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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 15:54:04 GMT -8
She complied, vaguely knowing where this was going. She stepped back as he lit the fire, walking back to the class room they had entered, standing in the doorway, hands in her pockets. Delilah watched him disable the sprinklers, and inwardly shook her head. It was her mechanic expertise talking. There was an easier way, but that would take time to look at, depending on how and who installed the system. She folded her arms across her chest, eyes fixed on the stained tile. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 16:01:23 GMT -8
"Alright girl, get moving, back to the window."
He entered the room, and was going to cut her open with his claws if she didn't comply this time. What they were doing might have been wrong, and against the law. But what Valekin could do to her would land any American the death penalty. Which probably wouldn't be very effective on Kaluskov, as the belief of invincibility has made him uncatchable, and practically invincible in his own right. Sure, he could get hurt, but the likelihood of retaining injuries was nil.
"You won't understand why I'm doing this, you don't know about the problems this school has. Sure, you've probably heard about the violence. But the other issues, haven't been seen by you have they?"
What was that maniac planning? Something terrible I suppose, walking towards the window, if she complied that was, to place her between the windows and himself. Putting her in the way of freedom. There was a solution to this however. And considering the way she reacted, would either instigate him, or pacify him.
"So... have you?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 16:24:14 GMT -8
Delilah walked over to the window, being careful to not grit her teeth against the orders, listening to what he said. Delilah wasn't going to reply, like the rest of the last hour or so, until he stood before her. Sighing she finally lifted her eyes to his. "Violence and drugs. Otherwise, I know nothin' else. I haven't been going here too long, let alone living in this city." The black haired girl clapsed her hands behind her back, continuing to look up at him unblinkingly. "Beyond that, I know nothing else about this place."
What else could she say? Granted, it was the honest answer; she hadn't been here long enough to know the schools history. But, now knowing there was more that meets the eye intriuged her further. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 16:29:24 GMT -8
"Don't get involved any further then. It's for your own good."
He said, gesturing for her to exit through the window. Either she jumped or he'd kick her out the window. Either way she was leaving when he was leaving. It was the only way. After all, he wasn't going to leave someone behind to get him into any trouble, even if he was disguised, that was just plain old stupid. It was her choice in how she wanted to leave. Through the window, or through the window.
Just kick her already.
She's got a few more seconds.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 16:38:04 GMT -8
Delilah nodded breifly and moved her eyes from his before clearing the distance to the window. She planted her left palm on the sill, and pushed off with her legs, swinging her feet over the sill and letting her momentum carry her down. Delilah landed in a partial crouch, looked back breifly at the window, and started walking, keeping herself aware. Just in case...it was late and the alive with those who dared venture at this hour, especially so close to such a dangerous school. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 16:43:54 GMT -8
The creature jumped out the window, rather, leaped out of it. Soaring gracefully to land on the ground several meters away. The landing brought him into a roll, which brought him back on his feet, into a run. The feathers on the wings were ruffled, but that was about it. He didn't even lose the hat, or his footing. The man must have been an expert. Some sort of military trained person.
He didn't even thank her. People were constantly walking in on him while he was preforming his art. Especially women. It's what got them in trouble, it's what got them in deep. It's sometimes what gets them killed, or hurt. That's the way things were, how things have played out so far. Delilah was lucky to get out practically unscathed. Sure she'd have a bruise. But if the school played it's cards right, only the faculty would see the mess on the upper floors, and have to call the authorities to have it investigated and cleaned.
Which would get the message across. The following school days would probably be days off.
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