.
In all the excitement, Rogue had slipped away.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 5:30:44 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
The door opened, but I knew I'd missed him. Always just that little bit too late. I turned away, disappointed.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 5:35:19 GMT -5
(((Third person))) "You're here," a soft voice said. "The nasty two Face that woke up the Swamp Rat. Ruined everything you did. He almost hurt Miss Edith, it's all so wrong, so very wrong and I'm still so very alone. He went deeper in, deeper down, looking for Baby, won't find her though, oh no he won't, Miss Edith said so, she's down here, looking for bait going fishing, trying to catch my Dark Knight. no one but her, she whisperes, she's the only one that can hurt him, she says, only one allowed. If you hurry you might catch him but Baby's gone, gone, gone gone..."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 5:41:55 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
"Wha-" No, no time to understand it. Whatever it meant, it was trouble. I hurried down the tunnel, racing to find him, her, them.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 18, 2005 5:44:36 GMT -5
"Jessy?" i called. "Jess..." I stopped. there onthe ground was Jessy's jacket. On one sleeve, there were several gashes, like lots of tiny spikes.
Like the ones Rogue has on her whip.
"Alright, 'luv'," I hissed. "You wanna play hardball. Fine. We play hardball."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 18, 2005 5:51:37 GMT -5
Once a month I could handle. But twice a day? Being kidnapped was really getting old. And I loved that jacket. Rogue had forced me to drink a concoction of various herbs, shuting my powers down and making me feel exhausted. I could barely move.
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