Claire: Once I've taken care of some unfinished business. *limps into the back of the van, tying up the unconscious criminal* ... I should sort out my leg.
(Good! But tired... meh. I was looking forward to having an extra hour but then my mom woke me up at 6:30 to go watch rowing. But I did get to see some family friends and then we went out to breakfast so it was all good! How be's yous INKY? How be's yous eyes?!)
*she hears Inky and Ed talking and she follows the sound of their v poo ices* *when she sees them she pulls out her phone and texts Sil 'infront of Trip's bar's*
Claire: *races through the portal, slowing down as soon as she reaches the other side* *pulls up next to their house, switching off the engine* We need to talk.
(Hello Dugg and Blake how be you both?) *shadow walks to Inky's cottage and goes to my secret door that only I, Inky and Raven know about* *it opens with loud clunk*
(Hello, Clars *offers huggle* well done with the competition, and how be you?) *returns from my secret room with a bag* *closes the door and hides it away again* *shadow walks to Tawnee*
*sits down heavily* *picks up the paper, and begins to read*
*the paper reads as follows:*
THE ESTATE OF THE ESTEEMED AMELIA AND ARDENT CROWLEY
Dear John -
I am so honored that we had the opportunity to meet you yesterday. You were very charming, and I can see you've been working on your manners. Well done! You're precisely the sort of child we've been looking for, and we would very much like to bring you home with us, as soon as time permits. We've also heard that you have a sister- is this true? If it is, we would very much like to meet her. If she is anything like you, we're certain that she will grow up to be a fine lady indeed.
*sits there for a moment, taking it all in* *the letter shaking in her hands*
*slowly sets it down, atop the stack of papers* *returns to the lobby, wiping her suddenly sweaty hands off on a handkerchief*
*the year was 1806* *and in the heart of London, far, far away from Blogland, a boy with black hair and one green eye looked down at the letter clutched in his hand*
*quietly, very quietly, he snuck downstairs* *put on his cloak* *and crept out the window, into the night*
*sits down, fiddling with the bandages on he wrists, not looking at Claire* I...I couldn't protect you...for Christ's sake your only nine! You shouldn't be stuck with this life, this constant danger...you should be with a family, hanging out with friends and worrying about normal things...*puts her head in her hands* its hard to explain
*he is only nine, but he already knows the city like the back of his hand* *he weaves in and out of alleys, keeping to the shadows* *he keeps his cloak shut tight, to hide his choir boy's gown*
*somewhere* *somewhere*
Somewhere . . .
*he frowns as he comes to a crossroads* *they could've gone down either one*
*he keeps the letter pressed close to his chest* *this is his first chance, his first real chance, to become a gentleman*
Bloodwell and Trent: *smirk* *step aside* Ladies first.
*scurries into the alley* *head bowed* *trying not to cry*
*far back in the alley, where it takes a 90 degree turn to accommodate a butcher shop, a fight is going on* *people have gathered, shouting, waving money* *kids are screaming and cheering and standing on boxes to see* *there are maybe fifty people back there*
*stands back and watches, feeling sick* *she had left last year, when she was the same age is is now* *Bloodwell and Trent had promised money, a way to hone her skills, a chance to get off the street*
*so she left him*
*climbed on a box to see over the crowd* *cupping one hand over the missing eye*
*a wide space has opened, creating a torchlit corner of the alley* *and in it, a dog and a girl are wrestling*
Dog: *breaks free and backs away* *fur standing up* *drool ribboning from vicious jaws* *its ribs are pressing against its skin, and clumps of fur are missing from it's neck* *it's bleeding profusely in some places*
Girl: *scrambles to her feet and backs away* *she's slick with grime, and her shoes have had steel tips crudely happened into them* *her hair is long and tangled* *her knuckles cracked and bloody*
Girl: *screams at the dog*
Dog: *snarls and leaps*
*they crash into the ground again, rolling over and over as she desperately tries to snap its neck*
*stares helplessly* *unable to assist* *everyone around him is screaming* *and from the sound of it, they're betting on the dog*
Scrapper: Oh yeah? You got some big-shot Crowley people to come take you away?
*the crowd had dispersed* *the money had changed hands* *and they were huddled together, quietly, in the depths of the alley* *Bloodwell and Trent had agreed to five minutes* *no more, no less*
Yeah. They like me. I really think they want to take me away.
Scrapper: Really?
Yeah. They wanna make me a proper gentleman, who drinks tea and says "Quite." and stuff like that.
