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"Look who is here. You are the human who was in Garaths office,right? I'm Alexander Luna, but you can call me Alex. And you?" He spoke. Willow studied him very closely. He seemed friendly enough.
"W-W-Willow," she stammered with a slight smile, "m-my na-name is Willow."
"You didn't stutter those last two words," the voice said softly. She accepted his hand and squeezed it gently. It was warm compared to hers. It sent a chill down her spine.
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Rusty smiled slightly taking a step forward, moving her hair from her face
"rest is for the weak minded" Rusty replied with a slight laugh escaping towards Abram "I burned Jane...." she paused frowning but soon smiled
"play some piano for me..." Rusty smiled "it would be nice to hear someone else play for once" she laughed weakly.
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” Great name. So , do you want to do something today, maybe we can go in the courtyard,” he said. He remained standing next to her.
"Umm, I-I g-got i-in trouble out in the courtyard," she replied, "b-but w-we c-could go to the l-l-library." She hoped he didn't think she was afraid of him. She just stuttered and that was it. She brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face.
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" So, how long have you been here. I stayed here for two years.. But if you don't want to talk about that, i understand you. This place freaked me out.."
He looked into her eyes and realised that she was not frightened by him It was good, because many humans were. When they reached the library , they entered and he went to the girl who was looking for this place.
" Alexander and Willow. A few hours."
He registered and came near Willow again. So, what they could do here. Oh, he knew.
" Whe can see a movie if you agree."
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" So, how long have you been here. I stayed here for two years.. But if you don't want to talk about that, i understand you. This place freaked me out," Alex asked her, breaking the silence in the hallway.
"I-I've been here f-for th-thirteen m-months," She replied. He looked her in the eyes, and a warm, fuzzy feeling filled the pit of her stomach. She blushed. As they reached the library, Alex went over and told the girl in charge of the library who they were and registered them.
"What are we going to do here?" the voice asked. It was if Alex had read her mind.
" Whe can see a movie if you agree," he suggested. Willow nodded.
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Jane sighed softly with a slight smirk on her face as she finally finished all of her paper work. Turning towards her window not seeing much, most of the inmates were indoors... a few hours till everyone had to be in their cells, the wait always bored her. She needed something to do, something she liked to do anyway. working always had in some ways tensed her up alot never mind dealing with inmates everyso often, but today she had felt the burn of a fire demon for the first time ever working here and of course it was painful. She stood up out of her chair and walked over towards her book shelf not far from the door she grabbed a small book not looking at the cover and started to flick through the pages reading, reading calmed her down ever so slightly... But it wasn't anything special, she walked into her brother's office still reading
"Anything interesting happen so far brother?" she asked him, her nose in a book slowly flicking pages as the words of the book dragged her into a false reality "reading is something i've resorted to, nothing that will unbore me has came around yet." She simply said as she quickly glanced up to her brother.
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" Horror movie or comedy? "
If he thought a little bit, their life was a horror movie but anyway... He gaved them to Willow to choose and he waited. He looked in the library and saw the tv.
" Oh, there is!"
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"Anything interesting happen so far brother? Reading is something i've resorted to, nothing that will unbore me has came around yet."
She said with blatant unenthusiasm. Garath gave her a polite half smile and leaned back in his chair as he stared at his sister. Easily angered, savagely brutal at times, and with a long memory. Ms. Collinson had just made herself a dangerous enemy.
"Nothing yet Jane... But... It's still early."
He replied. Amidst the nearly hundreds of separate operations and projects Garath had in production one singular one came to the forefront of his mind and Garath began to wonder if his agent was making any progress...
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Jane sighed as she closed the book with a frown and sat in the seat in front of Garath's desk
"I might be attending... some form of Meeting with other prison owners round the world." Jane simply replied "and getting people aware about supernatural beings and insane humans, as it's a surprised as so most of ther 'humans' have escaped with unknown ways... And it would mean leaving you to yourself for a month or so... it's quite far away from here the meeting." She simply told him putting the book on his desk, Jane flicked her hair from her bright eyes with a frown.
"If you want to go thats fine... but you do so much better with the inmates than I do brother, you're stronger than myself." she paused "And if their's any trouble.. .something i can do i need you to ring me, and your lovely assistant to do my paper work." Jane smiled ever so slightly
"but i'm not sure if i'm offically attending the meeting yet." Jane muttered letting out a sigh "Meetings bore me too much, other owners do not know the issues of capturing a supernatural and how to keep them inside..." she soon frowned again "Fancy having a small drink... for a few hours?" she asked him with a smirk "their cerfew should be soon..."
