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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 10, 2009 18:06:28 GMT -5
 ::Manuel stopped his struggling when he noticed a woman appear out of nowhere. It wasn't as though it had done any good thus far; his wrists hurt, he was sure he had rope burn, and he remained tied to the chair. Considering how she appeared, she had to be a mutant. His voice was hoarse, not trusting, as he asked the question.:: "Who are you?" |
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Post by Shade on Mar 10, 2009 18:11:11 GMT -5
He eyed her with some suspition, Shade noticed and even though this guy was actually the one who was likely on her side or somewhere in its vicinity (if there had to be a side opposed to the others and this was where she saw herself on), she knew better than to initially assume too much. "I was around" she said while already having a look around the room, checking it for anything suspicious. "you´re lucky." She walked over to the chair and tried to undo the bonds, shuddering slightly when she saw the bruises on the other one´s wrists. "Did they say if they´ll come back?" she asked, while busy with the knots.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 10, 2009 19:00:47 GMT -5
::Manuel, if he could be amused, would have been that she said he was lucky. He had thought the same thing in being left, despite the fact that if he were truly lucky, he would never have been in this situation to begin with. Although he couldn't trust her, she was trying to free him, and that earned her points as far as he was concerned. His hands were swollen and his wrists marked and bruised.:: "They'll be back." |
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Post by Shade on Mar 11, 2009 1:38:05 GMT -5
It wasn´t an easy thing to do to actually concentrate on the knots. He must have pulled on them and the ropes had started to cut into his skin. However, he was holding still and that made things a bit easier for Shade even though she could tell her fingers were trembling slightly.
She had left the door ajar as it had been, also to be able to have half an ear on the floor. "Then we should hurry." she mumbled when she finally managed to losen the ties. "Did they ... did they leave anything here? Any information? Do you know who they are?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 11, 2009 11:50:47 GMT -5
::When the bonds around Manuel's wrists loosened, he flexed his hands and came loose of them. Quickly, he stretched his arms, rolled his shoulders, and felt power surge through his hands now that they were free. Those men would pay, no doubt about that. He began working at his other bonds, the ones around his waist and legs, since he could move again.:: "Human supremacists, and sadists. They're insane." |
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Post by Shade on Mar 11, 2009 13:19:45 GMT -5
As soon as the guy was free, or rather, as soon as he had his hands free, Shade got to her feet again, looking around. She could feel her heart pound against her chest and nervousness was getting worse by the minute. She wasn´t scared of being caught - at this point she was rather self confident about her powers. She would vanish before they could get hold of her, if possible taking the other mutant under her cover - but this wasn´t just about getting out. She had something to do, before she could even think of it.
Not replying to what he said, Shade looked around the room hastily, then started to walk around quickly, looking this way and that, pushing aside chairs, uncovering the bedsheets to have a look. She didn´t know what she was looking for, but she needed a proof. If there was any she needed it as much as she dreaded the possible outcome. If there was none, she had at least tried. She tried to keep half her attention on her surroundings which wasn´t too easy. To the other mutant what she was doing had to look strange but that didn´t even cross her mind.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 14, 2009 13:07:09 GMT -5
::Manuel freed his waist and then went to work on his legs. His fingers were nimble, spurned by urgency and new-found freedom. He had to get out of this as quickly as possible. Although he worked on the knots, he watched her make her way around the room.:: "What is it you want?" |
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Post by Shade on Mar 15, 2009 5:24:32 GMT -5
There was nothing hidden under the bed sheets or under the bed. A small table with a drawer held a similarly disappointing result. Just an obligatory bible in the nightstand that looked just as worn down as the whole place. Shade shut the nightstand quickly, then hastily rubbed her sleeve over the handle before she moved on.
"Information." she gave back, listening for voices outside for a moment, but there was nobody yet. "Did they leave anything here? Any sort of paperwork?"
She saw no reason to tell him what exactly she was looking for and she didn´t even know what he would do once he was free from his bonds. Maybe he would just run away, she didn´t know. But as long as she didn´t know she might as well try if this guy maybe knew something that could help her.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 17, 2009 11:16:30 GMT -5
::As much as Manuel wanted to leap out of his chair the moment he was free of leg restraints, he had to move slowly. He'd been beaten and had sustained a bit of a head injury, and the last result he wanted was to lose consciousness so soon after gaining his freedom. He forced himself to stretch his legs, to wiggle his toes in his shoes, and to test himself before standing; thankfully, he could keep his balance. Information. He could not tell what this woman was after, specifically, but she had something against those two men. She could join the club; revenge was his for what they had done to him. His voice was still hoarse from his earlier screaming, and he rubbed his throat before replying,:: "I was a little too busy being worked over to notice paperwork." |
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Post by Shade on Mar 18, 2009 8:50:06 GMT -5
Shade tossed the young man a short glance to check if he had managed to get rid of his bonds or if he needed further assistance, while she abandoned the night stand and walked over to a shabby desk near the window. "Okay..." she said. There wasn´t much she could say to him right now, not because she would have been shy around a stranger or something but her adrenaline was still high, she was half listening to the outside of the room and of course all her senses were overtaxedly alert to looking for ... well, she herself couldn´t put it any clearer than ´information´ either.
