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Posted by Isabel on Mar 6, 2009 20:06:06 GMT -6
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Mar 15, 2022 21:07:28 GMT -6
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The grin was back, accompanied by an agreement to meet up at the next battle between the two opposing factions. A Battle Royale, as he put it, was becoming an increasingly attractive idea in her mind. First of all it would be a wonderful way for her to take out some of her anger on a batch of excellent targets. Also, since Calley seemed so keen on seeing her again and giving her a chance to get revenge for these little revelations, at the moment she'd be more than happy to oblige. Killing two birds with one stone would only improve the possibilities. And, fortunately for him, the prospect of such a fight overpowered the urge to permanently carve that grin off of his face.
The offer to pay for a cab would have been more gracious if it had not been followed by his assumptions of her capability of making it back on her own. He must not have known how difficult it was for her to get a cab anymore. Unless the driver had been living under a rock for the past few years, or she was persuasive enough in causing the car to stop, most people made it a point not to pick up alleged murderesses on the side of the road. Not that she had planned on hailing one in the first place. In the most favorable situation, a long walk would tire her out enough that she'd be content to just curl up in bed after a shower. If not, well the Sanctuary was plenty big enough to wander around in. And they could always pay to repair any damages done.
In any case, she wasn't exactly looking for any acts of charity on his part. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't just insult me," she said, shifting her bloodied fingers one more time. This conversation really wasn't healthy for her palms. She would have to tend to the cuts when she got back home, if her tolerance allowed her to. Really, Calley should consider himself blessed that any surfacing blood was originating from her, rather from the numerous possible injuries he'd already dodged in the conversation. "I can make my own way home just fine, thank you very much. You've already been so helpful already this evening, and it's getting late. I'm sure you have someplace you have to be sneaking into tonight. I wouldn't want to waste one more minute of your time," she continued, injecting a false tone of sincerity into her voice as she slowed to a stop by the next building they approached. Once again she was preparing her spidery mode of travel, glowering over at Calley in a last attempt to help him get the message. He could try to follow her if he insisted, but she considered the conversation to be over and would not tolerate his company for much longer.
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I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
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