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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 19, 2016 19:17:52 GMT -4
"They... They locked me in a friggin dark room. Shadows, whispers. They were all standing in a circle round me. One of them carved that into me to get me to talk. One of em... Ches was his name? Dug into my head like a cold worm into the dirt. They got everything. Couldn't stop it. Pain felt like holding unto a burning coal. This Malone girl, she's brainwashed. Gonna be a little hard divulging info from her. May I request leading an arrest team?"
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Post by katt on Nov 19, 2016 19:23:06 GMT -4
"Request granted. We're currently pulling up all the files on Malone along with "Ches" now and we'll add everything you've said. We'll also need names of all the other "Messengers" that could pose serious threat. In the mean time get her to trust to you and try to convince her that she doesn't want to go back in case she gets cold feet." The woman responds.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 19, 2016 19:30:33 GMT -4
"Roger that. I'll look forward into watching the news tomorrow, and when you're ready to assemble the strike team, give me a call. As a word of advice, you're going to have to bribe Malone. She's... Spoiled and bratty. I'll get her on here when she trusts me. Anything else, guys?" Edward says, reffering to his other employers who haven't really sad anything.
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Post by katt on Nov 19, 2016 19:53:05 GMT -4
"Try not to shoot anymore flares you bastard" One man says and you resist the urge to roll your eyes but luckily you're smarter than that. Just think of the money and play nice. "We'll be in contact within the next four hours" then the without another word the Skype call ends and you're left sitting there with your back to the window.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 19, 2016 19:56:13 GMT -4
Edward just shrugged his shoulders and stashed the laptop underneath the coffee table.
"Malone? Are you okay in there?" He calls out as he lays down unto the couch.
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Post by katt on Nov 19, 2016 20:48:08 GMT -4
"Yea.. I'm fine." You hear the quiet voice of Malone drift under the door.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 19, 2016 20:51:39 GMT -4
"What in blazes is taking you so long?" Edward says. Something is really off. Could it be... No, he can't fake being her.
Can he?
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Post by katt on Nov 20, 2016 10:43:52 GMT -4
"I'm coming, I'm coming" Malone responds and a few moments later she opens the bathroom door, eyes slightly red but face stoic.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 20, 2016 11:55:42 GMT -4
That was... Odd. Something doesn't add up.
"What's wrong? Do you have a fever or something?" Edward turns around to sit back unto the couch.
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Post by katt on Nov 20, 2016 13:40:59 GMT -4
"Nerves" She responds, heavily exhaling. "I.......I can't believe I've left. Can we order pizza now?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 20, 2016 14:54:03 GMT -4
"Yes."
Edward picks up the phone and rings up the pizza place he had been thinking about since he got here.
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Post by katt on Nov 20, 2016 16:46:03 GMT -4
As you place your order Malone moves over to the window to stare outside, presumably deep in though before turning round to you and mouthing "I've got money".
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 21, 2016 16:37:00 GMT -4
"It's alright." Edward continues the wait.
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Post by katt on Nov 21, 2016 16:39:14 GMT -4
She nods and scans the room before turning around again. Soon your order is places and will arrive in the next half hour, room service will bring it up so you won't have to risk leaving your suite. Wanna check the news?
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 21, 2016 16:45:49 GMT -4
Yeah. Edward sits down and turns on CNN. Before holding up, he tells room service to bring it in.
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Post by katt on Nov 21, 2016 16:49:41 GMT -4
Malone slinks away from the window sill and sits down on the opposite end of the sofa, half asleep as she watches with you. It's all usual stuff, court cases, blatant propaganda for The Hallowed and other boring shit. Nothing that covers anything you did tonight at all.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 21, 2016 16:58:11 GMT -4
Aw, that sucks. Edward turns it off, before turning to a radio on one of the furniture pieces. He tunes it to the classic music station and lies down.
"Pizza and wings are going to be thirty minutes or so, may as well relax. Speaking of so, do tell me about yourself." Edward asks, knowing he'd have to remember this for the future Skype call later.
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Post by katt on Nov 21, 2016 17:04:44 GMT -4
Malone flops backwards and stares at the ceiling.
"Welll...." a strand of hair falls onto her face and she blows it away. "For starters Malone's a stage name created by my management for when I began creating music."
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 21, 2016 17:11:06 GMT -4
"The stage, the stage. When will you break away from the herd and think for yourself? You can do better. Sit down, relax. There's nothing to worry over. Let's play a game: You tell a little about yourself, I do the same."
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Post by katt on Nov 21, 2016 17:17:15 GMT -4
"..... I'm Hazel and in three weeks I turn eighteen...." She finally responds, sitting up a little. "Now you"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 21, 2016 17:54:54 GMT -4
"Well, I hail from France, actually. Ever hear of a town called Champagne?"
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Post by katt on Nov 22, 2016 3:33:43 GMT -4
There's a extensive pause and she apologetically shrugs at him. "No....sorry...."
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 22, 2016 8:45:07 GMT -4
"Oh, it was a lovely town. There were all sorts of things to do there." Edward says, stretching on the couch a little bit.
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Post by katt on Nov 22, 2016 15:43:49 GMT -4
"How did you get from there to-" She gestures to vaguely to the hotel room "-here?" She curiously asks, leaning forwards a little.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 22, 2016 16:10:44 GMT -4
"Well, I was a fighter pilot in the Iraq war, got discharged, couple of intelligence agencies wanted to hire me, and then shazam." Edward says, clapping his hands when he finished.
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