Scrapper: That sounds stupid.
No no, it's good!
Scrapper: See if I turn into a fancy-ass lady like that. *stands up and stretches* Imma good brawler. You saw me kill that dog? Sometimes, not even dogs can kill dogs. If I was lady, I wouldn't get to run around and fight dogs and wear pants and stuff.
I think you'd be a good lady.
Scrapper: I'll eat my britches if I become a prissy little lady like these pansy Crowley people. *saunters up and down the alley* Ooh la la, quite quite quite!
(*Applauds* WHOOOO! *wants to know more of Clara's past now* *what happened to john* *how did he loose his eye* *what happened to the parents* *how did they get involved in magic* *oh so many questions with no answers supplied*)
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Claire: Once I've taken care of some unfinished business. *limps into the back of the van, tying up the unconscious criminal*
... I should sort out my leg.
(One is good thanks Garret, how are you?)
(That's good Chloe)
(Hehe thanks ^.^)
()
Calm down. I'm thinking. You're fine if you don't try move..
(i be happy thank you)
(Hello again Soph)
But why Sil? *whines* get me out!
*Appears holding glass of wine* Hello Inky, Hello Sil
()
You're one of the people I haven't tortured..
*gets a weird look on her face*
Mmm..
*squeaks* ed, can you help please?
Should I? *drinks*
Yes! Sil has me trapped and I don't like that look on her face
()
Hey ed. Don't mind us.
*Sits down in corner* I will think about it
*steps out of Sil's shadow*
what's going on here? *tilts head*
Ok Sil, just keep her alive, the weddings in afew days
Gar... Will you help? She had me trapped
*looks at ed* traitor
Sorry Inky *drinks*
*sulks*
Course Ed. Alive I can do.
*smiles creepily at Flick*
Fun.
*picks her up, throwing her over one shoulder and running*
*screams* Sil!!
(Silente - I replied.)
Thank you Sil *has another drink*
(sorry Soph missed that.)
Yes, you should. Come on, let's get you home and fix your leg. Then its bed time.
()
*smiles and stops, reaching flicks house*
Why did you bring me to the cottage?
Claire: Could you make a portal back to the bike?
*Heads to bar*
*opens a portal back to the motorbike*
Are you going to be able to drive?
()
Cause I know it inside out.
(Sophia, is the dark hunter still around?)
Claire: ... I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound. *climbs on to the motorbike, starting the engine*
Crap... What are you going to do ?
(Yes, Edward. He is. Why?)
(Is it ok if a character of mine to hire him?)
You sure?
()
Have some fun
I don't think my kinda fun is your kinda fun...
(Sure, Edward.)
Claire: I'm sure. Get on.
()
Sure it is!
*carries her insode*
(Thanks)
*The man sits in the bar and waits for dark hunter*
*Heads to woods*
*climbs on behind her, holding on*
I'm not in the mood Sil! Let me go! *ehines *
()
*sets her down in the bedroom, on the bed*
*grins as sigils all over the room light up, illuminating the room brightly*
*looks around* I don't like this
please let me go!
*she pops out of cupboard and walks into the room grinning*
Hello Inky!!
(Hello Dugglyn)
*looks at Dug* Hey...can you help me please?
*A hand reaches up from the shadows and grabs Inky, pulling her down. A few moments later she's spat out of the dark near Trip's bar*
(Hey Ed! How be's yous?! How be's yous eyes?!)
(hey Dug, how art thou?)
(Me ad my eyes are good thanks, how be you?
Hello Blake)
Blake!!
You ruined the fun!!!
*runs out of the house trying find Blake*
Dark Hunter: *fades in, tilting his head*
Claire: *accelerates, heading home*
(Hey Blake, how art thou?)
*looks around* well...that happened...
*Appears next to Inky* You escaped?
Man: *Looks up* Hello Mr Hunter. I would like to hire your, services
*blinks* I don't know what happened *scowls* you left me into the clutches of Sil...little sod
(Good! But tired... meh. I was looking forward to having an extra hour but then my mom woke me up at 6:30 to go watch rowing. But I did get to see some family friends and then we went out to breakfast so it was all good!
How be's yous INKY? How be's yous eyes?!)
..you sure you're okay?
()
*frowns when she diasporas*
*Looks innocent* Sorry?
(I am good, so are my eyes...still as blue as ever)
*pouts* hmm
Am I forgiven?
Claire: I'm sure.
