Monday, November 29, 2010
1717 GMT +8
"Shush you idiot, they might hear us."
She closed the door and locked it. Then the woman shifted to me and gave a stomp on my chest.
"Shush you idiot, they might hear us." The woman closed the door and locked it. Then she shifted to me and gave a stomp on my chest.
"Guh!" I cried out in silent, crushing the note.
Reading it and realizing, she released her dreadful boot from my chest and snarled at me.
"Yes, I am," she said shortly after.
Axelle did not reply, only grabbing a piece of paper and beginning to write.
I sighed and grabbed my chest in pain as I opened the door.
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They glared at me until one of them said, "Where were you Vincent?"
"Oh nothing, I was having fun, that's all," I said eerily.
I gave out a gloomy sighedas I stare at the ground.
They're piss at me all right.
I headed back to my Den,and as I opened the door, Iandgave an intent lookedat my bed.
After many minutes, I yawned, jumped on the bed and fell asleep.
I followed as command and moved to the back of the market.
I shook my head, wishing that I did.
"Work?" She glared at me.
"You're... you're an executioner, aren't you?!" She pushed me against the wall and barked at me, "You killed him didn't you?"
"You executioners are all entertainers, that's what you are!" She grabbed my shirt and swung me to the edge of the wall.
Shaking my head did not help ease the vertigo, but I performed iteither way.
I groaned as she sighed and apologized.
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“Sorry, it seems that my emotions got the best of me.” She laid her back on the wall and slowly slid down into a sitting position.
“Then tell me, how is killing the king’s daughter have to do with any of this?” I questioned with query.
“Wasn’t that in your plan? The king said that the Sandman killed his daughter.”
“That can’t be right, his only mission was to infiltrate the castle and give me the information, besides, I only heard that he was executed.”
I was astonished. “But the note that he gave you, it was written in both sides, I did not see any info.”
“That’s because you’re a fool, he wrote it in washable ink, all you need to do is wash the note and put it over a fire. The hidden message will reveal after that,” she said.
Realizing, I nodded my head like an idiot.
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Axelle then rose and said, “Well I got to get back to work, you’re in the Executioner’s Den right?”
I replied, “Yeah.”
“Then I’ll send you words when I need you, ‘till then.” She walked toward me and gave me a grip on my collar.
“That’s J'envoie Valser, isn’t it?” a familiar voice asked me.
I turned to looked.“Jade?”
“Oh I’m sorry; it’s hard to tell where you were since there are so many conversations going on all at once.”She apologized.
“No, I’m not here by myself; I’m just waiting for my aunt to come back.” She pointed at her aunt, who was arguing with a commoner. “What are you doing here?”
“Madame Ames, I’d like to go get the errands on my own,” she said.
“W-what?” she scoffed at me, as if blaming it on me. “How will you know where you’re going?”
“That’s a papaya,” I whispered to her.
Then she touched a green fruit, her face showed an unfamiliar expression.
“That’s a papaya,” I whispered to her.
“Guess Axelle is making trouble for thieves, too.”
“What was that?” Jade automatically responded to my voice, still fingering the fruit.
I tapped Jade’s head and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I proceeded to the quilt market and saw Axelle, pinning down the thief.
“Les pommes, bananes, oranges,” she reminded herself.
“That’s what I thought; you should go back and start making those quilts, putain.”
QUESTION: Are thoughts like dialogs? Cause he's thinking... and it sounds awkward to me if it said "What was her problem?" rather than "What's her problem?"
Axelle did not reply, only grabbing a piece of paper and began to write. After she finished, she shoved the paper to me and said, "Take this and leave now."
I quickly followed her orders. Sudden jumpI left the house and walked to the Executioner's Den; I slowly unfolded the paper and examined it:
"Having fun?" he retorted. "You were suppose to be here 30 minutes ago you imbécile!"
"Well, then you shouldn't put this meeting in the late night then!" I growled at them and left the meeting. I gave out a gloomy sighed as I stare at the ground. Now I've really done it. They're piss at me all right. I headed back to my Den as I opened the door and gave an intent looked at my bed. After many minutes, I yawned, jumped on the bed and fell asleep.