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| Eresai Norwood | Sep 8 2008, 09:42 PM Post #46 |
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God, was this kid just going to sit there like an overwhelmed child and stare into the darkness? Had it been her in his position, Eresai felt sure she would have tried to do something much more proactive such as sneak off in a daring attempt to escape the perils facing them. Ah...the good ole days when she could actually do things such as that and not have to worry about the consequences. In truth, she probably would have gone dashing off with some flip comment like 'Catch me if you can Boys...' just to entice the attackers, but no. Here she was doing glorified babysitting. Anything would have been better then the silence. Yes, they had to be quiet but that didn't mean it had to be to an extreme. The forest was noisy enough that it was doubtful they would be able to hear their soft spoken whispers. Oh well, alls well that ends well. With any luck, some other agent would be rushing off to come to their resuce. At that point she could transfer responsibility for the boy to another and take off to fight off the villians. Her lips let out a pathetic sigh filled with a wistful edge. "So kid, what's your story?" |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Sep 10 2008, 04:14 PM Post #47 |
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Donnan glanced over at Sai absently. He wasn't particularly eager to share his story with her. He didn't know her, except for the fact that she knew how to save lives... and how to kill. He sighed, looking away again. She was several years his elder, a fact he'd learned to take note of. In his experience adults were rarely capable of anything, but felt entitled to everything. She seemed capable of some stuff, but he doubted that would help with the latter. Adults also had a hard time when you refused them stuff. Cessford used to cuff him if he opened his mouth without being asked first, but Merlin forgive him if he was asked a direct question and didn't give a full answer. Once he had been stuck in an enclosed space with Sai, he fell back on the familiar ways. Before he could have run off if she tried to beat him, but now she could get to him if she wanted and he couldn't even fight back. Which left him with limited options. He might as well speak up. "My mum left when I was little," he said, frowning a little as he wondered if she would think he was trying to get pity from her. That was the last thing he wanted. "Dad started drinking after that. He couldn't pay the bills and we moved in with Dad's stepdad, Cessford. Cessford worked during the day and Dad drank so I took care of the house... and Ailia. If something went wrong it was because of me, and I took the heat for it. I learned early on that every action has a consequence, I guess. Came to school when I was eleven, which you probably guessed. Got the bad leg from a couple of older kids because I'm a blood traitor- Cessford is a muggle. Anyway, Ailia ran off a little after I went to school, probably because I wasn't around to save her from Dad or Cessford when they were in a bad mood... Cessford was pissed that she ran off, blamed me for it. I got kicked out. Lived a summer in Knockturn Alley, came back to school... Found a place to stay this summer, though, thank Merlin." |
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| Eresai Norwood | Sep 13 2008, 10:29 PM Post #48 |
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Eresai stretched with a delicate roll of her shoulders that made her entire spine crackle with pleasure. As much as she enjoyed long stakeouts she preferred just killing all the brutes and getting it over with. Hm…there was a thought for her soul. At what point had it become easier for her just to kill a person instead of waiting for an easy escape with the coming daylight? In any case it was this type of thinking that generally kept her alive, and maybe it was about time to teach this boy a thing or two about defending himself and responding to commands. Her mouth opened like a fish out of water before realizing he had actually responded to her earlier question. Had she been in his shoes, it was doubtful she would have told anything concerning her past. Her mouth closed in a tight wedge frown as she tried to pull herself into his story. Well, at least, she hadn’t been forced to endure anything much worse then the orphanage. It would seem, however, that he was not quite so lucky. In fact his life seemed to be quiet painful. No wonder the agency was choosing him for any type mission work, though she doubted he realized that. “Yes…didn’t you say you would be staying with Cade Browen.” Mmm…Cade. A chance encounter in the woods and she was all over that gorgeous man, though she doubted there was a woman in their right mind that wouldn’t just jump such a guy. Shaking her head out of such a thought process, she pulled a smile. “Thank you. You know it’s your past that they chose you for. There are so few people who have absolutely no reason to live in the past that they can survive this kind of work.” Her fingers absentmindedly drew in the dirt as she stared off. Maybe it would have been better to enjoy the past instead of having to live in the present only. Oh well, times for such thinking were over. “Plus, few people will ever suspect you. That alone makes your worth everything.” She, however, was always being suspected of something or another. Apparently being pretty just wasn’t worth what it used to be. Now a-days it only made people wonder what she was up to behind her little smirk. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Sep 14 2008, 07:41 AM Post #49 |
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Donnan didn't remember saying that he was living with Cade, so he didn't answer that question. Perhaps it was some sort of test? Or perhaps he really had said that. He didn't know, nor did it truly matter. He frowned when she said that his past was the reason he had been picked by the agency. Did they think that being abused made someone stronger? He wasn't so sure if he felt the same way. He wasn't brave, or strong, or smart, and despite having gone callous on the outside, he still had a desire to learn to love... He was only twelve years old. He would hope that at some point he would have something to live for. Would the agency make sure that was not the case, thinking him invaluable only as he was? Or would they kill him if he actually decided to have a life? He had hoped that he'd still be allowed to be a child, in some aspects. Still allowed to make friends, have relationships... But perhaps he would, as long as he kept up with his duties, or whatever. He was supposed to blend in. Sai had said that it was that which he had been picked for. People shouldn't suspect him... So they wouldn't. |
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| Eresai Norwood | Sep 19 2008, 09:55 PM Post #50 |
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Eresai let out a breath of frustrated air, too long pent inside lungs that just burned for the kid to do something of any kind of interest. Seriously, all he would do is sit in the same spot and refuse to respond to anything that was being said. Maybe, just maybe, if she threw a rock at him something would happen out of this night, though that seemed to be a bit cruel didn’t it? Surely somebody at the agency would frown upon her maiming their newest agent. Oh well, life wasn’t entirely fair. Besides, this seemed to be more her problem than his. She wanted there to be some sort of activity otherwise she tended to become anxious and kill people. Oh those were good times. Slumping to the ground, a smile tried to shine its way to the boy. Her fingers began to absentmindedly spin a stick around her fingers. The solid piece of wood would prove worthy against any one of the advisors awaiting them. “Okay, I’m leaving. You’re welcome to join me or wait here for your agent.” Slipping out of the wooded area, her body immediately crouched down and began to creep toward the first of many of the men awaiting her. The weapon spun out and struck the jugular, before her feet sidestepped behind him to rapidly snap his neck and let him fall noiselessly to the ground. “One down…” The words were mere murmurs as she continued to cautiously advance into the forest. |
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