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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 17:37:39 GMT -5
Maggie nodded politely, her voice going to the default 'Good Catholic Girl' voice she used to use with all the nuns. "Ye--yes, sir. Thank you, sir. If there's anything I need to do, sir..."
Gypsy nearly snorted, glancing over at Riddle. Who the hell did this girl think she was??
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 21:14:41 GMT -5
The warden's smile widened. "Oh, I'll let you know, Miss Martin, make no mistake." He rested a hand on her shoulder for a moment before finishing his rounds and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.
Riddle, meanwhile, barely noticed Gypsy's look; she was actually eyeing Script with a hint of grudging respect. When McArthur's footsteps retreated down the hall, she approached the new girl, stopping with a smirk and leaving a short distance between them when Footsteps, Yankee, and Bitter drew around her protectively. "So--Magdalen, huh? Maybe you got some idea how to play the game after all. Or is that just what Goblin told you to do?"
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 21:21:09 GMT -5
Script stared at her. "He--he told me to just do what I was told...to not get in trouble..." What was this 'game' everybody kept talking about? And why hadn't Goblin told her about it? Was she really just a pawn in all this, like Riddle said? It made her insides twist and her head hurt just thinking about it.
She tried to set her jaw, tried to look less nervous. It didn't work very well.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 21:24:05 GMT -5
"That was very good advice. He's certainly changed his strategy." She studied Script's face for a few seconds, then bowed mockingly. "I'm sure we'll talk again." Making her way back over to Gypsy, she murmured, "We'll do it tonight."
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 21:27:47 GMT -5
Script nearly gulped, backing up towards her bunk with the girls she tentively called friends. "I can't believe he ever dated her...She's terrifying..."
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Gypsy gave a rather gleeful smirk. "Oh, goody. The Princess looks like she needs to be knocked down a peg or two. Self-righteous little brat."
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 21:42:11 GMT -5
"She used to be a hero," Yankee mused, sitting down again. "Her and Goblin both. I mean, they was always fighting back, giving us hope, y'know? Mind you, they were both insane, but--"
"But now they've both gone all cool and calculating and it's actually a lot scarier," Footsteps finished.
"Watch yourself," Bitter advised, climbing back up to her bunk. "Riddle is not the kind of person to fight fair. More...cuchillo en la espalda...you know?"
Yankee blinked. "I don't know what that meant, but it sounded painful."
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"You're so...emotional," Riddle said with a cool smirk of her own, returning to her book. Gypsy made a useful ally, but Riddle found her gleeful sadism puzzling and rather distasteful. All Riddle really wanted at this point, when you came right down to it, was some peace and quiet. If only Goblin Pearson could just stay the hell away and leave her alone.
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 21:48:55 GMT -5
Script murmured a translation, eyes finding Riddle from across the room. "A knife in your back...back-stabber..." She jumped when there was a bang on the door, calling lights out. "I...we should sleep." She gave them all a weary smile. "Thanks. For everything." She crawled into her bunk and turned and faced the wall, back to the rest of the room.
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Gypsy snorted. "Look, that girl hasn't had a hard day in her life. Being a little rough with her'll build character." She smirked, shooting Riddle a wink. "Call me when you're ready." She hoisted herself onto the bunk above Riddle, closed her eyes and waited.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 22:02:10 GMT -5
"It's nothing," Footsteps whispered, giving Script's hand a squeeze before she settled into the bunk across from hers. Yankee climbed into the bunk above Footsteps, and out went the lights. One by one, Script's "guard dogs" drifted off.
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Riddle lay awake, staring blindly at the pages of her book and wishing that her various contraband connections were enough to score her a candle or two. Hours passed, and calculations ran through her head, followed by alternate waves of anger, fear, and guilt. It was the dead of night before she finally got up, slipped the knife out from under her pillow, and climbed halfway up the bunk ladder to tap Gypsy's arm.
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 22:10:12 GMT -5
Gypsy was awake, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She wasn't as good at making calculated plans as Riddle. She was more of an enforcer, more than anything. Her looks and loose morals made her good at getting information, too. No one knew much about Gypsy's story, or what happened all those years in that orphanage in Harlem. And she liked it that way.
She rolled her head over to look at Riddle and nodded silently, sitting up and sliding off the bunk as quietly as she could.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 22:21:07 GMT -5
Riddle padded quietly over to Script's bunk and knelt beside it, waiting till Gypsy stood behind her. Then, in one quick motion, she set the knife against Script's throat and shook her by the arm. "Wake up, Magdalen," she whispered, "and don't scream."
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 22:25:35 GMT -5
Gypsy kept a look out, standing so she was blocking the view of Riddle at Script's throat to anyone who might just casually open their eyes and glance their way.
Script's eyes shot open wide and she whimpered slightly, but didn't scream, staring up at Riddle. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 22:28:07 GMT -5
Riddle wanted to make this quick and efficient--the longer she stood here menacing the new girl with a knife, the bigger their chance of getting caught. And if there was any bottom line to all the terrible things she'd done and might still do, it was that she never, ever intended to set foot in the room with the bloodstained walls again.
"So...seems like there's something Goblin knows about the Refuge that he ain't too keen on mentioning. Why don't we start with that?"
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 22:30:40 GMT -5
Script's voice came out barely above a whisper. "I...he didn't tell me everything...there's...he thinks he knows who's behind it..." She decided there and then that she was a terrible spy. She could never withstand torture.
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Post by Goblin on Oct 28, 2011 22:33:58 GMT -5
((Love her. so much.))
"Good," Riddle whispered encouragingly, pressing the knife just a little bit harder. "Who?"
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Post by Script on Oct 28, 2011 22:38:38 GMT -5
((Goblin's gonna owe her sooo many cuddles after this!))
Script whimpered again. "East...something" Oh, Jesus, why hadn't she paid more attention at that stupid meeting?? "Eastman! Monk Eastman..."
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