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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 22:57:18 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 15, 2006 22:57:18 GMT -5
*Nadir was thrown into a solitary cell after having confessed his crime to the leftenant on duty. They'd called him a madman for turning himself in, but shrugged and ultimately locked the strange foreigner up just in case. He sat on the damp cobbled stone floor amidst piles of musty straw that served as bedding and leaned his back against the wall, listening to the clanking of manacles and the shouts of the despairing in the cells beyond. A little sunlight streamed through a high window, but little else occupied the cell aside from a few indifferent rats who whisked in and out of holes no prisoner could hope to escape from.*
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:37:24 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 15, 2006 23:37:24 GMT -5
Sydney walked through the doors of the jail house with a professional looking pants suit and spoke to the guards smoothly, "I am an associate of the late Vicomte de Chagny and I've come to discuss legal matters with your prisoner whom I believe has turned himself in."
She watched the guards exchange unsure looks... "Right this way..." one guard finally said.
"Thank you."
Syd was lead to a rather disgusting old place, "Make it short, please." Syd eyed the man as he left and turned to Nadir... "Interesting place you've ended up," Syd said sarcastically in fluent Farsi.
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:40:04 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 15, 2006 23:40:04 GMT -5
*Nadir's head snapped up only to have him gaze dully at the woman before him. He vaguely recognized her, he just couldn't think from where.* Wait...that madwoman with the tape...a lot of good it did me...thinking to keep Susanna with the Vicomte... "Some might call it hell, and I'd agree with them, now that you're here," *he said with a raised eyebrow.* "What do you want?"
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:43:56 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 15, 2006 23:43:56 GMT -5
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Syd shook her head, "Is that anyway to talk to the person who's going to save your neck?"
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:48:39 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 15, 2006 23:48:39 GMT -5
*He raised a rogue-ish eyebrow.* "You think my neck is worth saving, mademoiselle?" *he flashed brilliant white teeth in a grin like lightning--gone a moment later.*
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:54:31 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 15, 2006 23:54:31 GMT -5
WTH is wrong with you, you moron? Why the f**k are you so d*mn emo?!?!?
Sydney casually lifted one shoulder and shrugged, "It's of no matter to me whether or not your neck is actually worth my trouble," she said cooly.
She walked up closer to the cell and spoke with a more serious tone, "I have a debt to repay and that's the only reason why I'm here; I want to make that clear."
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Jail
Nov 15, 2006 23:56:12 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 15, 2006 23:56:12 GMT -5
*Nadir frowned.* "A debt to who? I don't want to owe someone else's debt when you transfer your obligation to me just because you've decided my life is worth the effort."
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 0:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 16, 2006 0:03:54 GMT -5
((*IS DED CUZ OF UR SIGGG!!!!!!!11* "It's not a dream. Murder is real!" XD))
Syd snorted and laughed, "And you'd rather be hung? I think not."
"I have no choice but to...rescue you. If I had it my way, I'd be jeering at your execution," Syd smirked.
"You'll have no debt to me afterwards...Just promise me that you'll cooperate."
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 0:09:14 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 16, 2006 0:09:14 GMT -5
*Nadir looked sullenly up at Sydney.* "Frankly, I would rather be hung, but it seems outside forces are conspiring against me." *He stood up and brushed off his trousers.* "How were you planning on going about this whole farce?"
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 0:30:44 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 16, 2006 0:30:44 GMT -5
Sydney looked at him for a moment then started to explain the whole plan, step by step, in fluent Farsi.
"Any questions?"
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 0:34:07 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 16, 2006 0:34:07 GMT -5
*Nadir looked calmly at her.* "None. You've certainly put a lot of thought into this."
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 1:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 16, 2006 1:00:12 GMT -5
Sydney returned the calm gaze, "Impromptu planning is essential for survival in my field of work."
Syd finally nodded and sighed deeply. She glanced over her shoulders and saw a guards standing at the entrance with his arms crossed over his chest, "It seems like our time is up, good sir." Syd said once again in Farsi.
She extended her left hand carefully through the bars, "khodaa-haafez."
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 1:02:53 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 16, 2006 1:02:53 GMT -5
*Nadir gripped her hand strongly and shook it as this strange modern woman seemed to expect.* "Khodaa-haafez," *he murmured.* "Go in peace. Until we meet again."
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 1:11:21 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Nov 16, 2006 1:11:21 GMT -5
Sydney smiled and pulled her hand back. She gave a respectful nod, turned and left.
Right before she left she turned back to the head guard and held out her business card, "If anything should happen to him, I should be the first to know." With that, she turned and walked out into the bright Parisian streets.
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Jail
Nov 16, 2006 1:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Nadir on Nov 16, 2006 1:22:46 GMT -5
*Nadir drifted back into the darkness of his cell, sitting back down.* So she's going to save me? *He stuck his hand in his pocket and ran his fingers over the flask he'd hidden there.* I came here to die... *He smiled wanly.* Plans change, evidently...the plans others have for you...time for plan B... *His expression turned stony and he took the bottle from his pocket and examined it for a moment before uncorking it.* My life is my own...in my own hands... *He did not hesitate to tilt the contents of the bottle down his throat, wincing only slightly at the foul taste.* Save me now, Xandros. You will not. *he chuckled deleriously as the bitterness of the toxin spread ice and fire through his veins, consuming the life and soul of his body; and he lay writhing in the glory of the power he'd found in death.
Hours would pass before anyone would find the cooling body on the prison cell floor, an empty bottle marked as poison clutched in stiff, cold fingers.
The guards contacted the strange woman--she was the only connection the man seemed to have.*
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