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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:04:41 GMT -5
Crane frowned at the sound and cautiously went do the door and opened it. "Yes?" he asked when he saw Anne. "Do I know you?"
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:15:27 GMT -5
"No," Anne replied. "But I do have something to tell you."
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:17:06 GMT -5
Crane opened the door wider. "And what would that be?" he asked monotonously.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:18:16 GMT -5
Anne frowned. "It has to do with the police," she said.
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:21:02 GMT -5
Crane frowned. "I don't really care much for what goes on among the police," he stated carefully.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:23:54 GMT -5
Anne snorted. "Even if it has to do with you? Can I come in?"
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:25:00 GMT -5
Crane hesitated, but then nodded, letting her through. "If there's something important I need to know, I'd like to know as soon as possible," he pointed out, intrigued.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:30:12 GMT -5
"Fair point," Anne said. "They think you're Scarecrow. They're going to arrest you." (REACTION TIME! )
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:32:03 GMT -5
Crane's breath caught in his chest. "How do you know that?" he forced out. How much time do I have? he thought, his brain shocked into a frozen mass.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:33:37 GMT -5
"Overheard stuff," Anne said dismissively. "That's irrelevant. More to the point, I'd suggest you run. In a less corrupt city, maybe you could persuade that you're not guilty. But here..."
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:34:18 GMT -5
"And when exactly do you believe they're coming?" Crane asked, his voice strained.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:36:14 GMT -5
"Uh, ten minutes?" Anne said, trying to hide a grin. "I had car issues or I would have gotten here sooner, but as it is, you might wanna be quick."
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:37:56 GMT -5
No. Crane stood up quickly. No, no, no, no, no... "You're saying I have ten minutes to get out of this house or be arrested?" Crane asked.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jan 7, 2012 0:39:28 GMT -5
Anne nodded, watching him. "I really am sorry," she said, with more meaning than he knew. "I better go, though."
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Post by Paroxysm on Jan 7, 2012 0:42:41 GMT -5
Crane was stuck. What was he supposed to do? He had nothing to do, nowhere to go... He shook his thoughts from his head when he turned quickly. Whatever happened, he needed to leave. He grabbed his breifcase, which held his only prized possessions, his coat, hat and mittens and rushed out the door. Getting into his car and bolting away, going the furthest direction from the police department... though not quite knowing where to go.
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