<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Maeve practically began to grind her teeth into dust at the fake answer this man tossed her way like a greasy dog bone for a starving pet. She felt so many things at that moment, and none of them could really be described as positive. Surprised wasn't really on the list either, sadly. She hated that Evie had to be brought into whatever this was along with her, wishing that there were a way to negotiate her friends' freedom in place of her own. Lockhart would only suffer if she watched her suffer as well.<br/>
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Contract... The female practically snorted at the word. "<b>Amazing. Aren't contracts legally binding? What's legal about this?</b>" She barked, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. It was like being a caged animal, except you were put in the cage with a predator meaning to harm you. It was so much worse than feeling trapped. Evie demanded they halt to a stop, and Maeve's glacier grey eyes widened as the limo actually complied. However, it wasn't because of what her brunette friend had requested. They arrived wherever it was they were being whisked off to, by the looks of it. A bigass mansion. Maybe it would have been an attractive sight under differing circumstances.<br/>
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Black suit razzed about how they would have their hands full with the two girls, and Maeve chewed the inside of her cheek raw. That inspired such a spike in agitation that words couldn't form. The younger seeming one crawled out of the vehicle, extending his arm to the girls like they had arrived at the royal ball. Only she wasn't wearing a gown. She was wearing invisible chains. Being told not to run sounded like they planned to possibly just... Kill them if they didn't listen. She wasn't up for that. There had to be a way out of this. It was possible. It's always possible.<br/>
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The bright-haired femme pulled herself out of the vehicle next, grabbing the hand of the man who stretched it toward her. It seemed like a genuine, gentle grasp for a moment before she curled her grip around one of his fingers and twisted on her way out. "<b>Oh, my bad.</b>" She smirked cheekily, flattening out the bottom of her long sweater like it was a casual Sunday.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Atlas was tremendously amused by the bite in their words. It sounded like a flurry of firecrackers demanding to be heard. But they fell upon deaf, apathetic ears, unfortunately. All the legal jargon was just juvenile complaint to those who didn't yet understand the world wasn't the beautifully painted picture they assumed it to be. It had undertones of another kind; darker, and more sinister. He didn't want to think of himself as such, though. No, he wasn't a sinister man. He just seemed that way to these girls who didn't know any other life yet.<br/>
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As Benjamin joked, he stifled a laugh of his own. "<b>I'd prefer a bit of a hassle to a drag.</b>" He admitted, shrugging confidently. Evangeline insisted upon not being touched once the limousine screeched to a halt, and Atlas lifted his brows, shrugging. "<b>That's not a problem. Help yourself out. We're all going to the same place, anyway.</b>" Badwinds expressed, winking flirtatiously as he pulled himself out after Maeve, leaving only Evie behind.<br/>
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His eyes shifted toward her rather rapidly, observing her next move under the watch of himself and his brother. Their driver was still seated comfortably in the front, waiting for everyone to have cleared out so that he could take it out of sight until they needed it again. "<b>Come on, Evangeline. I have a lot to show you. It's not all bad like you think. Your room is specially catered to your liking. It has whatever you need. You'll see. But if you stay in there, I'll have to get you out myself.</b>" He grinned, hands diving into his pockets idly as they waited.<br/>
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He didn't expect anything else to happen up until their sister Trinity hollered from the front door. Atlas hadn't even heard it open. "<i>What is this!?</i>" She hissed bitterly, storming up to the brothers in pink flip flops. By the looks of it, she was wearing them to protect her freshly painted nails. He hated the scent of nail polish. It was toxic. "<b>Trin, it's a birthday surprise.</b>" He retorted sarcastically, scratching at the base of his neck. He didn't expect her to notice so quickly that they were going to be having others around. It was definitely expected that she wouldn't take it well, and by the looks of her stomping her feet with frustration, he was right. "<i>You know damn well my birthday is in two months. What's this really about? What the hell are these?</i>" She pressed, gesturing stiffly to the girls.</span></span>​</div>