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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 27, 2004 15:04:48 GMT -5
"No."
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 27, 2004 20:13:03 GMT -5
"Then you have no right t'deny this! Ah been waitin' fer a way out fer ages 'n now this guy Sands says he knows a way. Ah'm inclinced t'trust him, as nobody's got a better idea. Ah saw him escape! Ah want you t'do th'same t'me!"
(Shooter's blue and green. Roux is teal and navy. And to reiterate, Sands is red and maroon.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 29, 2004 21:26:11 GMT -5
"Ok." she whispered faintly, trying desperatly to remember the incantation that allowed her into his mind the first time. "I need the book," she muttered in frustration.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 0:05:38 GMT -5
"What book?" Shooter growled. "Ah don't want you weedlin' yer way outta doin' this!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 30, 2004 14:34:01 GMT -5
"The spell. I need the book to get the spell."
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 14:51:51 GMT -5
Shooter reached out a hand and latched onto Viv's upper arm. "Ah'm followin you t'make sure ye ain't pullin' no wool over mah eyes. Iffin ye do, jes remember that wha's right is right 'n fair is fair. Ah got Zack locked up nice 'n tight sos you c'n cooperate."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 30, 2004 14:56:37 GMT -5
She sighed. "Fine then."
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 15:01:15 GMT -5
He shook her upper arm. "Well? Get goin' now!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 30, 2004 15:05:26 GMT -5
She squeaked and started off for her room.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 15:13:02 GMT -5
Shooter had total control, looks, mind and body. He didn't have to try to keep up with Vivian, the Maine hikes kept him in enough of a shape to counteract the effects of 16 hours of sleep and a diet of Mountain Dew and Doritos. However, he was quick walking in anticipation of his long awaited freedom.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 30, 2004 15:51:51 GMT -5
She opened the door to her room and walked over to the book case and pulled it off the shelf.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 16:07:27 GMT -5
(You can't stop here! What's Shooter going to say? No more minimalist posting, Viv's got to take action! Don't get goofy on me!)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 30, 2004 17:49:54 GMT -5
(sorry it was really hard with dan grabbing at the keyboard every five seconds)
She leafed through the pages until she found the one she was looking for and ripped it out of the book.
"There." She said turning back, "Does it matter where the ritual is preformed?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2004 18:22:32 GMT -5
(Mean old Dan.)
Shooter shook his head. "No suh. The soonuh th' bettuh."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 3, 2005 16:21:47 GMT -5
"Then here will be good." She looked down at the floor then at her table. "Now where did the stupid pink chalk go?"
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