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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:26:00 GMT -5
As she loves pirates, Anne's house is full of pirate-ship-like decorations. She also HAPPENS to have a large pond around her house that HAPPENS to look like a moat, and JUST SO HAPPENS to have a bridge around it. In the pond are some very threatening goldfish.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:36:41 GMT -5
Crackletalk had poked around the city and found a few "willing" sources, and had discovered where this Anne lived. She looked at the place and almost drove past because of it's absolute misplacement. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. Itwas the only plausible candidate, seeing as it was in the middle of nowhere, but still. There were pirate flags next to the door, a moat around the house, and what looked like a crows nest coming out of the roof. "Pirate Fan, eh? Always hated them..."
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:42:11 GMT -5
Hearing the doorbell, Anne, who was nearby in the kitchen making cookies, pulled it open without looking inside. When she saw Lily, she simply said, "Crap." She was armed with nothing more than flower on her shirt.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:46:05 GMT -5
"Hey buddy, how's it going?" Crackletalk asked in a falsely friendly voice. She then stepped around Anne into her house, talking about how lovely it was and admiring everything.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:48:06 GMT -5
Anne was much closer to the mood she'd been in when the falafel guy had died then the playful' I want to find someone interesting to talk to' one. "What do you want," she asked warily, wishing she had some swords hung on the walls.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:51:43 GMT -5
"Oh, nothing in particular, just wondering how you're doing, dear! I've missed you so much since our last little encounter!" She skipped through the house, looking for the kitchen and therefore, the fridge (because even short people need food). Once she found it, she lunged for the fruit and snatched a knife from the counter with which to spear and apple with, and then started munching on it.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:52:51 GMT -5
Anne did the sensible thing and ran towards the door, pulling it open.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 21:55:05 GMT -5
"Oh, no you don't! Get your ass back here, missy!" She grabbed Anne's hair just as she was about to escape. Yanking it back, she got up in her face, practically hissing with anger. "We're going to sit down and have a nice little chat!" Crackletalk dragged her, kicking and screaming towards her own kitchen chair, and, still holding her hair, she ducktaped her to the chair.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:02:25 GMT -5
Anne grimaced. "What do you want?" she asked flatly, struggling to get away. It was no use-- after all, Lily had spent her life being extremely physically fit. Finally she gave up.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:05:02 GMT -5
"Entertainment, lack of boredom, you name it. I had no mental or physical stimulation today that was remotely challenging, so I decided to come here! You should take it as a compliment really!" Crackletalk explained. Though her words sounded happy, Anne could tell she was pissed.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:06:19 GMT -5
"Well, are you planning on killing me?" Anne asked, much less dramatically than you'd think. "Because I'd really DON'T want to die." Hiding her fear, she added, "And you used up all my duct tape."
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:10:42 GMT -5
"Well, I am well and truly sorry about that. Duck tape really is a wonderfully useful thing, though, but seeing as I am currently not into the whole "being nice" thing, I wont replace it. But to answer your other question, no, I am not going to kill you. Your too much fun to play with. However, depending on your following answers, things could get painful.
Now then, do you prefer whole wheat flour, or white?"
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:13:32 GMT -5
Images of suffocating in flower poured into Anne's mind. "White," Anne said, her heart beating quickly. "It tastes better." Anne watched the knife nervously.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:15:41 GMT -5
"Nicely done, that is DEFINITELY the better answer for you." She then started cutting the word "white" into Anne's stomach.
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Dec 13, 2010 22:17:03 GMT -5
Anne screamed, wishing she had some neighbors who could hear. She was relatively good at ignoring pain when she got hurt, but this was something much more. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for it to end.
Well, she HAD found someone 'interesting.'
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