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lt_safe_house2010-09-02 12:41 am
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Date/Time: 20 May, early evening
Location: Lobby, and wherever this takes us
Summary: Let the new plot commence
A taxi came to a halt in front of the manor. The driver looked at his passenger with concern. “Sir, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a--?” he started to ask.
The man in his back seat interrupted him hoarsely. “Yes!” he snapped. “Here.” He dug some folded bills from his pocket and shoved them into the driver’s hand before he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The driver stared at the money, both because of the bloody fingerprints left on it and because the man had much overpaid him.
The nameless stranger he had brought here was already moving towards the building. His gait was lurching, and he kept his right arm pressed close to his side, covering a spot where blood seeped steadily through his tightly buttoned jacket with his hand.
He barely made it up the few steps that led to the door, and stumbled into the lobby. For a moment, he stood at the door and looked around, his breath rattling and labored. Anyone looking at him had to see that he was in pain and at the limits of his strength, hardly able to remain upright. The traces of a recent beating were livid in his face. Judging by the scraped knuckles of his hands, he had at least managed to get in a few good punches of his own.
Location: Lobby, and wherever this takes us
Summary: Let the new plot commence
A taxi came to a halt in front of the manor. The driver looked at his passenger with concern. “Sir, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a--?” he started to ask.
The man in his back seat interrupted him hoarsely. “Yes!” he snapped. “Here.” He dug some folded bills from his pocket and shoved them into the driver’s hand before he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The driver stared at the money, both because of the bloody fingerprints left on it and because the man had much overpaid him.
The nameless stranger he had brought here was already moving towards the building. His gait was lurching, and he kept his right arm pressed close to his side, covering a spot where blood seeped steadily through his tightly buttoned jacket with his hand.
He barely made it up the few steps that led to the door, and stumbled into the lobby. For a moment, he stood at the door and looked around, his breath rattling and labored. Anyone looking at him had to see that he was in pain and at the limits of his strength, hardly able to remain upright. The traces of a recent beating were livid in his face. Judging by the scraped knuckles of his hands, he had at least managed to get in a few good punches of his own.
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Did he really want to trust even more people with the secret of his cell activator?
Fool! His extra-sense scolded. It stopped being a secret the moment you had the great idea of using it to save that red-head.
Instead of giving an answer, he suppressed a sigh and fished the pendant out from under his shirt.
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Actually, it might also have been the mention of "ambulance" that sent him down that road.
Somewhere he suddenly foudn the energy to shake his h ead and push himself back on the floor, away from the two.
"No," he gasped. "Stay 'way from me. No--"
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"Sshhh, it's alright, we're trying to help you, sir. Please calm down, you're injured. Just relax..."
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"He's likely to hurt himself worse if he's panicking like that."
Whatever had gottne him to leave his room without some more equipment on his person?
What were you going to tell her? Was the snide comment he got for that thought. Wait a moment, I first need to put on my mind control equipment?