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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:22:55 GMT -5
*Death shook his head.*
“Sorry, gave up smoking a decade ago. Found out it was bad for me. Who knew?”
*He stretched the darkness further into the room, sitting on a chair in the corner.*
“So…you find a way. But not out of this one yet?”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:24:10 GMT -5
"I'm immortal, not Houdini," *said Thatcher dryly.* "Might shock you to hear, but not everyone has your aptitude for turning themselves into mist."
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:25:31 GMT -5
*Death shrugged.*
“Give it a few millennia. You might figure it out. Those sorts of things take time.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:29:08 GMT -5
"That bastard will die before long. I can wait it out," *stated Thatcher, calmer now.*
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:34:00 GMT -5
*Death nodded in agreement.*
“Yeah, you’re probably right. What’s another…say fifty years of being eaten every day? That’s not so bad in the grand scheme of things. And I’m sure he’ll let you go near the end. He wouldn’t want to die with you still all chained up…”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:42:27 GMT -5
"I think I've proven myself capable of handling it. Or would you rather I fake some blubbering to pad your ego and let you enjoy yourself a bit more than you truly ought?"
*Thatcher let his head fall back and squeezed his eyes shut. His voice rose to a falsetto pitch and he spoke with childish and halting speech.*
"Mommy! I promise I'll be good now! Make it stop! I want my Mommy! Mommeeeeee!"
*He levelled is gaze back at Death and quirked an eyebrow.* "There," *he said in his regular low tones.* "Will that do?"
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:47:57 GMT -5
*Death was completely unmoved by the mockery.*
“Thatcher…you just don’t know when to quit, do you? But now that you’ve got time…and I’ve got time…I think we should make a standing appointment. Maybe we could do lunch.”
*He thought about it for a moment.*
“Maybe next time I’ll bring the wife and kids. I’m sure they’d love to catch up.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:51:10 GMT -5
"I'd adore seeing the family," *grinned Thatcher.* "How good of you to bring them. Nothing says "Your Daddy/husband loves you" quite like forcing them to be in the company of the man who violated them--all of them--in special, special ways."
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:53:08 GMT -5
*Death shrugged.*
“I would never force them. Somehow, I doubt I would need to. And my guess is…special, special violation will be involved.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 1:03:07 GMT -5
"Thanks," *said Thatcher dryly.*
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 1:05:06 GMT -5
“Don’t thank me. You made your own bed to lie in.”
*Death almost giggled.*
“Chained to.”
*He shifted slightly.*
“But no worries, I’m sure that someone will miss you eventually. Surely there is someone that would be interested in your rescue.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 1:07:34 GMT -5
"Thankfully, there isn't. I've never had to rely on anyone else yet and I don't plan on starting now," *said Thatcher spitefully.* "Mommy never hugged me."
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 1:09:34 GMT -5
“Well then…”
*Death stood.*
“I’m glad to hear that you are so comfortable in your new position. I think I’m gonna hit the fridge on the way out. Do you want anything while I’m up?”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 1:17:18 GMT -5
"I wouldn't mind a Heineken. If he's going to eat my liver I'm going to make certain it won't be the top cut of meat."
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 1:22:32 GMT -5
*Death dutifully left and checked, returning empty handed.*
“Sorry, he was out. I did put it on the grocery list on the fridge though. So maybe next time…”
*He pulled out a small hourglass.*
“Oh look at the time! Must be off, but it was ever so good to catch up. You have a great day and I’ll be seeing you soon.”
*He nodded and slipped back into the shadows, vanishing.*
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