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Post by Miranda on Sept 26, 2003 20:25:51 GMT -5
Tara giggled happily, enjoying working on her painting. So pretty...so many reds. She loved the red, couldn't understand why people were so upset when she went to get more. After all, it had to be just the right shade, or else the picture wouldn't look right.
Humming to herself, she cut another vein on one of her victims, filling her pot again. "You're not going to last much longer, are you?" she conversationally asked the corpse, mixing the blood with some water to give it just the right texture. "Time to go shopping, I suppose."
But for now, she just continued painting and humming.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 26, 2003 20:37:17 GMT -5
Nina lolled her head on the cot, not even bothering to eye her visitor "She got out didn't she? My little artist macabre"
The ceiling was an interesting shade of institutional white, but the odd, rust colored flecks lent it some sort of color. She smiled "Of course she did, else you wouldn't be here. I was expecting you, you know...she can only do without true crimson for so long..."
She laughed "...and when she runs out, she tries to find substitutes. Such sad things, the people she finds...such poor, innocent creatures...but it's never just right now is it? Never fits..."
Abruptly she sat up and turned around "You're scared of me...you know you did this to me...undercover too long...you get too close to the suspect...and now you want my help?"
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 27, 2003 18:51:30 GMT -5
He stood in the door frame, black coat hanging around him and despite the hour and being inside, sunglasses wrapped over his eyes. The lenses were dark and offered no glimpse at his eyes, instead the reflected the one whose gaze he held.
It was Nina right now, sitting on the bed, rambling on and wasteing time. He sighed and rubbed the ridge of his nose, pushing down on his glasses a little but still not revealing his eyes. "Do you want a sedative or something?"
He straightened and pushed his glasses back up. He looked down at her and found some truth to her words. Yes, she did scare him. But now wasn't the time to worry about that, or admit it. So he turned to leave and waited to hear her follow.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 27, 2003 19:24:03 GMT -5
Not like the last one...her gaze drifted back up to the ceiling and it's flecks. Nina smiled, so easily scared, though he did handle it well at least.
...but it also seemed to make him forgetful. She listened to him walking away and tried to estimate when he would remember that her ankle was handcuffed to the bed. Probably make it all the way outside before he remembers to come back for the dear little assasin they think is insane...
she shrugged to herself His time to waste
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Post by Miranda on Sept 27, 2003 22:31:58 GMT -5
"There we go, my lovelies. Another one done," she sighed contentedly. "Though I really must go shopping now." As she spoke to herself she grabbed the items she'd need, tucking them in a plain leather back-pack before slipping a coat on and heading out of her studio.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 28, 2003 18:03:55 GMT -5
He made it to the end of the hallway and turned the corner before he snapped. Dammit, with a sigh he turned back, reaching into his coat and bringing out a set of keys. He tossed them to the girl as he reached her room, the keys sliding across the floor to knock against the bed post with a metal 'ping'.
"You coulda done it yourself," he commented as he watched her unlock the cuffs, "wasting time."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 28, 2003 22:48:55 GMT -5
Nina scooped up the keys and smiled "I'm supposed to follow the rules remember? That means no picking locks and so forth..."
standing up, she stretched thin, scarred arms above her head and sighed "It has been rather boring. Now, shall we stop wasting time in hunting down my rogue protoge?"
She smiled sweetly and hooked her arm in his, throwing him neatly across teh hallway and snatching his trench coat from his as he flew. Throwing the trench about herself she continued towards the door "You also forgot street clothes for me. Wouldn't want to draw attention to America's dirty little secrets would we?"
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Post by Miranda on Sept 28, 2003 22:50:43 GMT -5
She carefully watched the people pass her, looking for just the right one. Not too fat, not too thin...perfect.
Smiling, she rose from the chair she'd been sitting in at a cafe and began to follow her speciemen.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 28, 2003 22:59:27 GMT -5
Christina smiled, feeling like it was pasted on her face as she wrote down yet another order...Yes, yes the salad does have lettuce you twit
She ground her teeth, yet nodded and listed the salad dressings yet again...she wouldn't even work here if she didn't need the money for supplies..."I'll be right back with your order"
She nearly ran off, not noticing anyone getting up or moving, and frankly, not caring.
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Post by Miranda on Sept 28, 2003 23:28:00 GMT -5
"Excuse me," she said softly, catching the woman's arm. "Do you have a moment?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 28, 2003 23:35:47 GMT -5
Christina stopped, turning back to glare at who ever had grabbed her arm and upset her waitress tray. She softened when she saw the slight woman.
For a moment, she thought she recognized the woman. Searching her memory, she smiled "The art gallery right? I saw you there...isn't it a shame they closed it? I was kinda hoping ot get my work into there..."
She glanced at her manager quickly "Hey, I have to get this order in, but then I can talk okay?"
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Post by Miranda on Sept 28, 2003 23:56:01 GMT -5
Oh, what a shame. It always hurt to have to use someone who was also an artist...though at least she might understand. "Yes, and certainly," she smiled, pointing to the table she'd risen from. "I'll be right over there."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 0:16:14 GMT -5
Christina hurried through the order, even smiled when she delivered it to the beligerent man. With a sigh and a flounce, she seated herself at the table and smiled. "So what did you need?"
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Post by Miranda on Sept 29, 2003 0:21:44 GMT -5
"An opinion, actually. I have some pieces I've been working on finished, but I don't like sending them off without getting others' thoughts first. I thought you might be willing to stop by my studio and tell me what you thought of them. I remember that you had some strong opionions at the museum, after all."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Sept 29, 2003 0:28:28 GMT -5
Chris smiled "Well, I get off shift in about an hour...I can give you an opinion, but I don't have any of my pieces in a exhibit, so my advice probably isn't worth much..."
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