Dark Hunter: *pulls out a notepad and paper* *writes, "Who? What? When? Where? Why?"*
*she hears Inky and Ed talking and she follows the sound of their v poo ices*
*when she sees them she pulls out her phone and texts Sil 'infront of Trip's bar's*
will...you buy me a drink?
Man: I wish for you to destroy everything Edward Fletcher cares about. Make him suffer. Now what is the fee?
Of course *cider appears* Here you go.
Okay.
*opens a portal in front of the bike to the end of their street*
()
*answers her phone and steps through a portal next to Dug*
Dark Hunter: *tilts his head* *writes, "Why? Who are you?"*
*grins and points in their direction*
They just went inside.
Claire: *races through the portal, slowing down as soon as she reaches the other side* *pulls up next to their house, switching off the engine* We need to talk.
*grins* you are forgiven *drinks*
Man: For revenge. I am the leader of the high council
Really, all it took was a drink and I am forgiven?
*blushes* well you are my mate...
True *drinks*
Dark Hunter: *"Name?"*
You need to sleep.
()
*frowns*
Why are you telling me?
(Hello Dugg and Blake how be you both?)
*shadow walks to Inky's cottage and goes to my secret door that only I, Inky and Raven know about*
*it opens with loud clunk*
Man: Why do you need my name? I will pay you for the job
Tawnee: *wanders around aimlessly*
*shrugs*
Bored.
(Gtg, pie!)
Claire: I need to speak to you before. *climbs off her motorbike, walking to the front door, unlocking it*
Dark Hunter: *underlines "Name?"*
(Bye Dugglyn)
How about the Aztecs? A trip back in time
(byii Dug)
Man: Fine, my name is Gamma
*the Midnight Hotel rises out of the ground*
*finishes sadly packing all the Halloween decorations*
*picks up the last cardboard box*
*and begins lugging it up to the attic*
(I've been getting requests for Clara's backstory for a while now, so here, for the first time ever, is a taste of it! Enjoy!)
*eyes brighten* that would be awesome !
Okay..
*gets off the motorbike and follows her inside*
We also need to fix your leg..
(Hey Anni! how art thou?)
(Hello Annika, how be you?)
Very well, the Aztecs *opens portal*
Claire: Talk first.
Dark Hunter: *writes, "Gamma what?"*
*steps through the portal*
*grins*
*the attic is dark and dusty, like all attics*
*the floorboards creak dangerously as she sets down the last Halloween box next to its fellows*
*grimaces*
*brushes dust off hands*
I hate it up here.
*turns to go back to the ladder*
*picking her way gingerly across the dank, disgusting attic*
*trips over a stack of papers*
*and lands with an ear-splitting crash*
(I'm doing REALLY good, actually! I was one of the winners of the big SP Twitter giveaway!)
Gamma: Just Gamma
*The portal opens on top of a large pyramid* Well, what do you think?
(congratulations *huggles*)
(Well done Annika)
*sighs*
*closes the door behind them, picking Claire up and carrying her to the sofa, laying her down*
*smiles sweetly at him* its brilliant, like you
Why than you, as are you *grins* So, what first a sacrifice?
*furiously brushes self off*
*scrambles around, trying to re-orient the papers*
Curse it all . . . curse it all to hell . . .
*picks up the papers with two fingers*
*the papers are all yellowed and aged, with ink bleeding through*
*one of them rips in her hands*
Blast!
*throws it angrily down on top of the pile*
*the header catches her eye*
*THE ESTATE OF THE ESTEEMED AMELIA AND ARDENT CROWLEY*
(Hello, Clars *offers huggle* well done with the competition, and how be you?)
*returns from my secret room with a bag*
*closes the door and hides it away again*
*shadow walks to Tawnee*
Claire: Why did you cut yourself? Why did you punch a lamppost?
Dark Hunter: *writes, "Can you give me a reason why I should not kill you right here?"*
Gamma: I am hiring you for a job, I have answered your questions. *sighs* I will pay you double
Aww thanks *smiles which turns into a frown* sacrifice?
Tawnee: *sees Gar* hello sweetie
*baby bump is slowly getting bigger*
I punched the lamppost because...*struggles to think of the right phrasing* because...I got frustrated...not with you, with myself.
Yes, a sacrifice. Shall we?
