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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 9:28:35 GMT -5
The tension in the girls' bunk room was high when Gypsy strolled in, and it centered around Script and Riddle, who were shooting death glares at each other every chance they got.
This, of course, amused Gypsy to no end, and she leaned casually against the frame of a bunk, sending a sick, sweet smile in Script's direction. "Oh, Magdalen, honey. Your presence is requested in Warden McArthur's office."
Script looked up sharply, swallowing. She shot a glance at Footsteps, who gave her a sympathetic smile, then turned towards the door, chin held high and jaw set as she walked silently out of the room. A guard followed behind her as she walked down the corridor.
She knocked on the door when she arrived, steeling her nerves as best she could.
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 10:06:25 GMT -5
Warden MacArthur anxiously awaited the arrival of his new prize. The minute he'd seen her he knew he wanted this girl to be somewhat...closer to him than all the others. He had big thing planned for her. Big things.
((and he's officially a creeper))
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 10:09:08 GMT -5
((ACK, this is gonna be totally squirmy and dramatic and awesome! Ha!))
Maggie licked her lips, crossing herself and murmuring a quick prayer before opening the door and stepping inside. The guard outside closed it behind her, and she couldn't help but jump at the sound.
She kept her head down, hands folded together in front of her. "You wanted to see me, Warden..?"
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 10:44:30 GMT -5
((MUAHAH YES))
The warden looked up at her and then folded his hands, resting them on the desk. He just stared at her for a few minutes, thinking about all the things he wanted to do with her.
"Have a seat." He said.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 10:47:25 GMT -5
She nodded, swallowing a little roughly and moved to perch on the edge of the seat on the other side of the desk from him. She kept her head down, looking at her lap, then carefully lifted her eyes to look at him through her lashes.
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 11:25:17 GMT -5
"I highly doubt a girl such as yourself could ever be guilty of the mumurings I've heard, but I just wanted to warn you about falling in with the wrong kind here." He smiled at her, his lip twitching.
"I am willing to forget what I've been overhearing because you seem like a child who has just lost her way." He stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of her. MacArthur let his fingers run through her hair.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 11:27:18 GMT -5
She stiffened slightly, but tried not to show anything on her face. "Th--thank you, sir. I--I'm trying very hard to stay out of trouble." She swallowed, her mouth very dry.
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 11:30:06 GMT -5
"Good, I don't let trouble go in this place, I'm sure you've heard the stories." He let a finger slide down her cheek.
((GAG GAH GUH))
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 11:34:55 GMT -5
Maggie bit her lip, her eyes flicking up to look at him. "I--it's your job..." She clasped her hands tightly, knuckles going white.
((Yikes...))
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 12:08:00 GMT -5
"Exactly, it's my job," He smiled at her again. "Hopefully this will be the last time you end up in my office, if not I will have to discipline you accordingly."
He leaned down close to her ear, "You wouldn't want that."
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 12:12:52 GMT -5
She almost whimpered, but held it back. She turned her face just a little, enough to look at him with big, innocent eyes. She needed him to like her, to keep her around his inner circle, even if it was acting as his damn maid, cleaning or serving drinks at meetings. Or worse...but she wouldn't think about that. All she could think about was getting close enough so she could get information.
"If--if there's anything I can do, sir...to--to help..."
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 12:18:55 GMT -5
"You can actually," That smile again, he liked her, really liked this one. "I need someone to basically be my assistant, to keep this place tidy and neat, bring food when I ask for it. It will keep you out of trouble too."
He leaned against his desk.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 12:22:24 GMT -5
She nodded, licking her lips. "Of course, Warden McArthur. Whatever you need." She took a breath. "I--I can start whenever you'd like. And--" she bravely lifted her eyes to meet his. "And I appreciate you being so kind to me..."
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Post by raven on Nov 2, 2011 16:01:35 GMT -5
"You are very welcome my dear, you'll start first thing in the morning, now go on to bed." He said.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
She nodded, standing up from her seat. She turned and headed for the door, her stomach doing nervous flip-flops.
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