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Post by Bai on Dec 28, 2007 20:11:02 GMT -5
Okay, after a month of therapist, padded rooms, a jobs to keep her insane mind busy, Bella was turned onto cooking (well after she tried babysitting, which didn't turn out to well after she knocked the kid out cold) and went on from there. America was such a strange place. No one knew her, AT ALL. You would think she would be put in a high security vault with one of those jackets, the ones that don't let your arms out, but no. No one cared.But America got boring after month, so of course, Bella had made her escape. She came back to England just yesterday and was going to try a normal life for six months before she went to go kill 'The Four', as she refers to them now. Her therapist encouraged using nicknames like The Four instead of their real names so she would want to kill them as much as she use to. Ha! good luck with that. Bella stood with booth her feet on the swing as she slowly glided back and forth, letting out a low crackle every now and then, letting one hand off of the chains to brush her hair out of her eyes before frantically grabbing the chain again. She was really going to take a shot at being normal....
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Post by Ems on Dec 28, 2007 20:53:58 GMT -5
"Thank you, Miss,"Adam grinned as he picked up the heavily stacked brown-wrapped packages from the counter. He turned around and headed out of the Post Office. "Brrr,"the Flaherty shivered involuntarily as a huge gust of wind blew through him. The white shirt he wore underneath flapped against his chest. He tugged at his brown suede jacket and sighed. Adam continued to walk down the street and was soon walking past the playground. He heard a low cackle and paused raising an eyebrow. Surely a little child wouldn't cackle like that. Adam turned towards the entrance of the playground and stopped, blinking furiously.
"Merlin's socks,"exclaimed Adam, taking a step back from the sight of Bella. "What-What the bloody hell are you- How did you-What did you-"he stammered, dropping the boxes of brown-covered packages. The packages scattered across the playground floor. Adam immediately reached for his wand, and pulled it out, pointing it steadily at Bella.
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Post by Bai on Dec 28, 2007 21:04:03 GMT -5
Bella turned her head in a flash, looking down at an old friend. Make that 'The Five' now, she thought as she smirked at Adam-Wadam. Getting off the swing was a little more difficult than getting on the swing. She gingerly put one foot on the ground, lost her balance as the swing went backward, causing Bella to fall face-down on the grass. Laughing an insane laugh, she stood up, but remarkablely did not pull out a wand but instead she just smirked up at Adam, who sadly was a few inches taller than her. Stupid genetics. "ADAM-WADAM! Suprised to see me!" It wasn't a question, just a statement.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 0:39:47 GMT -5
"That's an understatement,"he mumbled under his breath. Adam winced at the nickname. "And I'd really appreciate it if you called me by my real name. Which is not Adam-Wadam. Now you haven't answered my question. What the bloody hell are you doing here? In civilization?"he growled, still pointing his wand at her.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 0:48:43 GMT -5
She crossed her arms, giving a small pout before a wide, smirkish-smile filled her lips. "Oh, after a month in America, the people there decided to let me cook after I hurt that kid when I was babysitting. Sooooo I thought I would come back! Did you miss me?" Bella asked happily, her blue eyes twinkling insanly. She had failed to mention that all of that was in therapy.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 1:00:14 GMT -5
"I see," Brent mused. He wished werewolves could perform magic with wands. All he could do in this form was transform Bella into a werewolf herself, and...Brent shuddered. That would be even worse. She would be crazy AND be able to do something about it. Even if she did have herself under control, she would be biting people left and right.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 20:50:12 GMT -5
"Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down,"Adam blinked several times. His jaw seemed to have dropped and he couldn't find the strength to pull it back up. "What LUNATIC would agree to you watching their children?!"he almost shouted, then stopped, quickly amending himself.
