tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-07-30 12:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-07] july, ! npc, tabitha pryce |
Who: Tabitha Pryce & Margaret Wilson.
What: Kidnapping pregnant women!
When: 30 July 1980, early afternoon.
Where: Margaret Wilson's house.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Maggie Wilson's magazine was mocking her. On one page there was an article on "how to achieve that hot swimsuit body you always wanted(!)" The next page had an advertisement with hippos sipping drinks while under hair drying machines at the beauty salon. She got it. She was fat, and gross, and her feet were too big for her shoes, and hot and sweaty and she was never ever again having sex in autumn if it meant that she would be pregnant come the middle of summer. It was nearly two weeks past her due date, and although her Healer had told her she was about to pop any day, the baby seemed quite content taking up permanent residence inside her stomach. And now that damn foundation was "recommending" she stop by the foundation for a mandatory check up. "At her convenience." Right. What would be convenient would be if those obnoxious broodmare women in their fancy expensive dresses would leave her alone and stop recommending she stop by. Maggie hadn't liked them back when she'd been in school. She'd done her time, and now she wanted them out of her life now. The three days were up, and (shock of shocks!) nothing had happened. The kid was fine, however rooted it was up there, and she was fine. She didn't need any overly dressed swots poking around in her business, Charlotte Bole, Hr. be damned. ...Oooh. Speaking of bowls, she could do with some ice cream. And possibly some taco salad. Her roommate Nora was bringing home chinese takeaway once she finished her shift at work, but Nora wanted something now. After a good minute and a half of trying to push herself up off the sofa, she headed into the kitchen, wondering what teriyaki sauce would taste like on cookie dough ice cream. Tabitha sighed. Another boring assignment. Why was she surprised anymore? It was always going to be boring. It wasn't tennis. It wasn't a rampant, carnal, savage life of gorging herself on flesh and doing whatever she pleased, whenever she wanted to. And after listing off the few talents she had and being told that the DMLE was still where she fit best, she was attempting to resign herself to this life. At least there were still nights of sneaking away to kill with Marius. At least there was still Ciara and the rest of the pack. At least there was still the glorious full moon. Another sigh, and she glanced back at the 4th tier Death Eater standing some distance away to wait for her to take care of business, before she lifted her hand to knock on the door. Why the hell was Nora knocking on the door if she was back already? The girl had a key, she could let herself in. After a moment of thinking on it, though, Maggie realised that she might've had her hands full if she was bringing things home, or she could've forgotten said key, and it wasn't as if her roommate didn't have a lazy streak anyway. Leaving the carton of ice cream sitting open on the counter with the spoon stabbed into it, Maggie waddled into the front room and stood on her tip-toes to see through the small window at the top of the door. ...That was definitely not Nora. That was that Tabitha Pryce woman from the papers, and "rehabilitated" or not, Maggie didn't want a freaking werewolf stopping over for tea. Instead of opening the door to give her a piece of her mind, though, Maggie simply flipped the deadbolt on the door to make sure she stayed out, and wandered back into the kitchen, the late afternoon visitor forgotten with the promise of food waiting in the other room. At the click of the deadbolt being flipped into place, Tabitha growled with annoyance. Why did this woman want to make things more difficult than this was already going to be? She lifted her hand again, curled into a fist to pound on the door even harder than before. "Open up, Ms Wilson! I know you're in there. I'm here to talk about the Foundation with you." Oh for the love of... "No one's home; fuck off!" Maggie called cheerily through the house, rolling her eyes and digging into the tub of cookie dough. Clearly if she wanted to hear about Narcissa Malfoy's fucking foundation she would've sought it out herself. And if they thought she'd be more willing to listen because they sent some trussed up murderer over to chat, they were clearly more stupid than she'd originally thought. Well, if that was the way she wanted to play it -- Tabitha grabbed the handle and tested the door, trying to see if she could force her way inside. She turned to look at the Death Eater and snarled, "get the door open." A simple unlocking charm later, and Tabitha was telling herself into the woman's house as the Death Eater remained outside to keep watch. "Come out, come out, Ms Wilson!" she called out, following the trail of the woman's scent as she made her way through the house. Maggie felt her heart jolt at hearing the sound of the front door creak open despite the lock (fuck, wasn't she one of those muggle werewolves too? How did she do that?) and backed away from the kitchen door until she hit the far wall, not quite sure of what to do. She'd taken those defence classes in Hogsmeade the previous summer, but she'd been a good 50 pounds lighter at the time and wasn't slowed down by hoisting around her giant growth of a baby. Her instinct was to owl the Ministry to let them know that there was an intruder in her house, but if the woman had been sent from the Foundation, which was affiliated with the Ministry... "Shite." Maggie dropped the carton where she stood, pulling her wand out and dashing -- or, as it was, wobbling, stupid stomach -- into the bathroom, where she promptly locked that door behind her as well. The house wasn't that big; there were only so many places that Maggie could hide, and only so many places that Pryce could look before she found her. And if Pryce followed her into the bathroom, she was getting showered in toilet cleaner, which Maggie held armed and ready in her non-wand hand. The trail led her past the bathroom and into the kitchen, which she found to be empty save for the open container of ice cream on the counter. "Everything would be much easier on both of us if you'd just come out now," Tabitha said, making herself right at