[Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2
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				Title: <strong>[Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 00:00:29</strong>
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				Ted stared down at the newspaper that revealed yet another victim of the serial killer, making more than a dozen so far.&nbsp; It wasn't hard for someone of his knowledge, even ignoring the tabloids, to realize that more than a simple human killer was on the loose.&nbsp; The question that arose was what, and why.&nbsp; A name in the article caught Ted's eye, and it took him a moment to realize that it matched a name on his schedule for the day.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Detective Linda Whitestone was quoted as saying: <em>'We are making every effort to catch this serial killer, and once again are asking for help from the public.&nbsp; If you have seen anything unusual near the site of one of these murderers, we ask you to contact 911 immediately.&nbsp; Even if it is nothing more than a shadow or a sound, anything could help.'</em>"</strong>&nbsp; It sounded like they were grasping at straws, or maybe pursuing stranger leads...<br><br>He check his schedule once more to verify the name:<br>Whitestone, Linda: 598 Handle Drive, Westport - 7:30 AM<br><br>He would, it seemed, perhaps have a chance to find out more from someone involved...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 01:30:11</strong>
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				Ted got to drive his truck and tools by himself which was one more reason to smile. He had a few of them really, some were the causes of others. For example, the reason he got a truck by himself? Because he gladly took the 7:30 AM jobs while others cringed at the idea of even being up that early. In fact, at most, he would give some variation of 'Golly, I better go to bed early' if he ever got a job for much sooner.<br><br>So Linda Whitestone could be very pleased to know that he Electrician was bright, chipper, and wide awake as he heading toward his first stop for the day. If the clock in the Wesport Power and Lighting, Co. truck and the GPS was accurate then he was going to be about 17 minutes early to boot. By golly he was going to have Linda's problem licked, or a problem at least. The other problem came from this killer he's heard so much about. He was going to have to find out more about that.<br><br>The man who would knock on Linda's door had a smile on his face, a smile that didn't seem genuine from all angles but from most certainly. He was about 6 feet tall with dark hair and glasses and he obviously kept himself in shape- at least in the idea that he was around his ideal body weight. Not pudgy at all but not a body-builder by any stretch. One could almost say that he was quite physically unremarkable, he just seemed almost sunny to look at him.<br><br>He adjusts his belt, checking to make sure he has his tools on him one last time. Like he's done 4 other times since he's gotten out of the truck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 02:31:19</strong>
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				The woman who answered the door was an attractive young thing who looked to be in her early twenties, though something about her made Ted estimate late twenties to early thirties instead.&nbsp; She was perhaps five feet eight inches tall, and has tousled brown hair that fell to just above her shoulders.&nbsp; She had a pink silk robe wrapped around an attractive looking body, and every indication seemed to be that she had just woken up.&nbsp; She stifled a yawn with her fist before she spoke.<br><br><strong>"You're early."</strong>&nbsp; She informed Ted.&nbsp; Her eyes, he realized, were fully alert and took in everything with an impressive intensity.&nbsp; He got the sense that this was not a woman to underestimate.&nbsp; <strong>"Come in."</strong>&nbsp; She said as she stepped back and motioned him in, then pointed to a flight of stairs leading to the basement.&nbsp; <strong>"Circuit breaker is broken, two rooms don't have any power."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 04:21:38</strong>
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				Well, that was a very pleasant surprise indeed. Ted takes a moment to 'appreciate the house' with a smile on his face. In truth he's checking for signs to see if she lives alone, or at least that if she doesn't live alone that nobody else is home.<br><br>"<strong>If you'd rather I'd be late I can come back,</strong>" he jokes pleasantly, keeping a level of professionalism if he can. And as much as he'd prefer to do otherwise, he does have a job to do. The presentation she gave for it could of had more flare but be did indeed need to get to work.<br><br>"<strong>You're going to have to sign off on the job when I'm done, why don't you come down with me? Might teach you a thing or two.</strong>" he says, the smile never fading from his lips like a friendly neighborhood Electrician should.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolling a Persuasion/Subterfuge if I really need it. Don't think I do need to roll but I'm playing it safe, she really would need to sign off on it when he's done. But just in case, I believe it's 5 dice if it's Persuasion and 6 if it's Subterfuge.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 05:05:01</strong>
