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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 24, 2012 15:30:21 GMT -5
Elly will get no more from this one, he is making his retreat. At the sound of the door closing, he glances back and stops at the sight of Petunia in the hall.
He pauses, half-turned, and stares impassively at the woman. Who is she, really? Just a friend of Elly's? He had seen several of Elly's friends while he was preparing to kill her, but never this one. Something about the situation has his adrenalin rising, making his blood sing. But he waits. Let her make the first move.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 24, 2012 16:47:57 GMT -5
OOC: Out of thread for the time being due to being not in the hall!- - - Elly's first urge is to follow Det. Dahlia out. She cannot let her friend wander off into danger with some shady man! (Elly is friends with a human? She supposes she is. Elly decides to never tell Optimus, because he will never let her live it down.) The weight of the cellphone in her hand stops her, though. Elly puts her knife back into its sheath, grabs her cane, and hobbles out of the blankets to stand at the door, watching the peephole nervously. Don't die, Det. Dahlia! Don't turn into a spider, either. Elly will call shenanigans then.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 24, 2012 18:07:23 GMT -5
A smile flashes teeth. "You're not very good at not being suspicious."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 24, 2012 18:16:48 GMT -5
"And you are...?" Xavier asks, tilting his head at that grin. Bared teeth. A predator?
No, Xavier is a predator, and she is not the same as him. A hunter. Though he can't remember how, he knows he's dealt with hunters before. Let him have the name of this hunter then.
And shall they have a hunt, then?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 24, 2012 18:56:43 GMT -5
"Just a soul with an innocent face1." Petunia rolls her shoulders, then cracks her neck. "And you, Mr. Paige? What are you?"
A hunter is a type of predator. Their tastes in prey are different than Xavier's, though. Petunia's taste in prey is different than Xavier's.
If he runs, she'll chase.
1. "Crossfire", Jethro Tull[/size]
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 24, 2012 19:03:35 GMT -5
"Just a soul with an innocent face," Xavier echoes, giving Petunia his sweetest smile. In another life he might've been a real heartthrob.
He doesn't run - yet. But he does turn and continue down the hall, stooping to pick up his backpack on the way. He's already raised suspicion, and this woman knows his face. Better to not leave it behind where this woman might find it.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 24, 2012 20:37:30 GMT -5
Why did he bring a backpack with him? Petunia raises her eyebrows; any worry he wasn't (prey) incredibly suspicious is now silenced. Her smile widens into a baring of teeth.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 24, 2012 21:22:25 GMT -5
Your prey - ha! Xavier isn't prey- is escaping to the stairwell, Detective Dahlia! And while he may be walking now as he swings the backpack onto his shoulders, his ears are pricked for any sound of pursuit.
He knows he has made a glaring mistake, but at the same time he is thrilled at this brand new game he has discovered.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 25, 2012 11:08:16 GMT -5
"So where do you live, Mr. Paige?" Petunia pads along behind him, the sound of her footfalls gradually vanishing. If he looks behind him, he will see her still following - just quietly.
And smiling.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 25, 2012 14:20:51 GMT -5
"Why would I tell you that? I don't know you," Xavier says without turning, pulling open the stairwell door. The corner of his mouth twitches up. "You could be some crazy murderer."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 25, 2012 15:08:53 GMT -5
"So you don't live in this building," she murmurs. "It makes me wonder, then, how you do fit into this. I do not love monster men."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 25, 2012 15:42:52 GMT -5
"Me neither," Xavier replies. After all, as a monster man he doesn't even love himself. Turning, he gives Petunia a smirk and a two-finger salute before disappearing into the stairwell.
He takes the stairs two at a time.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 26, 2012 10:46:46 GMT -5
Petunia darts forward as soon as Mr. Paige steps through the stair door. She catches the door as it's falling shut, yanking it open hard enough to bounce against its hinges. Her blood thrums, there's electricity in her veins and a chase-
She gallops down the stairs in pursuit, smile gone but eyes dancing.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 26, 2012 16:32:40 GMT -5
Xavier curses to himself at the sound of Petunia's feet on the stairs. Just what he needs, some suspicious crazy woman chasing after him. What is she even planning on doing? Try to follow him home? Catch him and call the police?
Whatever, he's not getting caught. Never, ever. Not by this hunter.
As he pounds down the stairs, his fingers itch for a weapon. That would make this game so much more amusing. Though shooting his pursuer wouldn't exactly make him less suspicious.
Xavier scowls, vaulting over the railing onto the flight of stairs below. One of his ankles stings with the impact, and he stumbles, but he's at the base of the stairwell with the exit in sight. Ah, but for the power to never have to care about police or military or law.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 27, 2012 12:43:09 GMT -5
Petunia doesn't know what she would do if she caught Xavier. The concept of catching him is at the far edges of her mind; right now she wants to catch up.
She hurtles down the stairs, sees him vault over the rail, curses as she tries to speed up without breaking her neck. She can't jump down after him, not this high. But a little farther along...
As soon as it seems safe, she jumps over the rails. Her ankle cracks as she lands, drawing an oath in no human tongue from her lips.
Surely Xavier is already out the door, but at least she's a little closer.
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