<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Maeve felt her lip curl with revulsion as her arm was seized and twisted behind her own back, body forced into a submissive position that she was entirely against being in. As he remarked about how she could suffer ten times what was dished out, the pale-eyed femme felt her lips swirl into a catty smirk. "<b>Then I'll just have to make it count, huh?</b>" The woman hissed, even though she was well aware that threats were both unwise, and offered in futility, considering that she was capable of absolutely nothing right then. It was sort of like a kitten puffing out their fur to look twice their size, even if it accomplished a whole lot of nothing.<br/>
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Her friend sounded rightly ticked off, but it only had Maeve staring at her with a look that demanded she not make waves. Even if Maeve was being intensely caustic toward their captives, she didn't want Evie to follow suit and get herself hurt. Or worse, possibly. It still wasn't exactly known to them what would be going down behind the walls of the mansion. Her eyes raked over the random third girl who clearly knew the boys, eyes pleading and petrified. She permitted the emotions to flood through into her stare in hopes that this girl would do something. Anything. Just help.<br/>
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It only seemed to digust her, however. She waved her hands and growled a pointed, "<i>You guys are the worst.</i>"<br/>
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With a single swivel of the heels, she had hightailed it out of there, carrying away their chance of getting freed along in her polished-looking grip.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">This was dragging on far too long for his comfort. Even though he was aware that there wasn't anyone else around for miles, he was still aggravated that they were still outside. Chasing one of them down, should they make a break for it would be more of a hassle than he was willing to deal with. It was time to herd them indoors.<br/>
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"<b>Come on in. Don't be shy.</b>" He guided Evie, hovering his extended arm behind her back far enough to not make contact, but close enough to express urgency that he wouldn't be happy about them staying outside any longer. Within the walls and inside of their rooms, he would feel a sense of security in knowing that they wouldn't be able to sprint out of the place. There were safeguards in place.<br/>
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As he pressed on toward the front door steps, the door drew closer. He opened it with a polite gesture, angling his head slightly to accent the copious smirk that he had been supplying for the last hour or so.</span></span>​</div>