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				There were several pictures of what looked like a man on a table in the next room, but he couldn't hear anyone moving about in the house.&nbsp; The woman cracked a small at his joke, then stifled another yawn.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"No thanks, I need to get ready for work."</strong>&nbsp; She answered before yet another yawn.&nbsp; <strong>"You should be able to find me in the kitchen in fifteen."</strong>&nbsp; She motioned in a vague direction towards the back of the house. <strong> "If you have any problems I'll be upstairs..."</strong>&nbsp; She turned to go, then turned back.&nbsp; <strong>"Make sure to knock first."&nbsp; </strong>With those final words she started heading towards the stairs across from the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 06:03:55</strong>
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				Outwardly, he's all smiles as he nods politely and begins to turn toward the basement door. Inwardly, his reaction is much less pleasant. Oh the things he would do right now if he was free to do them, but that Circuit Breaker- oh that Circuit Breaker just danced in front of his mind, like it was taunting him.<br><br>No, no use in just whining and complaining. He makes a plan, he adapts to the situation. This could still work and work even better if the fix is fast enough. Concentrate on getting that out of the way. When she's out of sight he quickly takes the stairs, getting the light as he finds the damn box.<br><br>He gives it a proper fix, because it doesn't feel like he has a choice otherwise, but he goes for quick and not pretty as his tools fly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Now a definite roll. I believe this is Intelligence + Crafts w/specialty I believe, so 5 dice plus however many you give for him having all of his professional grade tools for the job. And if he overshoots the difficulty, he'd take it in speed if he has a choice. :P</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 06:33:23</strong>
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				It was a matter of only five minutes for Ted to pop out the defective circuit breaker and replace it with a new one.&nbsp; An easy fix for anyone, let alone him.&nbsp; He quickly tested the circuit, when it proved to be working, he was left in the basement with ten minutes before the woman was slated to arrive in the kitchen to meet him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 07:06:03</strong>
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				He would of sworn every moment that it took as well, but he doesn't swear. Swearing is for delinquents and bikers and such types that frequent pool halls. He most certainly wasn't one of THOSE people. He had a steady job, and important one too when it came to how society functioned.<br><br>He ascends the stairs back up into the house, heading for the next set of upward stairs to see if he can figure out where the woman is. Hopefully, she's in the shower and if so he has plans for her. Good plans. Important plans.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 11:06:29</strong>
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				As Ted reached the second floor of the house, he heard the muffled sound of a shower.&nbsp; It took a few minutes to locate the door and, from how it sounded, he was willing to wager it came from a bathroom off a bedroom.&nbsp; He had just located the door he thought was the correct one when the sound of the shower cut off.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 00:28:47</strong>
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				Linda Whitestone may not of looked like much, at least from a combat perspective, but there had to be more to her. She was a police detective after all, those people aren't supposed to be pushovers. No playing too much with this one, she'd find a way to fight back. This one he may not overpower but he had other ways. He tests the doorknob quietly, most certainly not knocking, and if it's unlocked he quickly opens the door while he brings up something from deep inside. Something that he brought with him from Somewhere Else. There were lots of names for it, he just called it The Voice.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Popping a Willpower to use Hypnotism. Dice is (Ted's Manipulation + Intimidation + Hypnotism) - (Linda's Wits + Resolve). That's 9 on Ted's end.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 02:44:30</strong>
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				Ted opened the door into her bedroom without issue.&nbsp; It was a clean affair, but lacking anything that truly made it hers.&nbsp; There was a pair of pictures on the walls, her family judging by the advanced age of those in them, and her suit was laid out on her neatly made bed, but that was it.&nbsp; He could hear a soft humming from a second door, but when he checked the doorknob it was locked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 03:14:15</strong>
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				Locked. Couldn't be this easy. He takes a moment to come up with a plan and in the end it's a rather simple one. She has to come this way soon obviously. He ducks off to a side of the door, the side with the hinges. He could pick the lock, sure- but why do that when she's going to come to him soon?<br><br>The Voice is primed and ready to go with orders. Go back into the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, put her hands on the counter, spread out her feet and plant them. No moving or talking unless he gives permission. Nice, easy, non-violent. The Voice never worked when the orders were obviously violent- he always wondered why but figured it was for the best. Made him think about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 03:56:24</strong>
