"Sweet man, no problem." I slap him on the back and head back to the main group. To my dismay, all the pancakes are gone. People are slowly trickling downstairs, packing up what meagre possessions are spread throughout the building. I check my rucksack, letting out a relieved breath when I see my laptop is still in there. I don't know what I'd do if it got stolen.
I hae but ane gallant son, and if he were to follow me in my footsteps, how proud I shall be.
Time isn't a straight line. It's a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
Once everyone's attention was focused on a card trick Dallas was doing Mark took his time to talk to Brent. After some time he seemed satisfied with the information he got. He seemed quite content that he had that private moment with Brent, until Shanaya opened up her big mouth. "I'll help! I over heard you talking so I may as well help." She screamed, which caused everyone to turn around and see what all the commotion was about.
"Wait you're passing out assignments already? Why didn't you tell us? Are you picking favorites now?" I questioned.
"No, this-" Vixen cut Brent off mid way. "No Hunter's his favorite, I don't you know what he wants with Mark." Brent stood there waiting for silence.
"It's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission."
"Sometimes it's best to leap before you look."
Formerly known as FlowerPower ^_^ (Until TheClosetKidnapper decided to go psycho)
I was walking towards my destination; when I suddenly sneezed. Stopping, I turned and looked from the direction I had come from. Someone is talking about me.I thought, wondering who it was.
Shrugging, I continued walking. Entering a consignment shop, I walked over to the man at the counter. I can feel the man's eyeing me, wondering what I am doing here.
"Welcome." He starts, his voice gruff. "What can I do for you?"
"Mönchskutte?" I asked.
He looked sincerely surprised, but he nodded and then went to the back. A few seconds later he came back and passed a box over the counter. Opening up the box, I grinned. Monk's hood, just like I ordered. Slapping money down on the counter, I walk out the door. One pick-up down, four to go.
Spoiler
Mönchskutte means Monk's Hood
Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
I wonder why I said that.. It wasn't like her to be bothered by other people's choices. She didn't mind Hunter being Brent's favorite. It didn't even matter much. She watched as another argument broke out.
Brent looked tired. He'd do well to realize that it would be difficult to have a quiet conversation with this lot around. She watched him rub a hand over his face and shoot a glare over at Shanaya. Truthfully, the kid annoyed all of them. However, they couldn't do much about her.
She walked over to Brent and whispered, "I'm leaving now. None of us have any clue where the apartment Hunter is talking about is, and I'd like a headstart before the rest realize they're going to need to leave soon." Brent looked at her and nodded slowly. "Fine. You're taking Hunter's advice, I take it?" At he nod, he turned back to the fight and she walked off. She packed up her knapsack and left, making her way to the roof as she had done on the previous day. "Now, let's look for Valdez."
"Married to music - 'nuff said." "Freedom is everything to me."
"Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" "I shall futterwacken vigorously" ~ Tarrant Hightop, Alice in Wonderland.
I looked around at everyone as they argued. I didn't mean to start an arguement. It was an accident! I realised that I had started to cry. I hadn't cried in ten years. I hadn't cried since I was 2 years old. "Shanaya?" Dallas saw I was crying. "Are you ok?" I looked at him and nodded. "Ye-yes, I-I'm fine." I sobbed. "I just didn't mean to start an arguement. I just was bored and wanted something to do. I'm sorry." "It's ok. Your just a kid. It was a mistake, don't worry." Dallas replied, sympathetically.
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
The next shop I entered was an antique shop and this time the shop owner recognized me. Usually, I don't use the same source for getting my poisons, but this man was different. He was reliable and he knew how to keep to the down low.
"Mr. Okuma." I say with a slight smile. "You look well."
"Huntar! Yeah, Yeah. Ya lookin' good too!" His Jamaican accent clearly showing through. He looked like your traditional Jamaican. "Ya came to get your order of Cerbera odollam?"
I grinned at him and nodded. He then reached down under the counter and pull out a silk baggie. "Here ya go." He said while he placed it down on the counter. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a diamond that I had "found" and handed it to him. He picked it up and examined it. "Yah man, this is good."
"Great." I say with a smile. "See ya around." I say as I turn around and start to leave. Already figuring out where I need to go next.
"Huntar." I stopped when I heard my name. "Be careful."
"Promise." I say as I step out the door and in to the street.
Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
After packing my things and seeing to it that Isaac had, I clear my throat to gain everyone's attention. I notice that Vixen disappeared and that Shanaya is crying beside Dallas as he tries to comfort her.
"I will be leaving for the apartments soon." I announce. "I suggest that everyone either leave in solitude or in pairs or groups, each leaving at different times, as pointed out the attention factor. Isaac will be traveling with me. The rest of you may decide for yourselves."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I manged to make my next two pick-up's in record time. Walking to the nearest empty building, I climbed the stairs and came to the roof. Now to the apartment. I jumped and landed on the nest roof, rolling and continued to run. I knew that I would be the first one to arrive, since I left early than everyone else. Which was perfect becasue I would get first choice of rooms.
With in minutes I arrived, only to find a box sitting on the front step. Cautiously, I approched the step. There on top of the box was a note reading: Listen for the trumpet of angels if you consume the flower of the plant. For just a second I stared at the riddle, wondering what it ment. Then suddenly it came to me, Brugmansia or Angel's Trumpt.
Picking up the box, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and walked in the door. Automatically, I walked to the stairs and made my way up to the fifth floor. Opening the last door, I walked in.
Although the place looked old on the outside, it really was not that bad on the inside. Placing my pack and pick-ups down, I threw myslef on the bed and waited for the other's to arrive.
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Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
I observed Katie carefully, most people I could get a read on, but for Katie, something was off. Her appearance doesn't suggest any mother-like activity, but she desplays it naturally. Not knowing her history, I could only sit back and observe for longer.
She's an interesting one she is, I like her. She'll be a good ally when it comes down to it.
I get up to go find Brent,
"So, when are my services required?" I ask when I find him.
I looked at the girl that asked if I was ok and said that whatever it was that I did crap to me. I never snap but I had had enough. "I just thought that I would get a break by coming here and all I get is people treating me like a 5 year old kid and crap like that!" I snapped at her. She looked at me like I was a science experiment. I couldn't help feeling like one either. "Really? I thought you had made a good impression with some of us." she replied, quietly.
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
She snapped at me and I sighed, standing. "I was just trying to help don't go street style on me." I chuckled, walking away and leaning against the wall.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
