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Tweak says, "princess is in another castle"

Davis Bruin (grizzled) wrote in audeamus,
@ 2008-07-07 23:19:00

Entry tags:

fairytales

[tales & horrors]
who: Well, to begin with, Theo Parkland (introduced here), Mr. Stoughton (mr_stoughton), Davis Bruin (grizzled), Ella Verloren (gretel), Livia Ibanescu (sceleratus), Jared Mirado (charcoal_crow), and Cal Masterson (cantcatchme).

Everyone and their mother to follow; SO FAR:
Kelly Green (thewitch), Sebastian Shakespeare (maelstroms), Mason Haldis (gargoyled), Eli Verloren (hansel), Tony Sommerfield (theugliest), Ellen Hastings (overclockwork), Deric Kirsch (simsim), & Esme Templeton(mockingly).

what: The Discussion: What to do about Stoughton?
where: One of Davis' ground floor apartments at Oasis Palms Apartments.
when: Now. The timeline is a bitch, but it's after everything that's happened before now. XD
rating: High. We're talking swearing, violence, all of it. Participate at your own risk.
note: There is no posting order. Events are occurring as we move down the thread, like a live chat room. Unless you're replying to something another character said, post new comments to the main post. Sometimes the action will move down, and in such a case link to anything you're replying to from above. See this comment for an example. If you are playing multiple characters you need not sign out and in for every little person change.

The apartment was on the ground floor, a few doors down from Davis' own aparment. It was currently empty, sparsely furnished, and had short blue carpet. It was a simple two-bedroom one-bath, and the air conditioner worked. There was no couch and the shades were drawn. A young man with dull eyes was tied securely to a chair placed in the center of the living room, and he was the only one smiling in the whole apartment.

It had taken only a few hours for the news to spread that they had caught the horrible Mr. Stoughton. Most people knew Davis' name, and even more of them knew where he lived. If they were in Las Vegas, it certainly wasn't a reach to find out where Mr. Stoughton was being held if the police didn't have him.

A big black man with one hand forever in his jean pocket stood leaning against one wall in the kitchen. Davis himself sat on the kitchen table, and he was talking to a rail-thin man traced with tattoos. He had gone out a little earlier in the evening and returned with a beautiful pale woman that nobody recognized. Cal Masterson, large and pissed, stood between Ella and the doorless entryway to the living room, his arms crossed.

Besides the man tied to the chair in the living room, Cal and Davis were the only Tales present so far. Everyone looked at the door at the first new entrance.

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thewitch
2008-07-08 01:35 am UTC (link)

From Kansas a beat up Toyota Corrolla had carried Kelly and her first mate, Sebastian, towards the heat of Las Vegas. She drove. She drove hard and fast, and didn't pause to rest until they were within state lines, and even then she still drove, determined to get to this Oasis Palms. Somehow she knew where it was, and she wasn't sure how, but they arrived in one piece outside of the complex, looking a little worse for the wear but alive. Which was more than she could say for Stoughton.

Out of the men in the room, and the shy girl in the back, Kelly only knew one and when she opened the door, her eyes looked around the room at the varying heights and grinned, slow and malicious, but then wide and happy (or as happy as one could be after a killer's accomplice has been captured and was awaiting his death by the hands of the friends of his victims) as the pixie sized girl, barely coming to five foot, waltzed into the room.

"Hello, boys." It was a sausage fest.

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maelstroms
2008-07-08 01:42 am UTC (link)

Sebastian could attest to the fact that Kelly had not stopped the entire way from Kansas, not even when he whined that he had to piss thanks to the case of Mountain Dew he had stored in the back of the car. Oh no. Thanks to the news in Las Vegas, she was on a mission and he knew there was no stopping her, not even Mother Nature herself. Gosh he adored this woman.

Sauntering in after the Captain to his Tenniel, he glanced around the room at the other people, carefully making mental notes on their appearances... just in case. You never know what the situation may bring, after all. "Well. This certainly is a motley crew," he mused with a flash of a smile, his hands digging around in his pockets. "Anyone care for a cigarette?"

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sceleratus
2008-07-08 01:56 am UTC (link)

"I would." For sitting with a bunch of would-be murderers and a psychopath, Livia looked remarkably at ease. She was all in red--it only felt appropriate--and four inch heels, legs crossed and body reclined as if they were to discuss the latest dinner party, or the newest social fad. She did not rise when Sebastian pulled out the cigarettes, merely resituated her long legs and reached forward to take it. She was seated near Davis with a near sense of ownership, as if, being the only person in the room with whom she was acquainted, she had something of a claim over him. Then again, Livia was one of those women who seemed to own whatever room she was currently in. Lazy confidence practically oozed off her.

In her purse was a lighter, and she lit the smoke casually, re-crossing her legs, looking European and elegant--out of place. She blew a steady stream of smoke out the side of her mouth, and spoke in that thick, heady accent. "Thank you."

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charcoal_crow
2008-07-08 02:00 am UTC (link)

The tattooed man was a horror, and he looked up from his conversation with Davis. Cut it off, actually. The dark eyes were bright and they narrowed a bit at seeing her. He shook his head, and the grinding gravel of his voice made Cal flinch. "Jesus, Kelly." A small smile curved his long mouth. "I should have known you'd show up here." Jared Mirado was in too-loose jeans and a thin white muscle shirt, and he seemed to be all bone and inked skin. He had one hand in his pocket.

Jared jerked a chin at Davis. "This is Davis. He caught the guy." Davis and Cal both flicked a look at the black man who was neither tale nor horror, but he didn't move nor protest.

Davis nodded greeting. He didn't have to ask if they were horrors. "What's your take in this?" He wanted to know if it was personal.

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thewitch
2008-07-08 02:08 am UTC (link)

A wider grin was directed towards Jared, squishing up her nose. "I always go where the party is," but only until it ended. Once Stoughton's time was up, so was hers.

Kelly nodded at Davis as he was introduced, stepping away from the safety Sebastian provided and to the aura that Davis seemed to cast. He was an impressive looking man, and she certainly did not mind sharing a room with him. Passing a surprisingly clean hand through heavy hair, she shrugged with vague carelessness, casting a quick look at Stoughton. He was a creepy git.

"He should be hung by his toes, burned, skinned head to toe, and when he can't take it anymore, healed so we can do it all over again." No one ever said she was passive.