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Post by Gypsy on Nov 3, 2011 14:11:49 GMT -5
She tilted her chin up at him, jaw clenched. "I'll be long gone by then. I'm gettin' the hell out a' here soon and takin' my money with me. He won't touch me." Her voice was hard, her face confident. But there was worry behind her eyes.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:21:39 GMT -5
"Sure ya are," Jimmy said with a scoff. "That's what he wants you to think. There's a reason he pays you and not the other way round. Now if you'll excuse me."
Jimmy headed up the stairs, he was done waiting. Having to be herded up the steps to the wardens office like some God damn sheep.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 3, 2011 14:23:53 GMT -5
((Wanna just pick it up with Script and the warden here?))
Gypsy swallowed, taking a breath to steel herself before following him up the stairs. "You're not supposed to bother him in his office unless he asks for you."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:31:59 GMT -5
((that would be fine lol))
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" Jimmy snapped at her, stopping to turn around and glare at her. "Eastman needs a replacement girl immediately. I ain't sitting around until MacArthur is ready to hand her over. Eastman calls the shots, MacArthur should remember that."
Jimmy turned the knob on the office door and stepped inside. MacArthur jumped away from Script and smiled nervously at Jimmy his lip twitching.
"Jimmy so good of you to join us," He said.
"Shockingly I won't be stayin," Jimmy said with a snarl.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 14:35:22 GMT -5
Script stared at the newcomer, and her eyes widened when Gypsy walked in behind him.
When Gypsy saw Script, she actually faltered. She glanced around the room for another girl -- the blonde girl she'd chosen. "Where's Sunny?" She looked over at Jimmy, then at McArthur. "That's not the girl, Sunny's the girl. Where is she?"
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:43:11 GMT -5
"No, this girl is better," MacArthur said, that smile still on his face.
Jimmy crossed his arms and then pointed at Script. "this girl? You sure this girl? I am tired of the games and I been here long enough."
"This girl," MacArthur said and then kissed her cheek.
"Alright," Jimmy snapped and grabbed Script by the arm. "Let's go."
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 14:47:28 GMT -5
Script gasped as Jimmy grabbed her and effectively freaked the fuck out, trying to tug her arm away as he dragged her out of the room. "Wait! No! No, you can't! I--Gypsy, please!" She stared at the girl, pleading with her eyes.
Gypsy just stood there, but for the first time in probably many years, she looked like she might cry. "McArthur, she's got a father. He'll know if she goes missing." She knew it didn't matter. Script was a Refuge girl now. It wouldn't be difficult for McArthur to argue that she'd run away, that the bad influences had taken her down.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 14:56:46 GMT -5
"Shut the hell up," Jimmy growled at Script and shoved her out into the hall.
"Relax Gyspy, all sorts of things can happen to children in the refuge." MacArthur rested his hand on Gypsy's shoulder and smiled. "Poor dear could have started a fight, got hurt...the wound festered. She died. So sad, what a pity. That's what happens when you go down this path." He clicked his tongue.
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Post by Script on Nov 3, 2011 15:00:41 GMT -5
Gypsy stiffened as he touched her, tilting her chin up to give him a hard look. "You better hope no one goes lookin' for her." She already knew of one person who would. And she was suddenly very afraid she'd get caught in the crossfire if she didn't think of a plan. And soon.
She tore herself away from McArthur and stormed out of the room, grabbing Script's other arm and helping Jimmy drag her down stairs. She hissed in her ear. "Shut up, you're only gonna make it worse. Just fuckin' relax." She paused a second. "I'll figure somethin' out."
Script only whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "Where--where are you taking me?"
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 15:39:29 GMT -5
"None of your fucking business, just shut up." Jimmy said to her, dragging her out of the refuge through the back door. They couldn't exactly be caught trafficing girls now could they.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 3, 2011 15:42:44 GMT -5
Once Jimmy had tied Script's hands behind her back with robe and gagged her, throwing her, sobbing, into the back of the closed wagon, Gypsy grabbed his arm, voice low as she met his eyes. "Where's she being sent, Jimmy."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 17:09:08 GMT -5
"Heather Mae's," Jimmy said. "Don't try anything stupid." He warned her.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 3, 2011 17:15:07 GMT -5
"Heather Mae's? They're taking her to the fucking Points?" She raked a hand through her hair. "Jimmy, this is bad. This is really, really bad."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 3, 2011 18:27:32 GMT -5
"I can't do shit about it now alright? Get back inside and I'll figure it the fuck out." He said sternly.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 3, 2011 19:44:56 GMT -5
Gypsy for the first time in a long while was worried, and it should on her face. She looked up at him with dark eyes, and she put a hand on his arm before stopping herself. "When will you come back?"
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