*sits down heavily*
*picks up the paper, and begins to read*
*the paper reads as follows:*
THE ESTATE OF THE ESTEEMED AMELIA AND ARDENT CROWLEY
Dear John -
I am so honored that we had the opportunity to meet you yesterday. You were very charming, and I can see you've been working on your manners. Well done! You're precisely the sort of child we've been looking for, and we would very much like to bring you home with us, as soon as time permits. We've also heard that you have a sister- is this true? If it is, we would very much like to meet her. If she is anything like you, we're certain that she will grow up to be a fine lady indeed.
- A. Crowley
What sort of sacrifice?
Claire: Why?
Dark Hunter: *"So no, you cannot give me a reason not to kill you"*
A human sacrifice, why?
*pops head out of water*
Hey, Clara.
Hello, Blogland!
Gamma: Here is a reason, you kill me and my entire world will be hunting you for the rest of your life. Why will you not do this job?
(*huggles Kas the awesomenaut* hey)
*jaw drops* I am not sacrificing a innocent human
(Hello Tia, how be you?)
Hey, *hugs her* how are you and gizmo today?
*Raises eyebrow* Why not Inky?
*sits there for a moment, taking it all in*
*the letter shaking in her hands*
*slowly sets it down, atop the stack of papers*
*returns to the lobby, wiping her suddenly sweaty hands off on a handkerchief*
*the year was 1806*
*and in the heart of London, far, far away from Blogland, a boy with black hair and one green eye looked down at the letter clutched in his hand*
*quietly, very quietly, he snuck downstairs*
*put on his cloak*
*and crept out the window, into the night*
Tawnee: we are doing fine thank you. how is the dad to be? *hugs*
Dark Hunter: *"I do not like you"* *his hook blades extend from his wrists*
(I will be back soon.)
(I dedicate this page to Hollywood Undead
and
To kas, you are brilliant and awesome and a great friend)
Because its not nice
(Ok Soph)
*sits down, fiddling with the bandages on he wrists, not looking at Claire*
I...I couldn't protect you...for Christ's sake your only nine! You shouldn't be stuck with this life, this constant danger...you should be with a family, hanging out with friends and worrying about normal things...*puts her head in her hands* its hard to explain
(Hear hear)
But, don't you want to see the sacrifice then?
*he is only nine, but he already knows the city like the back of his hand*
*he weaves in and out of alleys, keeping to the shadows*
*he keeps his cloak shut tight, to hide his choir boy's gown*
*somewhere*
*somewhere*
Somewhere . . .
*he frowns as he comes to a crossroads*
*they could've gone down either one*
*he keeps the letter pressed close to his chest*
*this is his first chance, his first real chance, to become a gentleman*
*thinks* who is the sacrifice?
(and Thanks ^^)
Hello again.
*hugs*
I am.. average.
How are you guys?
(Your welcome)
I don't know, whoever has been chosen
(Kas please change your name..)
(I am fine thanks Tia)
I'm ok, just picked up something *points to the bag*
*gives Taw a kiss*
I don't want to...ill only want to help them escape and I wont be able to
(*huggles kas*)
Tawnee: ooo Whats that? *kisses*
Perhaps this trip was a bad idea *they appear back in the cottage*
*before he can make a decision, he hears shouting from down the left road*
*so he takes it*
*for one moment, he allows himself to hope he won't find them*
*but he does, of course*
*they're standing on either side of an open alley*
*both tall, both dark-skinned, both with arms crossed and self-satisfied smirks*
*approaches them*
*nods to one* Bloodwell.
*nods to the other* Trent.
Bloodwell: Piss off.
I'm here to see my sister.
Trent: Ain't you listenin', then? Piss. Off.
*tries to push past*
Trent: *pushes him back* You've got money?
Of course not, Trent, I'm still at the church.
Trent: Then you ain't gettin' in. Them's the rules.
*can hear shouting and loud thumping noises from down the alley*
*and what sounds like a dog snarling*
*frowns* it wasn't a bad idea...we could have still gone sight seeing
What's in a name?
No, it was a bad idea
(See that names better. It has a smiley face.)
*frowns* why?
(Hear hear, Chloe,
which is your favorite song by them?)
this? *gestures to the bag* its for emergencies
(I agree with Sil, it suits you more)
It doesn't matter, next time we can visit the bar again
(comin in hot is my fav)
Tawnee: *tilts head* emergencies? what sort of emergencies?
*hugs* if there is anything bothering you, you can tell me
*looks boldly up at Trent*
I ain't scared of you, Trent.
Trent: Yeah?
Yeah. You're fourteen. 'Sonly five years older. And you're not so bigger, either.
