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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 18:05:55 GMT -5
Syd dragged Irene into another secluded room in the cellars. She kicked an old wooden chair to the center of the room and heaved the unconcious woman on the chair. Syd then took out some rope from her backpack and tied Irene to the chair...
Now... She took out some smelling salt from her pocket and waved it under her nose.
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 18:11:21 GMT -5
I came to my senses slowly. A tall, slender woman was standing over me, and I found myself bound to a chair. Don't panic, I told myself.
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 18:28:04 GMT -5
Irene slowly regained conciousness but still looked very dazed.
"'Ey...ey! Helloooo.." Syd said slapping some sense into Irene.
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 19:22:20 GMT -5
"Alright, I'm awake!" I tried to shift into a slightly more comfortable position. "Well, I assume you're going to tell me what's going on. I don't have much money, if that's what you're after. But I'm assuming it's something more than that."
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 19:54:28 GMT -5
Syd over to a table sat down, and crossing her legs and making herself comfortable.
"No. I've got all the money I need for this job... What I need from you is your skills, Irene." Syd took out the pictures of the Vicomte and his...lovers...and walked over to Irene
"I'm pretty sure you know this man..." Syd said cooly as she showed her pictures of him and a random whore. "Oh. I believe that was when he violated that nun...That bastard." She muttered as she showed Irene pictures of the Vicomte and the nun.
She then put the pictures away. "I hired a man a couple of weeks ago to tell me when these...moments...were happening. But it seems like that bastard ran off with my money this week. What I need from you, Irene, for your experience. With your detective skill, I think you'll be rather useful to my plan..."
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 19:56:54 GMT -5
((It's not as if everyone doesn't already know...))
"Well, it depends. What exactly is it you want me to do?"
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 19:59:58 GMT -5
((I know...I think I'm going to change it.))
Syd simply smiled. "Follow him. And let me know when...events...are happening..." Syd walked over to her backpack. "Or else...Hmm...Your mother has rather beautiful eyes..."
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 20:02:51 GMT -5
"Well, I can't exactly follow you when I'm tied to this chair, now can I?"
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 20:04:38 GMT -5
Syd was getting annoyed. "Don't get cocky, hun. Let me break it down for you this way: I know where your mother lives...I know where you live ((DUHHhhh)) so I suggest that you play along."
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 20:07:06 GMT -5
((Hey, it's like that episode where Marshall was being tortured by the aisian dude, and they threatened his mother! Except there Syd was the good guy.))
"Alright, I take it back. But I still need help getting out of these ropes."
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 20:21:06 GMT -5
((LMAO! XD Kinda backwards...hmm... GOD I miss that show!)) "Just remember that little tid-bit, 'k?" Syd slowly untied her ropes.
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Post by Irene on Sept 27, 2006 20:25:29 GMT -5
((I guess you're like Sydney's evil twin or something. I used to love that show, even though I thought she should have chosen Will over Vaughn.)) I rubbed my arms where the ropes had cut into them. Sydney's threats notwithstanding, a job was a job. And after what he did to the nun, I no longer had eny sympathy for Raoul. "Lead on."
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Post by Sydney on Sept 27, 2006 20:32:04 GMT -5
((XD Hmm...maybe I should change her name or something...*considers*))
"I expect total confideniality from you. At the end, you'll receive some kind of reward for your assistance...probably in francs, but I'm not quite sure." Syd thought idly for a moment. "Alright. It's all yours. Go track him down." Syd opened the door and lead her out.
((Now we wait until Raoul hooks up with some girl...XD))
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Post by Irene on Sept 28, 2006 19:31:35 GMT -5
((Gee, that should be hard!))
"Alright", I said. Morally reprehensible or not, I would finally be getting paid for my work.
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