Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 9, 2009 17:44:01 GMT -5
*Rach rounded a corner stealthily, eyes wary and but body relaxed. It was obvious that she was used to going around town with an M-16 poised and ready to shoot. She carefully eyed her surroundings before running over to a strange looking establishment with--what was that? A pie crust awning? She pushed that thought out of her head as she peaked into the parlor of the restaurant.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 17:50:32 GMT -5
Ned, meanwhile, played idly with the various corpses of fruit strewn about in the back room, gently poking them with one finger and watching as the thing fleshed out and gained color, as it was brought to life. A second life that did not quite belong to it, but Ned wasn't complaining. As long as he didn't have to pay for the overpriced fruit at the local market...
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 9, 2009 20:37:39 GMT -5
*But the quiet and tranquility was rudely disturbed by a brief yet loud jangling of pie making utensils in the kitchen.
Rachel froze.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 20:51:32 GMT -5
As did Ned.
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he slowly angled his entire frame towards the door to the back room, silently got to his feet, and edged his way into the kitchen, step by step. His gloved hand maintained a rather weak grasp upon several dead strawberries, black with decay. In the back of his head, he wondered whether it was that irritating squirrel again; he swore he had properly closed the front and back entrances, though.
"Hello?"
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 10, 2009 14:02:32 GMT -5
*The kitchen, however, had no signs of disturbance: all the pans were stacked neatly in their place, the flour and knives untouched.
Then, the small chime of the bell that hung over the front door signaled Rachel's entrance into the parlor. While most people would've just sat down and ordered a slice of pecan pie, she stood there, in the center of the restaurant, pointing an assault rifle in the pie maker's direction.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 10, 2009 19:34:17 GMT -5
Holy...
"...crap," he finished aloud. The several strawberries in his hand plunged instantly to the ground as his arms flew up into the air, a show of his innocence.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 10, 2009 23:22:20 GMT -5
*Her face remained stony and focused as she held her rifle pressed close to one cheek, keeping it still and aimed. It was hard to tell what was going through her head.*
"Put it down," *she said quietly in clipped tones.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 11, 2009 22:32:28 GMT -5
Ned's mouth rounded into an "O" shape and then, crumpled into a crooked line.
"Oh, maybe, you didn't catch that--you're a bit far away. Uh, anyways, the strawberries have been dropped. I've released my hold on the fruit. Nothing else here...see?"
The pie maker held out his hands to Rachel, displaying both their back and palms. His expression mirrored that of a child who had been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 19, 2009 23:15:31 GMT -5
*She sighed, frustrated.*
"Not you-- you."
*It was hard to tell but she was actually pointing her rifle at the man behind the pie maker... the one holding a cleaver up in the air, disturbingly close to his neck.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 20, 2009 20:39:41 GMT -5
"I--but there's no other me because I'm the only me. If there were another me, then, that would indicate me being one half of a pair of twins. But that's not possible because I don't have a twin...as far as I know. Or there's the other option that maybe I've gone insane."
Maybe the girl had gone insane, he couldn't help but think. Obviously, he was the only one at the restaurant--excluding the individual holding up a gun.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 21, 2009 14:44:45 GMT -5
"Yeeeah, that'd be creepy," *she considered for a moment.* "But seriously, bail jumper, six o'clock. Don't move."
"You want to add murder to your list of crimes? Embezzlement's two years; trespassing is at least one; Murder is the guillotine. You might be a thief but you're not a murderer. This is way out of your element. Just put the cleaver down and let me bring you in."
*A tense minute passed before the bail jumper finally dropped the cleaver on the counter top and put his hands up. Sighing with relief, Rach crossed the parlor and moved in with her rifle finally lowered.*
"You okay?" *she asked the really tall guy as she tied the bail jumper's hands with the plastic ties she had taken out casually from her bra.* "You're not gonna have a heart attack on me, are you?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 21, 2009 18:58:20 GMT -5
Silence fell amongst the three of them following Rachel's question, and the seconds ticked by as Ned rigidly turned about in place in order to gape openly at the bail jumper.
"You mean to tell me...that there was a guy with a...cleaver behind me this entire time?" he managed to wheeze.
His eyes fell to the weapon on the counter, and damn it all if he didn't feel a bit faint.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 21, 2009 20:19:56 GMT -5
*She tightened the restraints really tight and smiled despite the guys curses.*
"It's okay. We can't all have eyes on the back of our heads," *she said with a sweet smile completely unlike her previous demeanour.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 21, 2009 20:46:20 GMT -5
"Heh," he chuckled, if a bit weakly.
Ned was now thoroughly convinced that the girl was a madwoman on the loose. He ought to get that gun away from her hands...
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 22, 2009 18:07:18 GMT -5
*With the criminal still in her custody, she put her rifle down and held out her hand.*
"I'm Rachel," *she said, aware that he must be creeped out by everything and trying to make things slightly normal. Then again, her definition of normal was exactly of the generic sort.*
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