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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 18, 2004 17:12:47 GMT -5
They landed on the edge of town and looked around. The town seemed deserted, which was odd. It hadn't been this empty since her third year as a student. Shivering they rapidly made their way through the town.
"Where could he be?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 18, 2004 17:24:34 GMT -5
There was a gunshot and Roux winced. "I hate to say it but... I think we might have to follow the trail of corpses."
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Sands sighed. Why did the ticket guy have to question his magical origins? He wouldn't have been in this situation otherwise. Now he was cramped into a bathroom stall with a bloody dead guy. Goddamnit.
Nice job, Shelmo.
Sands decided prolonging the inevitable was just stupid, stuffed the man's head in the toilet and stepped out, making sure to leave the Occupied sign on. Delay, delay, delay.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 26, 2004 21:32:41 GMT -5
"Ugh. Nice mental image." She sighed and mussed her hair a bit before walking determindly towards the train station, where the gun shot had echoed out from.
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 26, 2004 22:43:15 GMT -5
"Hurry, we haven't got much time."
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Sands' jaw tightened as he heard muffled screams coming from the different compartments. The hallway was completely devoid of all life forms. Apparently, they weren't accustomed to hearing the crack of a pistol in such close proximity. Some, possibly even most, may not have had the pleasure of hearing one at all. If only he'd had a silencer, that would facilitate things.
You always plan ahead, don't you Shelmo?
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he growled under his breath. Now was NOT the time to have a psychotic episode. He needed his wits if he wanted to get to Oslo in one piece, so he crept up to each door in each car to check for availability. It was unfortunate that none of the cars seemed to be unoccupied. Unfortunate for the bastards that were huddled in the corner of the compartment he'd settled on, anyway.
"You know, I'd be more than happy to share this car with you, but I'm pretty sure you're going to rat me out. So," Sands shrugged, "you're going to have to die. Adios, amigos."
Sands drew the still warm gun again and shot the three business associates too stunned to take out their wands. Sands had feeble sanctuary at last. And the train was pulling away from the station.
(Now... WHY haven't they caught Sands yet? He obviously has to come back to school and... he's getting away.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 14:15:22 GMT -5
(yes but how does one go about stopping a trasin thast already departed?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 14:17:25 GMT -5
(Use your authoritah. Or assume you're on the train and you shove him off it. I dunno. Be resourceful.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 14:19:57 GMT -5
(what are we in a bad western shove him off the train she says)
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 14:20:43 GMT -5
(i'd like to see you come up with a better idea)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 14:24:38 GMT -5
She sighed in frustration as the train pulled out of the station...without them. "Crap, we've missed the train...Now what do we do?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 14:28:06 GMT -5
(you're gonna make roux think of it? you evil child. expecially after you dissed my only idea.)
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say we had to catch up. Any ideas?"
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Sands lay panting in the lonely cart with his dead friends. They'd clear Hogsmeade soon enough and he could rest in piece. Until the food came around... then he wouldn't be held responsible for his actions. He had a hunch he'd be saving his bullets though, and doing the job by hand.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 17:03:06 GMT -5
"Hm," She paused for a moment trying to get her thoughts in order. "Give me your hand."
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 17:26:02 GMT -5
"We're not having a seance, are we?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 1, 2004 14:22:15 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "No we're not going to hld a seance now give me your hand."
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 1, 2004 18:54:17 GMT -5
Roux offered his hand tentatively, wondering just what Viv had in mind.
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Sands had to pee. Just his luck. Sands cracked the compartment open to check down the coridor. Nobody had come to investigate the strange explosions yet. After a brief search of Zack's mind, he came to the conclusion that it must have something to do with... these 'aparations' wizards seem to be able to do that sounds like a pistol shot. He wouldn't complain; he could do worse. So he crept out of his compartment and found a new unoccupied stall. One that wasn't inhabited by a dead man. He finished his business only to be confronted with the sight of the food witch trying to access his compartment.
"She's gonna see those bodies, Shelmo."
"Fuck that," he hissed. He strode purposefully towards her, a hard smile on his face that wasn't a smile at all.
"Can I get you something, dearie?" the witch asked politely. Sands said nothing, simply grabbing her by the hair, jamming his gun into her side and dragging her into his compartment. The witch wouldn't have it and bit his hand. Swearing loudly, he squeezed the trigger, emptying the chamber of all bullets. He threw her to the floor with a heavy sigh.
"Stop Apparating in there!" a muffled voice came from the other side of the wall along with a punch. Sands contemplated shooting the bastard in the other compartment and even tried to. The sound of a dry click echoed hollowly.
"Shit," he muttered. But wait... he had magic, didn't he? He reloaded the gun with the new bullets and shot the wall to bits, including the bastard who dared to annoy him.
"1... 2... 3, 4, 5... 6... 7? Only 7 bodies?" He was slightly disappointed that all his hard work had only produced seven victims.
"That's right, Shelmo. 7. Now shut the fuck up and sit there like a good boy."
Sands sighed, and sat in his double compartment alone with his 5 dead friends and one pain in the ass voice.
(Dang... Sands likes to talk a lot... doesn't he?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 16:01:42 GMT -5
She snorted ineloquently and grabbed his hand pulling him close against her and apparated them both onto the train.
"There." She said taking in the trains interior, not more then a foot in front of her was a corpse. "Well, needless to say we are on the right train."
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