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				Linda was dressed in nothing but some white panties and a white bra as she unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into her bedroom.&nbsp; Her body was fit and toned, she was clearly a woman that worked out multiple times a week.&nbsp; Her eyes went to the door, and she spun around as she immediately realized something was wrong.&nbsp; Ted's voice hit first, and she suddenly stiffened, turned, and returned to the bathroom.&nbsp; She walked to the still wet sink and placed her hands to either side of it, her feet spread to shoulder width and her eyes locked on her own face in the mirror.&nbsp; Ted could see that she was trembling, as if trying to resist the impact of his compulsion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 04:31:05</strong>
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				Ted smiles- good ol' Voice. This one obviously had some Willpower-with-a-capital-W behind her but it just was not enough to save her. Smirking, he steps into the bathroom as well- discarding his tool belt onto the floor.<br><br>"<strong>Gosh, you are pretty Ms. Whitestone.</strong>" he says while stepping forward. No need for a few things any more. Stepping behind her, he unclasps her bra first and gives a straps a bit of a forward slip to let the garment fall off of her shoulder. Then he grabs the edge of her panties to give them a good shove downward.<br><br>"<strong>Now, as much as I'd like to celebrate the situation- we do need to have a chat. This serial killer you are looking for. The one that's killed. . .what was it. . .12 people in the last month or so? I'd like to hear more about him. So I'm going to give you permission to talk, as long as you tell me everything you know about this killer. Someone really should have a talk with him or her, they really should.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 06:57:12</strong>
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				Linda was visibly shaking as Ted removed her simple white bra to reveal her small, perky, breasts and small nipples.&nbsp; Her dense V of brown pubic hair came into view in the mirror as he shoved her panties down to her knees.<br><br>She made no noise despite his permission, and Ted realized that he had made a mistake in his use of the voice.&nbsp; He hadn't compelled her to talk.&nbsp; She couldn't move, couldn't fight, but he would have to do more to get her to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 07:14:29</strong>
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				Ted is visibly perplexed for a moment, starting to take off his own clothes as he thinks on it. When it dawns on him he has his arms out of his official work uniform, revealing that if he's wearing anything underneath it's not in his top half. His top half is out of the jumpsuit when he speaks.<br><br>Of course she isn't talking yet. Tenses. He comically hits himself in the head about it- d'uh, he said 'going to' as in future tense, not present tense.<br><br>"<strong>I officially give you permission to talk no louder then you would in a normal conversation.</strong>" he flat out says, making sure he gets her attention by looking her dead in the eye- at least of her reflection- while he says it. The last of his work uniform goes over his hips, revealing that he was naked underneath. He wondered if she could see how excited he was, down there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 10:03:25</strong>
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				<strong>"I don't know who you are."</strong>&nbsp; Linda growled, though fear was evident in her voice. <strong> "Or what you have done to me."</strong>&nbsp; The fear grew stronger, clearly she didn't understand how he had locked her in her own body. <strong> "But you won't get away with this.&nbsp; I am a detective in the Westport Police Department, and unless you leave now I will make sure you spend the rest of your natural born life locked in a tiny prison cell being raped in the ass by a two hundred pound man with a skin condition.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 23:05:42</strong>
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				He laughs at that, giving her ass a slap then he begins to fondle it. Nice. Tight. Definitely a woman who works out a lot. He leans forward, the free hand reaching around to start molesting one of her breasts as well.<br><br>"<strong>Language,</strong>" he scolds her for swearing.<br><br>"<strong>I might have to punish you for that, wash your mouth out with soap. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance- I want to know everything about this serial killer case you are working. The one with a dozen or so victims so far? You may have a hard time believing it at the moment, but it isn't me. Honest!<br><br>Oh, and I should mention- I don't like torturing people for information but if you're going to be late for work anyway. . .well, just an idle thought really.</strong>" he says with a chipper chuckle like he just told a joke over coffee. He accents his point by giving her a little shock on her nipple.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dread Attack, but pulling it to the point it doesn't do any damage. Just a little bit of a shock to one of her nipples.<br>Intimidate Check to encourage her to talk about the case as well. I think Presence + Intimidation so 6 dice, plus however many you want to add for circumstances and equipment.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 00:34:23</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't touch me!"</strong>&nbsp; Linda hissed as his rough hand closed on the soft flesh of her breast.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know anything!"</strong>&nbsp; She growled just before he sent a jolt through her nipple.&nbsp; She screamed as the burst of electricity shot through her chest and made her heart contract painfully, the piercing noise quickly fading into panted breaths.&nbsp; <strong>"You won't get away with this."</strong>&nbsp; She repeated, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 00:56:20</strong>