Rusty Collinson
Rusty laughed ever so slightly as she took a seat on a small black settee facing a small tv screen [i]I need to get out of here...[/b] she thought to herself then glanced at Abram with a slight smile then to the hole in her hand with a frown, not healind as fast as it usually would... of course the injection was the reason why it wasn't healing. It was surpising... a hole in her hand...the same hand and the same place as where she was shot years ago... from her father shooting her, shamefully she could remember every part of her abusive life and why she killed everyone only making her angry ever so slowly but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes calming herself down.
"Or do you not play piano Abram?" she asked him with a slight frown
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"Yes, The Global Corrections and Imprisonment Delegates Conference. I've received an invitation myself..."
He replied casually as he pulled a single cigarette from the case. He lit it and put the case back in his pocket with a an ease that only comes from years of repetition.
"The Conference is important Jane. It would be irresponsible if neither of us attended."
He paused and took a long drag of the cigarette.
"I was actually planning on asking you to go in representation of Foxcroft and it's interests..."
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Jane smirked ever so slightly
"really?" she asked him letting out a slight chuckle flicking a strand of hair from her face
"fine I'll go, but if you could get your assistant to do paper work i'll end up getting tomorrow and other days it would be nice." Jane simply said as she sat up straight, her leg over the other and her hands on her lap "I'll try my best to represent this prison, I'll have to start packing soon though brother... once I've finished we should have a celebration drink" Jane smirked
"as we are the best prison, no one has escaped here at all..." Jane paused "all thanks to you."
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"You're reports are in good hands. Rebecca is one of my best."
With a look from Garath, Rebecca nodded obediently in agreement before showing Jane out of Garath's office. Garath Gatenby had another appointment and he always kept his appointments. Having his sister called from the premises was a plan that had been in motion for some time. It took some careful planning and calling in more than a few favors but he managed to have the Conference extend her an invitation in order to grant Garath the seclusion he needed to work. With his sister gone Garath could go about his business uninterrupted and unhindered. Now to his see to his agent.
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"But, the only thing I could play on the piano is Bethoven - Piano Sonata number 14." He smirked a small smirk at her, that was the only song he could play actually, he was going to learn more, but yeah, the fire. "I'll play for you." He walked towards the piano and sat down on the bench. Breathing out slowly he positioned his hands, and started to play the beautiful song.
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"Horror movie or comedy?" He asked her. Their life was more of a horror movie than a comedy. Still, Willow loved horror movies. She enjoyed watching stupid humans suffer. She studied the selection in his hands. The horror movie was Saw IV. The comedy was Grandma's Boy.
"L-let's w-watch the comedy," she suggested, flashing a soft smile towards him. She gently took the movie from him and put it into the DVD player. She sat down on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her.
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" Willow. I have to go. My transformation is comeing. If i stay with you ,i will hurt you. I..i have to go."
Now it was painful for him to speak. it was painful to move too but he could do that.
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Hearing him play she smirked slightly as she closed her eyes listening to music,
"for a voilinist you play piano nicely." she said softly opening her eyes then frowned "I could never play classical music too good." Rusty paused
"I always created my own music back at home... it wasn't appreciated if they knew i written it all" she muttered but smiled as he still played the piano. Her eyes watching him as he pressed the keys gracefuly and elegantly, it was strange to her... she wans't use to poeple playing the piano for her to hear and relax "I took all the music books and manuscript paper before i... killed everyone..." Rusty muttered "I think i was allowed them in my cell, if you want I'll give them to you... so you could learn?" she asked him "or i could teach you..." Rusty stopped and soon changed topic
"How long have you been here? and why are you here?" She asked him with a frown "you seem too nice to be in here..."
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He paused for a bit before answering he second question,"They accused me for murderer in the first degree, I mean they all deserved to die, I did everyone a favor, by getting rid of the problems. I have been hiding for 5 years before they caught me." He nodded to himself,"Thank you, but the world thinks i'm a monster."
