Oh, Ainsley, don't look at me like that...
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Vernon: *slowly nods*
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Ainsley: Oh.. Alright then. *takes her back* -
Hendrix: *leads him into the castle and to a small room* ..Please try and sleep. Someone will bring you food later. Don't try to escape, because Cillian might.. Well, just stay put. Hopefully you won't be here long. *opens door* *shoves him in, shuts and locks it quickly behind him*
*annnd in the corner huddling on the bed is..*
Harriett: *glances up, eyes narrowed* *snarls* If this is another game, I'm not playing.
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Rosemary: Th-Thank you.. *voice breaks* *little sob* -
Vernon: *squints eyes* ..You're a Fraser.
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Ainsley: Rosemary..? What's wrong? Why are you crying? -
Harriett: ..Yes. We've been over this. My name is Harriett Amber Fraser. I'm twenty. My father is Pitch Fraser, and my mother is Angel Smith. I have a lot of siblings, no, I don't know where all of them all. No, I don't know where my mom is. Pulling out my last fingernails won't change that. Just.. Please. Let me be. I told you everything I know. *presses back against wall* *oh yeah she's been tortured and you can tell Jesus Christ those cuts are infected*
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Rosemary: I-I can't.. I can't tell you-
Iann: You're right. You can't. *behind her* *presses dagger to her throat* Ainsley, you know your friend, Flag~? Is he.. Busy? -
Vernon: I really do not care. I don't bother memorizing Frasers. *presses ear against door to listen to the other side*
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Ainsley: ..Yes. He is. -
Harriett: ...Your mind games aren't going to work. Tell Ephraim to stick it. *never takes eyes off him*
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Iann: *tsks* Hm, alright..~ How about my father? *presses tip of knife into her neck*
Rosemary: ...Don't take him to Pitch, whatever you do, don't-
Iann: *and slits her throat, slamming her aside* Stupid b----. Got blood on my boots.. -
Vernon: I'm not using my mind. *glares at her* *then runs fingers through hair* Why.. Why did she.. *balls up fist* I now see why my brother don't bother with Frasers.. You all are liars! *angrilly sits down, head in hands*
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Ainsley: *wide eyes* ..*then glares at him* He is too! -
Harriett: ...W-Who? *wide eyes* Are you talking about Janette? Cillian said she was dead.. *squints* This is a really strange tactic.
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Iann: Oh, don't be dumb. Take me to him or I'll have to kill someone else.. -
Vernon: I'm talking about Rosemary.
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Ainsley: After seeing you kill Rosemary, no. e-e -
Harriett: *and pales* Have they hurt her..? She's not here, is she? I-
*door swings open*
Cillian: *there!* Now, now, Harriett. Don't try to talk to him. He's a rude little boy..
Harriett: *SNARLS* GET OUT!
Cillian: No, no, I don't think so.. See, they closed off my interigation room for, uh, what did Hendrix call it..? Something about cleaning. Regardless, the little fool probably thinks he's trying to help you by giving you a day to rest. Tsk, tsk. Too bad I'm not ready to let that happen..! *kicks Vernon away from the door, stepping in* *carrying a big black box uh oh!* Now, Vernon, you stay out of the way and I wont start your.. Treatment.. Until tomorrow. *shuts the door, someone on the outside locking it*
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Iann: ..*SIGHS* Boys. So difficult.
Evony: *at the door, peaking head in* ..Iaaaaannnnn. owo I learned a song!
Iann: *eyes light up* *sets dagger aside, crouching down* Oh? Come here, sing it for me and Ainsley!
Evony: *steps into room, placing hands on hips, feet slightly apart because ya' know, she's gotta get ready* *doing the movements all mixed up* Head, toes, knees, nose.. Nose, shoulders, toes! *proud face* -
Tch..
*crawls away from him, glaring*
*then locks eyes on the box*
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Ainsley: ..*looks away, not amused* -
("Vigorous" Vernon ;*
Sounds like a stripper name lmao..)
Cillian: *opens the box, rummaging for a moment before coming up with a pair of thin pliers* Your hand, my lady~? *grins*
Harriett: ..Screw. Off. *sits on hands because stubborn!*
Cillian: ..Tsk. Don't you hate girls, Vernon? Isn't that your name? Rosemary told us it was, but if she's anything like her sister here, she's probably a liar. *and grabs Harriett's foot, yanking out a nail with the pliers* Isn't that right, Hattie, darling?
Harriett: *SCREAMS*
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Iann: *smiles* *picks her up, holding her on his hip* *slowly draws another knife, placing the tip at the back of her neck, without her knowing* Ainsley~ Willing to help me, now? -
(omg
eyeroll)
Vernon: *flinches at her scream* All Frasers are liars.. *cold stare*
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Ainsley: You know, my former leader always told us not to ever fall weak over threats. And even if he's long gone, I still take that advice into consideration. You're really must be ignorant if you think I'm going to take you to Pitch. I would've comply before you pulled that knife on Rosemary. -
(It does, though, doesn't it?)
Cillian: Yes. Horrible, horrible liars.. *attention back on Harriett* *yanks out another nail, watching the blood drip onto the floor* So, Hattie, changed your mind about that whole not knowing anything thing yet~?
Harriett: ..*ignores him, eyes locked on Vernon* *and then turns, spitting directly into Cillian's face*
Cillian: *draws back, sighing* That's fair.. *but punches her, breaking her nose* *stands* See you later, Vernon~! *and leaves, taking bag with him*
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Iann: ..Hn. Rosemary is a traitor, you should know. She sent Vernon off to what very well may be his death. Tsk, tsk, right? Oh, and this isn't a weak threat. I will hurt her. And you will take me to Pitch, or I'll destroy Rosie's body so that she'll never be relivable. -
(nut rlly)
Vernon: *jumps up, banging on the door* WAIT! NO! GET BACK HERE!
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Ainsley: No. I'll take you to Pitch when you're completely weaponless. *so stubborn*
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