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"Before the weight can hit the air..."
Who: Fred Holden & Ben Dunstan
What: Pork flavoured cheesecake, Fred planning to go splat, Ben calling Fred a tramp and a stupid bint.
Where: Scamander Park, then a bakery, then back.
When: July, 2006
Rating: R
Status: Closed; complete
Fred was having a slow day. There wasn't actually anything for her to behead or dematerialise or bury alive or stake or rip from limb to limb to scatter. She'd only had one and he'd been in one of the cells downstairs so she hadn't even gotten to travel for it. It was an immense killjoy for her. The life of an executioner, how unglamorous. Most of her day had been spent with paperwork. Crime of the Executed. Species of the Executed. Time of execution. Method of execution. Number of unsuccessful attempts. Length of time to pass. Injuries inflicted upon the executed. Injuries inflicted upon executioner. Description of execution. Name of executioner. Date. Sign. Stamp. Repeat. It was going to do her head in. Tedium and Fred just didn't get on.
In a desperate need to get away from her desk, Fred went wandering about. Most of the doors were closed or the offices were empty with people in the labs or out in the field. One, however, was occupied and the door was cracked open. She grinned despite the jerky that was clasped between her teeth. Pushing the door open, Fred entered without invitation and perched herself on the edge of the unoccupied desk "Blow anyone up lately, Ben? I saw bits of a suspicious looking type outside and I thought, 'look, Ben's doing such a grand job at this explosion thing.'" Tearing her jerky she grinned at him.
( Buy the sky and sell the sky... )
What: Pork flavoured cheesecake, Fred planning to go splat, Ben calling Fred a tramp and a stupid bint.
Where: Scamander Park, then a bakery, then back.
When: July, 2006
Rating: R
Status: Closed; complete
Fred was having a slow day. There wasn't actually anything for her to behead or dematerialise or bury alive or stake or rip from limb to limb to scatter. She'd only had one and he'd been in one of the cells downstairs so she hadn't even gotten to travel for it. It was an immense killjoy for her. The life of an executioner, how unglamorous. Most of her day had been spent with paperwork. Crime of the Executed. Species of the Executed. Time of execution. Method of execution. Number of unsuccessful attempts. Length of time to pass. Injuries inflicted upon the executed. Injuries inflicted upon executioner. Description of execution. Name of executioner. Date. Sign. Stamp. Repeat. It was going to do her head in. Tedium and Fred just didn't get on.
In a desperate need to get away from her desk, Fred went wandering about. Most of the doors were closed or the offices were empty with people in the labs or out in the field. One, however, was occupied and the door was cracked open. She grinned despite the jerky that was clasped between her teeth. Pushing the door open, Fred entered without invitation and perched herself on the edge of the unoccupied desk "Blow anyone up lately, Ben? I saw bits of a suspicious looking type outside and I thought, 'look, Ben's doing such a grand job at this explosion thing.'" Tearing her jerky she grinned at him.
( Buy the sky and sell the sky... )