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				He clicks his tongue as he shakes to head as if scolding a child. This won't do, this won't do at all. He's got his own schedule to keep after all.<br><br>"<strong>Dear, oh dear. You should just talk.</strong>" he replies. Sure, he could just Voice her again but this defiance was something he'd have to put down anyway. May as well make it official.<br><br>"<strong>I mean, think of our respective schedules if nothing else. How else are you going to have any chance of getting to work on time?</strong>" he asks, grabbing something nearby with a cord. It's not for hair-drying, he holds it like a garrote and moves to put it around her neck.<br><br>"<strong>But really, why would you be the one making statements if you don't know anything? Talk, if you would be so kind.</strong>" he says as he tightens it. Not enough to stop her breathing, but enough to get noticed. Plus, it's something to hold onto when he spanks her ass and gives it a little juice- again, still going more for pain then damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 01:31:07</strong>
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				Linda laughed, though even to her ears it sounded forced.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"If I'm late, a squad car will be breaking down the door in thirty."</strong>&nbsp; She informed him, even as she felt him wrap the cord of her hair dryer around her neck and tighten it.&nbsp; Her breath changed, deeper, long, as if she was trying to hold back her fear.&nbsp; <strong>"If you kill me, you'll never make it to prison.&nbsp; They'll put a bullet in your head before the end of the week.&nbsp; Police avenge their own."</strong>&nbsp; She paused, a shiver running up her spine.<br><br><strong>"What are you?&nbsp; Who are you?"</strong>&nbsp; She demanded, as if only just realizing that he had shocked her breast with nothing but his finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 19:58:04</strong>
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				He chuckles like she just told a joke and an amusing one at that, but then stops with a look of consideration on his face.<br><br>"<strong>Well, I guess it would look that way. Alright truth to be told, I'm not <em>planning</em> on killing you. Didn't even cross my mind until you said something. But, you know, cord around neck, bathroom, the two of us in the natural, the moment inspires, you know how it goes. Things. . .kind of happen. Not proud of it, but there you go.</strong>" he says like he was explaining some spilled milk on the kitchen counter.<br><br>A hand goes low, and starts roughly molesting her womanhood- and he calls it that because to use cruder words is not something people with respectful jobs do.<br><br>She gets another shock then, right on one of her lower lips- not enough to actually do damage.<br><br>"<strong>Tell you what though, the longer I'm here the more likely it is that something will kind of happen, if you catch my drift. Why don't you tell me everything you know about that serial killer you're looking for and I'll be out of your hair all the sooner.</strong>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidate again. She will talk!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 01:42:42</strong>
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				Tears filled Linda's eyes as Ted's hand came down and began to rub and torment her.&nbsp; She began to tremble again as she tried to resist his compulsion, though with no success.&nbsp; Her lips once more parted in a scream as a jolt of electricity shot through her body.<br><br><strong>"I don't know anything!"</strong>&nbsp; She protested, her voice a pathetic whine.&nbsp; <strong>"We don't have any suspects!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 02:35:09</strong>
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				His molesting of her body continues in earnest as his manhood becomes excited enough to poke her from behind. He smiles, considers getting on with the main course right then and there but inwardly sighs- work to do. Still, he could use that to his advantage.<br><br>A pull on the cord to interrupt whatever she may be feeling while he gets the point across.<br><br>"<strong>Oh hey, feel who else decided to show up? Looks like we're about to get to know each other, bibically even! Last chance, everything the police knows about this killer. Rumors, Victim Patterns, and all the sorts of Rude things they do to the victims. And trust me, it didn't take a genius to figure out that you guys don't have a suspect.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 03:41:11</strong>
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				Linda burst into tears as he promised rape, the words that came out of her mouth an incoherent mess of begging and information on the killer.&nbsp; Ted was unable to get anything useful out of the mess of words.&nbsp; She seemed terrified, broken, at the thought.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Westport HtV] IC-Main Thread 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 04:11:56</strong>
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				Well, he tried. But he broke this one down before he got anything good out of her. Inwardly, he sighs. He knew from experience that the more he did certain things- among them using The Voice- the less pleasant the consequences tended to be. For others.<br><br>"<strong>Tell me everything the police and you know about the killer. Even rumors and guesses. And do so clearly, please.</strong>"<br><br>Yes, the Please was unnecessary when using the Voice but one should be polite. Of course, his manhood gets closer to her womanhood with every passing moment, but he tries to control himself.
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