home and opening the fridge to peek inside. When she didn't see anything of interest (ugh, cold meat and no time to at least heat it up), she shut the door and continued to search the house. She hadn't gone upstairs, at least. "I can find you, you know. I can smell you. It would be in your best interest to cooperate. You don't want anything to happen to your baby, do you?" No, she didn't want anything to happen to her baby, which is exactly why Maggie didn't plan on going anywhere quietly with a bloody werewolf. It was bad enough the thing was in her house; leaving with pretty much seemed like suicide, especially with the way Tabitha was cat-calling threats through the house. Maggie glanced around the bathroom, hoping that something would jump out at her so that she'd know what to do, since if Pryce could apparently smell her, there likely wasn't much time. Her eyes fell on the bar of soap laying next to the sink, and after a quick glance up to the mirror on the front of the medicine cabinet, Maggie scribbled "Foundation broke in werewolf came over HELP" on the glass before moving back toward the door, her hand shaking. Opening the door as quietly as possible before slipping out into the hallway, re-closing the door behind her, Maggie attempted to move as softly as possible away from the bathroom and toward the stairs, praying that Tabitha wouldn't hear her. Or smell her, apparently. While Tabitha may not have heard her, she spotted her as she left the kitchen back out into the hallway nearing the stairs -- with a growl, she sprinted down the hall in chase; she knew she needn't run much to catch up with a pregnant woman. No need to waste her energy. "Stop where you are!" she demanded, her arms stretched out to grab hold of her. She'd only made it up three steps by time Pryce caught up with her, twisting (and failing) to free herself from the woman's grasp. "Get out of my house," Maggie yelled down at her, trying to pry Tabitha's hands away from her. "Breaking and entering is a bloody crime, y'know!" Not having any success in pushing the woman away, Maggie's tactic changed, and she instead yanked one of the picture frames off of the wall leading up the staircase and smacked the werewolf in the head with it as hard as she could manage. Tabitha recoiled as soon as the frame smashed over her head, shaking her head to get the broken glass out of her hair. He had lost her grip when she pulled back, but she was quickly lunging for the woman again, snarling. "I'll push you down these fucking stairs if you don't start cooperating, you bitch!" She didn't care what happened to this woman or her baby. It wasn't fair, and Tabitha's jealously was escaping from her in rage as she grabbed for the woman's legs while she chased her up the stairs. Tabitha had managed to pull Maggie's left leg out from underneath her, and Maggie tried her best to twist around so that she would fall on her back instead as her hands instinctively flew to protect her stomach. Her eyesight went temporarily blurry as Maggie's head cracked against the railing, and all she could do was swear at the woman while attempting to bat her away with her hands. "You bitch, you stupid bloody bitch, what the fuck is the matter with..." Maggie's cursing trailed off as she looked downwards, fate taking that very inconvenient moment to have her water break. "Oh fuck me, not now." She followed Maggie's gaze, staring for a moment in surprise and not certain what she should do now. But Tabitha steeled her resolve, a dark look crossing her face as she lifted her eyes back up to Maggie's face and grinned. "Looks like you've got not choice now. Unless you wanna deliver your baby right here," she said, leaning down closer to her before she continued: "And if you do that, I'm gonna eat your child alive before I eat you. Your choice. Come with me to the Foundation Centre, or you're both dead." Maggie didn't have the slightest idea what to do. Nora wasn't due home yet, no one else would think to come and check on her unless Maggie specifically owled to inform them that she was in desperate need of checking-up on (her mother had always offhandedly sworn that Maggie's independent streak would be the death of her, and now it was looking like it was about to be true), and if this dirty halfbreed was threatening to eat her and her child if they didn't go to the Foundation Centre, whatever lie in store for her there must have been just as bad. "Why? What is so bloody important at the fucking Foundation? I can't just-- I need my fucking Healer you stupid dirty bint, not that lot of overdressed ninnies," Maggie spat at her, her eyes brimming with tears despite trying to steel her nerves so as not to start weeping in terror. She wasn't going to cry in front of this fire-haired mess. "Oh, there are Healers there who I'm sure can help you just as well," Tabitha assured the woman, her voice a mocking tone. She glanced back at the front door to shout: "HEY! Get in here and help me tie this bitch up." The Death Eater let himself into the house (although he was not wearing his black robes and mask), and he hesitated when he saw the situation in front of him -- but when Tabitha snarled at him to hurry up, he pulled his wand out and aimed it at Maggie, casting a binding charm. "I don't want their healers. I'm not going to your stupid Foundation," Maggie glared up at the woman. "If it's so important I go that they sent you here to bring me back there, you'd probably be in deep shite if you tried to eat--" She stopped speaking immediately when Tabitha called outside, freezing up when the door slammed open and a man with a wand moved inside. Maggie attempted to crawl away and up the stairs from Tabitha, an endless stream of cuss-words pouring from her mouth. She only made it a step and a half upward before the ropes that sprang from the man's wand coiled tightly around her body, binding her limbs together, leaving Maggie helpless and terrified and nearly completely immobile despite her struggles. "Well, good thing I don't have to eat you then, isn't it? I'd hate to get into trouble. After all, I'm so well behaved every other time!" Tabitha reached out and hauled Maggie up before looking at the Death Eater. "Get us to the Foundation Centre before she pops this thing out," she said, and the Death Eater once again looked indignant at being ordered around by a filthy werewolf -- but he apparated the three of them out of the house without another word. |