Trent: You think you can take me?
*leans over him*
*laughs*
And how you gonna see me, eh?
Bloodwell: One-eyed John thinks he's going to take on me brother? Hah!
Trent: What, you think you're your sister?
*shrinks back*
*holds cloak tightly shut, as if for defense*
Sister Martha says having one eye gone means I'm gifted. She says it's a sign.
Trent: Yeah it's a sign.
Bloodwell: A sign that your parents didn't want you.
Trent: Yeah.
Bloodwell: Yeah.
Trent: Why you think they dumped you at the church with us?
. . . 'Cause they couldn't take care of me.
Bloodwell: 'Cause they didn't want no one-eyed kid.
(Sil is correct)
*dashes in and watches Clara intently*
*intensely
(Hello Snow)
You know just emergencies in general,
(my favorites are lion and levitate and kill everyone)
()
*goes looking for Felix or Cole or someone*
(Hey Snow ^^ how art thou?)
Tawnee: *raises eyebrows* okay now im curious
Felix: *rides around on his motorbike*
I know, its just, something changed
*frowns* what is it Ed?
*begins shaking*
. . . If you don't let me in to see my sister . . .
Trent: Ain't your sister.
May as well be! We arrived at the church at the same time, didn't we? Yeah? We're both called Solus?
Bloodwell: *high-pitched voice* John and Jane Solus, John and Jane Solus. Shut the blinkin' hell UP about John and Jane Solus!
Trent: They called yeh Solus 'cause your parents didn't even wanna give you names. That's why you're both Solus.
Bloodwell: An' she ain't Solus anymore. She's Scrapper.
*the snarling and thumping noses grow louder*
Trent: *smirks*
Let me in!
*tries to run past*
Bloodwell: *easily punts him back out into the street*
You gotta make a bet if you want into the fight.
I don't have money.
Trent: *sneers* Find some.
Don't I have ANYTHING?
Bloodwell: . . . The patch then.
What?
Bloodwell: The patch. On your eye. No good hidin' it when it's so blinkin' obvious.
But . . . but I need my patch.
*puts a hand on it protectively*
If I don't have my patch, they'll all see . . .
Bloodwell: Yep.
Trent: Why do you think we want it?
. . .
*slowly removes it and gives it to them*
I don't know, something just... doesn't seem right
*hugs* is everything okay now?
(Hello Snow)
no need to be curios, its literally just a few things i may need
I... I don't know
Bloodwell and Trent: *smirk*
*step aside*
Ladies first.
*scurries into the alley*
*head bowed*
*trying not to cry*
*far back in the alley, where it takes a 90 degree turn to accommodate a butcher shop, a fight is going on*
*people have gathered, shouting, waving money*
*kids are screaming and cheering and standing on boxes to see*
*there are maybe fifty people back there*
*stands back and watches, feeling sick*
*she had left last year, when she was the same age is is now*
*Bloodwell and Trent had promised money, a way to hone her skills, a chance to get off the street*
*so she left him*
*climbed on a box to see over the crowd*
*cupping one hand over the missing eye*
Tawnee: Im a curious being, dragons are. what is it?
(I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.)
*kisses Ed* you seem shaken up, I think you just need some rest, see if that helps. but if something funny happens, tell me asap
Thanks, I just have a bad feeling inside *kisses* Something is not right
*frowns* that is weird...I wont let anything happen to you
do you want me to make you feel better?
Thanks, *smiles* What would I do without you?
(Hello Tia)
you really want to know, love?
*a wide space has opened, creating a torchlit corner of the alley*
*and in it, a dog and a girl are wrestling*
Dog: *breaks free and backs away*
*fur standing up*
*drool ribboning from vicious jaws*
*its ribs are pressing against its skin, and clumps of fur are missing from it's neck*
*it's bleeding profusely in some places*
Girl: *scrambles to her feet and backs away*
*she's slick with grime, and her shoes have had steel tips crudely happened into them*
*her hair is long and tangled*
*her knuckles cracked and bloody*
Girl: *screams at the dog*
Dog: *snarls and leaps*
*they crash into the ground again, rolling over and over as she desperately tries to snap its neck*
*stares helplessly*
*unable to assist*
*everyone around him is screaming*
*and from the sound of it, they're betting on the dog*
*smiles* I don't know, what would you do without me? *kisses*
Tawnee: *smiles and nods* yep
*screams* Scrapper!
SCRAPPER!
