Runaway Escapades [Seven//Kasen03]
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				Title: <strong>Runaway Escapades [Seven//Kasen03]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seven</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 22:40:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">CRACK!<br><br>It sounded almost like thunder. The sound of the wood breaking against her back was louder than her screams. Which was definitely saying something, since her screams were echoing off of the walls of the alleyway. Despite the screams, no one came. No one seemed to care, and both the girls there were hopeless as could be. They both knew that they probably wouldn't make it out of there alive, and honestly, they'd accepted that.<br><br>Another thunderous crack from the wood as the one girl doubled over in pain. This time they had attacked her front, hitting hard enough that the wood splintered and some of it ended up stuck in her. A redheaded girl sitting off to the side, waiting her turn, felt sorry for the other one. Neither of them had done anything to get this treatment, they were both just in the wrong place at the wrong time and as such, they were both now here, getting the ever loving shit beat out of them. Well, the one was, the redheaded was waiting til they finished with the other one first.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry Leah.. I can't help you.."</strong> the redhead muttered under her breath, making sure that the big brute standing next to her didn't hear her, or see her lips move. There were already rumours of her being a witch around the city and she didn't need these guys to start thinking that she was one. Although it wasn't that far off, seeing as she was starting to look into the religion of Wicca.<br><br>Another scream tore through the air, causing the air on the redheads arms to stand on end. She had to look away, she couldn't bear to watch it all. Why the hell were they chosen?<br><br><strong>"Listen, Doll. You need to be quiet unlike this little wench, got it? Lest you draw too much attention to us and get us in trouble."</strong> she heard hissed in her ear. Snapping her head around,she looked at the brute that was standing next to her, and could smell his breath. It was horrid. She would have brought one of her hands up to her face to plug her nose if it were't for the fact that they were bound behind her back with rope, and the more she tried to get her hands free, the tighter the bonds seemed to get. <br><br>A horn sounded at the end of the alley, where the road was, causing everyone to jump nearly a foot in the air. And the redhead saw her chance. She brought her foot out and tripped the brute next to her, who took her down with him, and scrambled off. She had to get out of there, and knew that eventually she would get far enough away that they would give up - at least that was what she hoped would happen. Poor girl wasn't sure what would happen to her now...<br><br>Her feet pounded against the pavement, almost perfectly in time with the shouts and hollers behind her calling her back and various other things - most of them obscene. She didn't care, didn't dare look back, and just kept running. It wasn't the easiest, since her hands were bound, but she managed. A couple of times she nearly landed flat on her face, and once she ended up landing on her shoulder, but she managed to make it to where there was civilization - or at least some people who would help her. ... at least she hoped so.<br><br>It was dark before she stopped, and she wasn't sure where she was at first. At least not until she saw the Starbucks and the smokeshop. She'd managed to make it to the busiest intersection in the city, Dundas and Richmond. Maybe now someone would help her out. <em>I wish I could just go home...</em> she thought bitterly, but she knew that if she did, they would find her there. Chances are they would look for her there, for a little while before giving up. And with that thought, she sunk to the ground, her back against the wall right by the McDonalds, and made it look like she was waiting for a bus while ignoring the pain from the little bit of a beating she did take. If she were to guess, they were all superficial, but still, ow.</span></span><br><br>Told you, sometimes my posts are long, sometimes they are shrot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Runaway Escapades [Seven//Kasen03]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 00:06:58</strong>
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				Stefan was out late.&nbsp; Dressed in a black sports jacket over his purple dress shirt - his tie loosened but still around his neck, he walked out of the small office tower at Richmond and walked down the street.&nbsp; He was largish, and in his mid thirties with dark brown hair and a goatee.&nbsp; His shoes and how he carried himself said that he was comfortable.. not rich but quite well off.&nbsp; He also didn't look like a native of London - but rather he was here visiting on business.<br><br>He tried not to swing the leather satchel he carried, although it had been a particularly good trip- if a long afternoon -to- evening marathon.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking down Richmond, he passed the bus-stop where it was pretty empty at this time of night.&nbsp; He remembered all the college students milling around when he had first passed this way.&nbsp; There was one girl.. at first it looks like the young street punk is just leaning back against the window, but there is something.. else.&nbsp; He recognizes that particular stance.. something in the way she held her shoulders.&nbsp; He looked away, realizing he was staring at her.. then back.<br><br>The street was empty..it was the strangest thing.. her alone.. her face showing that she was holding back.. something..pain..or maybe emotions.<br><br>He slowed as he walked past her.. glancing to try to catch her eye.. then stopped, turning around.<br><br>"Excuse me.. " he glanced at her eyes again.. "It's none of my business..but is everything okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Runaway Escapades [Seven//Kasen03]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seven</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 17:33:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">She started. Someone was talking to her? that was definitely new. She'd been sitting there for three hours and no one had even stopped to say hello. She'd received some change though, since a couple of people assumed that she was sitting there, homeless, and trying to get cash. She'd managed to get a total of about 15 dollars from the looks of the amount of change on the ground in front of her. But that wasn't what she wanted, all she wanted was help... and maybe this guy would help her with the binds that held her arms behind her back in a very painful manner.<br><br><strong>"Are you talking to me?"</strong> She sounded uncertain, not that it was surprising really. Thisw guy probably had no idea how surprised she was that someone was actually taking the time to acknowledge her.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Runaway Escapades [Seven//Kasen03]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:47:46</strong>
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				He glanced down..infront of her was a small pile of change.. but if his suspicions were right..she'd not be able to pick it up..not with her arms bound.<br><br>"Well.. yeah.." his hands reached into his pockets..finding some change there.&nbsp; He fished some out, letting the silver and bronze of the toonies fall to join the rest of the collection.<br><br>"You.. well.. you don't look like you're pan-handling.. is everything okay?"<br><br>He glanced at her face - but there was no sign of abuse.. just the sign of a rough life.. a defiant lip ring and suspicious eyes.
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