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Rusty frowned ever so slightly as she heard his reason for being in here, but making her frown more
"I know how you feel..." She simply said as she glanced at him "it was kind of the same before i was in here..." she paused moving her hair from her face but she kept her back straight
"everyone in my village hated me... an easy way to put it." she paused slightly her hands on her lap "have you ever considered escaing this place Abram?" she asked him curiously "I don't think you could ever be a monster..." she whispered softly "monsters laugh and desire more when they have first killed... I don't think you'd want to kill again once you've done it the first time." She soon heard alarms ringing giving her a shock and an officer walking in shouting
"Cerfew! Time to be in your cells!" Rusty frowned more as she slowly got to her feet, she hasn't felt this weak or tired in years... she let out a loud yawn as she took two steps then stumbled, she turned to Abram with a small smile
"I guess i'll see you around?" she asked him but before she could get an answer people walking out pushed her out before she could even hear a reply.
Jane Gatenby
She had been taken out of her btrothers office, she soon walked to her room and grabbed her suitcase, neatly folding her clothes in outfit order and how they go together, her shoes placed at the bottom along with her make up and other personal essensials(sp?). She smirked slightly as she heard the alarms Cerfew... she thought to herself as she kept on packing, but she left an outfit out to change into once she stopped packing... she soon stopped zipping her suitcase up she quickly turned towards a mirror glancing at herself, her face beautiful as always ans her flawless skin on display except her bandaged wrist which made her growl
"how dare she lay her filthy hands on me..." Jane growled ever so slightly as she turned away and changed into a pair of formal black trousers, a long sleeved v neck t-shirt with a thin summer scalf wrapped round her neck nicely and a pair of thin black high heels. She then slid on a long light brown coat, buttoning it up quickly and then turned abck towards the mirror with a smirk perfect... she thought as she grabbed her suitcase, walking out of her room and the prison for a long and exausting trip.
Sadisuto growled softly underneath his breaths as he stood in front of Garath's office. Man! How he hated these sessions. Hesitantly, he raised his hand, prepared to knock the door. But the moment he touched the door, Sadisuto immediately retracted his hand. What to do? What to do? What to do? He didn't like to knock the door. He didn't want to attend to these sessions. He growled again, louder this time and touched his pocket slightly, searching for his knives but quickly realized they weren't there. He clutched his hands tightly and raised his hand again, this time knocked the door very softly.
Hesitantly, Sadisuto opened it and walked inside. He said curtly and to-the-point "...here for therapy session or whatever the hell you call it, Lord Meanie..."
"...here for therapy session or whatever the hell you call it, Lord Meanie..."
He Sadisuto said enthusiastically.
"I call it a conversation Mr. Kunshu."
He replied coolly before taking a drag on his cigarette. Just as the door opened and rebecca walked in with a tray holding a single glass of scotch. She set it on Garath's desk with a napkin before politely turning to Garath himself.
"Will that be all Mr. Gatenby?"
Garath looked to Sadisuto before answering.
"That depends on my guest. Would you like something to drink?"
Garath asked casually.
"That depends on my guest. Would you like something to drink?" Garath asked and Sadisuto had to fight the urge to answer '...is it okay if I drink your blood?' He bit his tone and tried to swallow the insult down. Finally, he shook his head "...hmm...nope, thanks...the teacup doesn't like me...she said that yesterday..." He answered randomly.
Crossing his arms and sat down on the seat opposite to Garath, Sadisuto huffed and continued "...let's get this over with..."
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Rusty sat in her cell with many papers on her bed, and piano books pitting them under her bed in a neat pile she glanced at the manuscript paper, realizing she had no pen great. So much for writing-wait a minute... her thought paused and saw a pencil which give her a slight grin I need to escape and I need help.. she thought as she grabbed the pencil and started writing music on it
"C flat minor..." she muttered "4/4 beat..." muttering again she started to quickly write a music, treble and bass cleff "she could hear the music in her mind as she written it, slow but sad... bringing an element of classical music into her work, writing four pages worth of music she soon turned them over writing a message.
Inmate, has be dark and mysterious,
I've come to realize that if you are insane. You are also
Choosen for this beautiful ritural... Not like
You know how the ritural goes.
Help will never be on it's way when you scream,
Escape has never been an option either, so
With this empty voice that i now have, I'll never be
Me again.
Meet along the side of the light and don't be
In the darkness where the ritural begins.
The master is nothing but a threat unless it's me who fights,
Hobbys are not allowed in his sight... But the
Room still shows what you love to do.
At 13:30.
She soon started writing the same on all of the sheets, hoping whoever gets it will get the message which gave her a slight smirk... it only looked like she was writing lyrics on the back of her music but she soon folded them up showing the manuscript side with the music written on and hid them under her pillow as she soon rested her head, the injection had made her sleepy but it helped her to fall asleep in peace and quiet even when inmate have been creating noise.
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