MaraTwasHere
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“You scared?” She asked with a smirk, hiking herself halfway out the window so only her upper part was in. “Listen here, you can’t be a wuss in Oxford. A bit of Gobblers oughtn’t-” She screeched, before being tugged down from the window, Hugo yelling as he was forced after her from their bond.
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She looked around. For someone who just had a kid from her divion kidnapped she was very calculating and calm. “Come, the window.” She led them back over to where the oak tree was. “They’ll search the college. They wont think far enough to look past that.”
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“Indeed, ya gonna have to. All of Oxford is gonna be suspicious.” She sighed and Hugo wrapped himself around her neck, protectively or possessively was unknown.
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“I’m certain! I saw the hall window open last night. Come on, we ain’t got time to walk anymores up here. Scholars will be comin every where looking for ’em. Some of the servant kids are crying.” She motioned down the stair case.
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Bonnie gritted her teeth. So troublesome, so tedious, but if she were unable to catch the culprit it would be trouble. Shameless, she ran up to the man before touching his shoulder, “Excuse me, sir-“
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“We should. Everyone’s riled up about it.” She snapped her fingers, an idea coming to her head.”Let’s go to the Gyptians! They just sailed in selling their wares, and them Gyptian kids know as much about this town as we do. I betcha they saw somethin’, and they always willing to spill seein’ as I knew ’em as kids. Come on, you should leave here anyway. They might come up lookin for him here.”
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She walked a few people behind him, but her eyes set upon the back of his head. Tucked in her waist was the gun, safety off and ready to go. If all these people were not in the way she could clean this up rather nicely, kill him just for being suspicious and her family would not care. Neither did she mind it, tying up loose ends. Dwyer, clearly taking notice to her bee-line follow swooped down into a tree near the man with a crash of twigs being broken, showing off his full 6 foot wing span he looked at the man with piercing gold eyes.
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“Thank gawd.” She pressed a hand to her chest upon hearing their responses and seeing Jenna asleep on the floor. “Ain’t you hear? The whole college is going mad! Apparently the servant boy, Robby, went missin’ last night. They it was ’em gobblers. The scholars was a looking for me too, thinkin’ that other servant kids were captured as well. I’m glad your all right.” She sighed between her gritted teeth. “They took lil’ Robby. He was almost seven.”
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Bonnie ran across the sidewalks of town, her men with her. “Scan the area.” She said calmly and looked up to Dwyer who flew in the skies. Pulling out her cell-phone she watched to see if he was picking up anything from the camera her mother put to spy on her. Little did the woman know her daughter was one step ahead of her. Catching sight of a shady man with a trench coat she looked up from the phone and quietly began to follow him.
“Daughter of the Gistilee’s? In my house?” She stood, her eyes darkening. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I know gang’s as well as you know the back of your pretty little eyelids and I must say I understand the loyalty each gang member has to their gang. Ecspecially those of blood from them…tell me, what have they done to make you sour enough to leave their safety and rashly come to us? Surely you know you will not be able to do anything if the gang knows you have betrayed them.”
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“Trainers, yes, sir.” He nodded leading him into the room of trainers dressed in black. “Please, sir, show us…your skill.” He smiled like a snake with dark eyes. The sound of gunshots rang through the house causing them all to look up at the floor above. “Stay here and lock him down.” He said quickly, pulling a gun from his trousers and running up the stairs.
Mary looked up from the girl a bit distracted. “Find out what that was.” She snapped at one of the guards and they nodded before walking off. “I’m sorry of that, my dear. Uh…A member of the Gistillee’s? Information?” Her lips turned into a chesire smile. “You want in to our family? Its not hard, but, I don’t know if I trust you. What was your full name again?” She asked.
Bonnie, hearing the gun-shots does not even move from her spot to see what is. From the camera room she sees the servant drop to the ground, dead, and the broken window. She lurches from her spot and sprints out the house only stopping once to move aside a painting of the Godfather who was killed ages ago to get out a large gun that ran up to her elbow. She ran to town, scanning the streets for someone with a gun that could shoot that far, some men coming with her.
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“Is everyone here?” She asked looking around the room. “Hey, hey! Listen to me, say ‘aye’ if yer here!”
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Morning broke over the horizion bringing sleepy eyes open with bright rays of light parting through the fog of Oxford, peaking into the windows of the quiet attic.
The trap door slid down, and Aradia ran up the stairs looking breathless and red in the face, her hands were clenched and Hugo darted around the room smelling in the form of a ermine.
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(Oh lovely, everyone is after Bonnie’s family. Any other Zimbalti’s out there? x””D)
Mary smiled at the girl fondly. “And polite as well. Tell me, what reason have you come to our manor my dear?” Her smile darkened a bit. “Now think carefully and do not lie, it would be a shame to waste such a pretty face with a bullet.”
Bonnie walked through the house with only one hand in use as Dwyer sat himself on her arm that had the glove on it. She flipped over picture frames that had their ancestor’s faces on it to a picture of scenery, taking useful information and hiding it in the manor’s passage ways. She did the regular procedure of what every servant in the house was doing when a visitor entered before moving to the camera room and checking their property for any disturbances of their land.
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(Ready for morning? Or do you have something to do in the night?)
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Bonnie shut the door behind Viollette, taking her key from her back pocket and locking it with fatal click. Dwyer, who was following close behind hooted loudly as if to taunt the trapped visitor.
The room had striped red and white wall paper and was very small, potentially having nothing in it other than a couch, a few empty picture frames on the walls and thugs standing on either side of the door. Sat upon the couch was Mary Zimbalti, also known as “Bloody Mary”. “Welcome, darling! Bonnie did not tell me how pretty you are. Silly girl, she is a bit dull on that sense isn’t she?” Said the woman with blood red hair. She patted the couch beside her. “Come, sit. Bonnie has unfortunately been unable to tell me what reason you have come. Forgive her rudeness of not joining us but she must go practice the piano. Come!” She beckoned again.