The desk had a drawer and she opened it. Inside, as she only noticed after a second, having expected this to be empty too, were a couple of sheets of paper, put into some sort of a yellow / brown folder. Nothing was written on the folder. Shade took it out and started to flip through the pages.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 19, 2009 13:42:00 GMT -5
::Now standing, Manuel began to walk around the room, testing his legs, testing his balance, testing his vision. He was well enough, all that had happened considered, but he wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible, before those men returned. Then he wanted to set this entire hotel aflame and watch it burn to the ground, with those men inside.:: "We should leave." |
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Post by Shade on Mar 19, 2009 14:05:16 GMT -5
"Just a moment." Shade murmured, still flipping through the pages. First, what she had found didn´t make much sense, just random codes and tiny writing for pages and pages. Most of it was hand written and hard to deciper. She looked up when she heard a sound but noticed it came from the streets outside. They were still save. Yet. She knew the young guy was probably right to remind her, but she wanted to know what this was first.
Leafing further she found a couple of pages that looked like a grid. Names. Places, more information. It looked like files, files on people, mutants to be precise, three sets on each page. The first one had an Adrian De Marco, Chicago, age 19, mutation: levitation, followed by a Susan Riley, 42, a shape shifter from the same city.
She turned another page...and her heart missed a beat.
The data on the mutant on the bottom of the page seemed to jump right at her face. The first name seemed to have been crossed out and rewritten, but she believed to still see the remains of a "...ly" that had once beloned to her own first name - Emily.
Back then, more than two years back, they had known her to be a mutant, but in the end, someone else had gotten into the line of fire. Someone they had not planned to kill but they had not bothered to keep alive since he too, was a worthy applicant for this list. She could feel herself pale and had to keep her fingers from starting to shake when she read through that section of the grid, the ultimate proof in her hands that she had risked all this for and yet that she had dreaded so much. It read:
Name: James (Jimmy) Hays
Location: Ashville
Age: 12
Mutation: Telekinesis
Date: September 2007
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 19, 2009 14:22:57 GMT -5
::Though Manuel could only manipulate emotions with the use of his hands as focal points, he could sense the emotions of others at all times; he did what he could to ignore them most of the time. For an empath, he was disinterested due to the unrelenting onslaught of feelings he had to experience at all times, and his own harsh life. Despite wanting to leave first and ask questions later, he could feel a wealth of emotions from her, warring with each other while keeping her frozen in her tracks, a paper in her hand. He stepped closer to her.:: "What is it?" |
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Post by Shade on Mar 19, 2009 14:39:42 GMT -5
It didn´t happen often that Shade reacted to something like she did now. Quite literally frozen, completely uncertain, caught in the weirdest mix of emotions that put her at a complete loss of what to do. She heard that the other one said something but it took her a moment until his words made sense to her. Tearing her gaze away from the list for a moment, her eyes darted over to meet his for a moment. "Nothing." she said. "I´m... I´m okay."
She tried to think, quickly deciding about the first thing at hand - what to do with the list. It seemed like the only thing that was easy to decide on right now and with flying, slightly shaking fingers she folded the whole thing two times (which proved somewhat difficult since the whole thing consisted of maybe a dozen pages) and unceremoniously stuffed it into her jeans pockets, making sure she stuffed it in deep enough so it wouldn´t get lost.
Had someone asked her what she was thinking right now, she wouldn´t be able to give any sort of a coherent reply. She couldn´t even say what the strongest emotion was. Anger? Confusion? Pain? Uncertainty? Maybe in that order, but she really didn´t know. She had not thought any further, she had not considered what she would do if these people really turned out to be the people she had thought them to be. What the heck was she to do with that? Go to the cops? No. For some reason that didn´t sound like an option. Probably what the stranger suggested was... a good idea. Get the heck out of her. Wait, just get out? Leave?
Well, what exactly are you planning to do, Shade, her inner voice demanded to know. Hit them on the nose like that stupid guy in the bar? Don´t be ridiculous.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 19, 2009 15:49:36 GMT -5
::She most obviously was anything but "okay" however, Manuel had his own concerns and so would not focus on it. She was also stealing a paper that meant something to her, but he could not bring himself to focus on that either. He grabbed one of the folders and glanced at it, deciding to keep it though it meant nothing to him beyond belonging to his captors.:: "Grab and go. Come on." |
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