illusorysavant (illusorysavant) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-05-24 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | illusion |
Who: Illusion OT Pan
Where: On the New York Streets
When: Late afternoon May 24th
What: Sinister got what he needed and now to avoid problems, he turns her loose, far from home and lost as can be.
He could certainly say that his guest had been little trouble. In fact, she had been a model prisoner if one wished to look at it that way. She didn't fight him. She didn't scream at random hours (only when she was actually hurt). While she didn't seem to like him being directly around her, she hadn't cowered away from him in fear of the things to come. It was as if she remembered none of it from one hour to the next. It appeared she did remember but for the most part, it ceased to be important to her thinking almost immediately. Not a bad thought process to have, in his opinion.
It was quite easy to give her a simple shot. Minutes later, she was slumped heavily against the wall at the corner of her bed. He picked up her light frame easily. Her time with him was over. He had all he truly needed and to keep her now would only draw attention down upon him sooner than he wanted. There were still too many things to do to reveal his presence now.
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Mya woke up and rubbed her eyes to clear away the sleep. She had been laid out next to a dumpster, so she was slightly dirty and more than a little wet, looking like a bedraggled kitten with her bewildered expression.
Shaking her head, she made a confused sound and pulled herself onto her feet. Nothing looked familiar and Mya would have known immediately if it did. She poked her lip out in a tired pout and rubbed her eyes again before picking at her wet shirt. While Mya didn't think about such things, she was a bit of a mess and it was as that mess she wandered out from the side street and onto the sidewalk.