Scrapper: *looks up sharply*
Dog: *sinks teeth into her arm*
Scrapper: *shrieks*
*begins to beat the dog violently over the head, drawing blood*
*smashes its face into the wall*
Crowd: *screams louder*
Scrapper: *tears arm from the dog's mouth*
*grips either side of the dog's head*
*looks away*
*SNAP*
*kisses* I remember what I was before I met you *looks distant*
*frowns* oh Ed, everything is different now
*hugs tightly*
*Hugs* Not just that day, ask Trip. The amount of times I nearly destroyed it all
Ok *opens the bag up* *inside is 50k in cash, a gun and a phone with the Hawaii 5-0 theme tune (because i really like it)
(I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.)
Scrapper: Oh yeah? You got some big-shot Crowley people to come take you away?
*the crowd had dispersed*
*the money had changed hands*
*and they were huddled together, quietly, in the depths of the alley*
*Bloodwell and Trent had agreed to five minutes*
*no more, no less*
Yeah. They like me. I really think they want to take me away.
Scrapper: Really?
Yeah. They wanna make me a proper gentleman, who drinks tea and says "Quite." and stuff like that.
Scrapper: That sounds stupid.
No no, it's good!
Scrapper: See if I turn into a fancy-ass lady like that.
*stands up and stretches*
Imma good brawler. You saw me kill that dog? Sometimes, not even dogs can kill dogs. If I was lady, I wouldn't get to run around and fight dogs and wear pants and stuff.
I think you'd be a good lady.
Scrapper: I'll eat my britches if I become a prissy little lady like these pansy Crowley people.
*saunters up and down the alley*
Ooh la la, quite quite quite!
*looks into his eyes* but you didn't, and now you are getting married. *smiles* you are different now
*Looks into her eyes* Am I?
I may offcially live in an insane asylum.-Zaf
(why is that Zaf ?)
*smiles* yes
Tawnee: *eyes go wide* you are certainly...prepared...
(hey Zaf)
(Hello Zaf)
It's a good thing, though.
*shows her the letter again*
If I'm a gentleman, I could have Status.
Scrapper: What's that mean?
I dunno, but they talked a lot about it when they came to visit me.
Scrapper: Oh.
An' I could go to medical school, and law school, and I could have Influence and Prestige and University.
Scrapper: That's a lot of rot, that is.
I think it's cool. And they want you too, see?
*points to that part of the letter*
They want to meet you, so they can turn you into a Proper Lady.
Scrapper: Don't wanna be a proper lady.
You don't wanna stay with Bloodwell and Trent, do ya?
Scrapper: *looks down the alley, at their silhouettes*
*looks back at John*
*shakes head*
That's what I'm saying. If you was a lady, you could have Bloodwell and Trent pull your carriage for you, like horses.
Scrapper: *giggles*
Really?
Yeah, really-really!
Scrapper: That would be fun.
Yeah.
Hello, Zaf!
On what scale?
What are the confines of said asylum?
If that is what you choose to think, then I will try my best
*smiles* I think you are already there
*smiles* Thank you
*hugs tightly* just...never forget it
My brother tries to commit suicde today. Dont know if he's alive. We were out of state and are on our way to the hospital.-Zaf
You don't HAVE to be a prissy lady.
Scrapper: Really?
Nah, but can you at least come say hullo to them? Then at least they'll know I tried.
Scrapper: . . . I dunno.
C'mon, Jane!
Scrapper: I ran away from the church 'cause I didn't want to bother with this.
Please, Jane? For me? Your brother?
*gets down on knees*
Scrapper: *grins down at him*
You ain't my brother.
May as well be, Solus.
Scrapper: Solus.
Both: *giggle*
*the year is now*
*and Jane Solus is sitting behind the desk of the Midnight Hotel head in hands*
. . .
*shakes head slowly, from side to side*
. . .
*the clock chimes twelve*
*and the Midnight Hotel sinks into the ground*
Yup *nods and smiles*
do you want to go for a walk?
(oh Zaf *huggles*)
Tawnee: *chirps* sounds good *yawns* but not to far, I feel a bit tired
(I am sorry Zaf)
I wont Inky *hugs*
(*Applauds* WHOOOO! *wants to know more of Clara's past now* *what happened to john* *how did he loose his eye* *what happened to the parents* *how did they get involved in magic* *oh so many questions with no answers supplied*)
(Well done Annika)
*smiles* shall we get you a drink?
(I'll be there for you, because you're there for me too.)
A drink would be good *smiles weakly*
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