Post by peebles on Aug 3, 2014 3:00:18 GMT
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Until Jack and Crow decided to escape. Bag in tow with the sole survivor of Dark's latest batch of subjects for his experiments, they flew off, soaring into the sky and away from the horrible home. With Jack tightly gripping onto Crow's back, they headed off, towards Clear's house in the distance.
"That was a close one!" Jack commented as they flew, breathless from their escapade. They had run through the halls, Shadow on their heels, searching through each and every room in Dark's horrible house. But each room either turned up empty, or supplied creatures that may have once been human, but were definitely not anymore. They had almost given up at one point, but, incredibly, they came upon the very last of Dark's subjects - untouched, unconscious, and safe. With their combined strength, they had dragged him into the bag they had brought along (not the most elegant of solutions to carrying him, but it was either that or being gripped in Crow's unpleasantly sharp talons) and made their daring and very impressive escape.
And though the last subject had been alive back at Dark's house, who knew what chemicals could have been pumped into him? Jack only hoped that it wasn't all for nothing.
"Help me carry him inside," Jack said once they landed, carefully opening up the bag that carried their fragile cargo, then dragging him out.
Crow rolled his eyes. What a weakling. Disgruntled, he helped Jack pick up the male and carry him into the pristine, white house that belonged to none other than Clear.
"Fuckin' did this on purpose, didn't ya?" Crow growled once they were inside. He could see Basket giving him weird looks from the way he was carrying the subject, since said subject's crotch was practically in his face. That, and Jack wouldn't stop giggling like a jackass.
"Of course not. It was just a happy coincidence."
The two headed upstairs, to Jack's room, where they deposited the subject in Jack's huge hammock. Then, they headed downstairs, briefly informing Jeeves, who was in the kitchen, of the unconscious male. "We brought him in, but we're not sure if he'll make it. Check in on him please, and call us if anything happens," Jack told the butler before heading out with Crow, who was still fuming.
In their foolish haste, however, the two had failed to think of one of the house's residents - someone whose bedroom was right across from Jack's. Someone who had heard everything.
With a smirk, Aveline took out a few markers she had used downstairs earlier from her pocket. "Should've stayed at father's house," she whispered to the sleeping male as she zeroed in on his face.
When she was done, she snickered, proud of her work. Then, she ran off, downstairs, to go bug Jeeves a bit before his attention was consumed by their new guest. If he ever woke up, that is.
Aveline hoped he didn't.
"That was a close one!" Jack commented as they flew, breathless from their escapade. They had run through the halls, Shadow on their heels, searching through each and every room in Dark's horrible house. But each room either turned up empty, or supplied creatures that may have once been human, but were definitely not anymore. They had almost given up at one point, but, incredibly, they came upon the very last of Dark's subjects - untouched, unconscious, and safe. With their combined strength, they had dragged him into the bag they had brought along (not the most elegant of solutions to carrying him, but it was either that or being gripped in Crow's unpleasantly sharp talons) and made their daring and very impressive escape.
And though the last subject had been alive back at Dark's house, who knew what chemicals could have been pumped into him? Jack only hoped that it wasn't all for nothing.
"Help me carry him inside," Jack said once they landed, carefully opening up the bag that carried their fragile cargo, then dragging him out.
Crow rolled his eyes. What a weakling. Disgruntled, he helped Jack pick up the male and carry him into the pristine, white house that belonged to none other than Clear.
"Fuckin' did this on purpose, didn't ya?" Crow growled once they were inside. He could see Basket giving him weird looks from the way he was carrying the subject, since said subject's crotch was practically in his face. That, and Jack wouldn't stop giggling like a jackass.
"Of course not. It was just a happy coincidence."
The two headed upstairs, to Jack's room, where they deposited the subject in Jack's huge hammock. Then, they headed downstairs, briefly informing Jeeves, who was in the kitchen, of the unconscious male. "We brought him in, but we're not sure if he'll make it. Check in on him please, and call us if anything happens," Jack told the butler before heading out with Crow, who was still fuming.
In their foolish haste, however, the two had failed to think of one of the house's residents - someone whose bedroom was right across from Jack's. Someone who had heard everything.
Aveline hoped he didn't.