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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 20:15:38 GMT -5
::The punch connected, and though cushioned by the hood, still caused Odin to lose his balance. He fell forward towards her.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 20:19:07 GMT -5
Quickly stepping out of the way, Paige waited till he was further down to do an axe kick to his back. Maybe it wouldn't help to make him even more injured, if she wanted her powers back. However, she was far too angry right now to calm down.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 20:25:41 GMT -5
::Odin summoned what strength was left within him and rolled onto his back. It took precious seconds he might not otherwise have to climb to his feet, although he wasn't steady. A hand reached into his pocket to remove the small tranquilizer gun, and he fired at her.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 20:37:16 GMT -5
Paige stood in a fighting position, ready to fight him again when she saw him take out a gun. Before she even had time to react she felt something prick her in the leg, staring down at her leg in shock she soon swayed unevenly before hitting the floor.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 20:53:35 GMT -5
::Odin did what he had to do, but he was not a cruel man. He caught her before she could hit her head and possibly concuss herself. He lowered her carefully to the ground in the alley, and then put away his gun. Next, he cuffed her hands, gentle and practiced in her touch. He stretched, readied himself to lift her; his equilibrium was off from the injuries, not that the Bureau would care. He had to deliver her himself.
He pressed one hand to his nose to curb the bleeding; it had slowed but hadn't yet stopped. This was a thankless job. With a sigh, he lifted her into a fireman's carry over his shoulder, and began to walk to the nearest registration station.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 20:56:33 GMT -5
((I'm assuming we're still RPing in this thread?))
Paige wasn't even aware that Odin had stopped her from hitting the ground, nor was she aware that he had cuffed her. As he picked her up off of the floor, she was completely limp as he put her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, her arms hanging limply over his shoulder, her head dangling against his shoulder as she breathed deeply and evenly.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 20:59:28 GMT -5
((OOC: You assume correctly.))
::The walk took longer than it would another man, as Odin's limp was compounded by the other injuries and her dead weight on his back. Half an hour later, they arrived; the agent working the desk recognized him, of course, and let him through to place her in the conference room. When she roused, they could begin the registration promised, and as promised, she would be let go. Unless Trask had use of her.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 21:03:46 GMT -5
Paige thought she had fallen asleep at her desk, however she then remembered having been walking. She could feel her neck strained as her chin was resting against her neck. Wincing from the pain in her stomach, she slowly began to remember what had happened, and once realization hit her, her eyes snapped open and she looked up in shock. At the same time, she realized her hands were behind her, locked by handcuffs, and began to yank them, as if that would get her free from them.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 21:07:06 GMT -5
"It doesn't help," ::Odin retorted from where he sat, on the other side of the long table. Files were open before him, to allow him to take the necessary information.:: "You'll only chafe your wrists."
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 21:09:04 GMT -5
Her vision had been blurred momentarily, but when it focused, she saw Odin sitting on the other side of the rather long table. Jaw clenching tightly, her nostrils flared in anger. "I trusted you." Paige said, betrayal and hurt in her voice.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 21:28:57 GMT -5
"I know," ::Odin replied, his voice lacking emotion, to an extent unusual even for him. Deep within his drugged mind, he reeled at the thought of betraying a friend, of bringing her here, but he had no choice in the matter.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 21:31:38 GMT -5
Paige struggled against the cuffs again after he spoke. Wincing slightly as it began to hurt her wrist, she stopped momentarily. "What do you want, anyway?" She asked, though she had a pretty good idea.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 21:38:13 GMT -5
"You aren't on file," ::Odin replied, before tapping the folder with his pen.::
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Post by Husk on Oct 31, 2008 21:40:27 GMT -5
"And I don't plan to be." Paige said, her voice filled with anger. Why he, of all people, would do this to her...She felt so betrayed.
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Post by Odin on Oct 31, 2008 21:59:22 GMT -5
"You don't have a choice in the matter," ::Odin informed her, as though he were informing her there would be no fishsticks served for lunch that day, something so banal. A far cry from the true severity of the issue.:: "We can do this the simple way, with answering a few questions and getting fingerprints, or you can chafe your wrists raw and sit here all day. I'm not going anything with myself."
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