"I mean.. I'm sure you would make a lovely babysitter. If you completely disregard the whole crazy madwoman part of you,"Adam added, hastily.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 20:59:42 GMT -5
She stared at him for a moment before falling to the ground laughing her ass off at his reaction. Then she relized she had never said it was all in therapy. "Silly! It was all in therapy! It's not like I was ALONE with the kid. AND HE WOKE UP AFTER AN HOUR!" she added definsivly, before standing up again once she gained controll of her insane laughter. "And I'M NOT A CRAZY MAD WOMAN!" she yelled, pouting as she crossed her arms.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 21:03:22 GMT -5
"Of course you aren't,"he mumbled under his breath. Adam glanced around the playground then looked back at Bella. "Does anyone know you're back? The Tripps. The Potters?"he asked, clutching his wand tighter. If he was going to die at the hands of a crazy lady. He would die fighting.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 21:06:05 GMT -5
"Brent Tripp does! He's going to help me get a job at McDonalds!" she exclaimed happily. "Their french fries look soooooo good!" she exclaimed. "And I'm not going to kill you..." she said, adding yet in her head. In six months that would be a totally different situation.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 21:14:01 GMT -5
"He's...getting you a job.....at McDonald's?"Adam managed to spat out. He wasn't entirely sure whether he should laugh or not. Was she being serious? Adam raised an eyebrow, lowering his wand at waist-level. "Why would you want a job at McDonald's? It's filled with kid's,"he asked, warily. "And why would Brent Tripp try to help you? Didn't you ahve this odd obsession with killing him?"
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 21:16:46 GMT -5
"Like I said, I went to therapy. Sheesh, you're as slow as him. He couldn't figure out who the fifth person was in The Five," she said, shaking her head. "And I TOLD you! I cook! And their stuff looks sooo good!" she exclaimed happily. "And I told him I would take him off The Five if he would help me!"
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 21:19:13 GMT -5
"Should I even ask what the Five is?"Adam asked more to himself, eyes narrowing at her. "I'm guessing it's your hitlist?"he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I know you went to therapy, but how can I be sure you won't go on this mass-killing spree if I let you go?" He tightened his grip on his wand and raised it just above his waist.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 21:22:27 GMT -5
She let out a loud crackle. "I can't. If I even think the killing curse, a I get shot....It can be fun, untill I'm knocked out for an hour...." she said thoughtfully. "And not a hitlist! Just the five people I hate most and tried to kill. You're number five!" she said happily.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 21:28:31 GMT -5
Adam's eye twitched involuntarily several times. "I feel...."he paused to grimace,"so honored,"he ended with another grimace. He lowered his wand again, relaxing his grip. "Ok. Let's say, hypothetically..I buy that story. What happens when you DO perform the killing curse? Or any other curse for that matter,"he asked.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 21:33:09 GMT -5
"Any other curse I can go on and cook like I wanted! If I even think about using the killing curse, I get an eletrical shock, the length depending on how long I thought about using it," she said matter-of-factly, smirking up at Adam the whole time. "And you should!"
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 21:36:32 GMT -5
"Wow, she's really obsessed about cooking,"he thought to himself, resisting the urge to shake his head and grumble. "All right then.,"Adam cleared his throat and pocketed his wand. "I believe you,"he said, slowly. "For now,"he added in his mind.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 22:15:30 GMT -5
"See! I thought you would!" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together in satisfaction. But just then a shocked "Holy Crap!" was heard from behind them. Bella turned her head and a wide smirk filled her lips. "But I thought-They weren't-Holy Crap!" the person repeated, totaly shocked as her green eyes met Bella's blue eyes. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT OF THE INSANE ASSYLUM IN AMERICA? James is going to kill me," Claire Malone said, taking out her wand. Bella let out a low crackle and turned to Adam before she would answer Claire. "Why is everone so suprised?" she asked him smirking, then turned to Claire. "Clairey! Suprised?" she said happily. "Suprised isn't half of it! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" she repeated.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 22:17:52 GMT -5
"Well.... How would I put this nicely?"growled Adam, rubbing his temples. He let his hands fall to his side before replying. "You were put in an INSANE ASYLUM. IN AMERICA. Can it GET any clearer?!"he almost nearly shouted, groaning.
Adam looked back up at Claire. "It's fine,"he nodded. "She's... sane... for now."
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 22:25:37 GMT -5
"Her? SANE? What the he-" but before she could finish, Bella cut across her. "I came to cook!" At that Claire literally choked on her own siliva (sorry). "What-What? Wait, back up? You COOK? Please tell me I'm not awake," she muttered, grasping Adam's shoulder to steady herself as she triped over own foot. "Can some explain what the hell is going on?" she said in a hard voice.
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Post by Ems on Dec 29, 2007 22:34:18 GMT -5
Adam stifled a chuckle. "Well,"he said, slowly, the edges of his lips twitching. "She pretty much explained it all. She's going to cook at McDonald's,"he smirked. "Apparently,"his tone darkened,"Brent Tripp's helping her get the job?"Adam raised an eyebrow at Claire. "Don't you work with him?"
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 22:43:19 GMT -5
She dug her nails into his shoulder in shock. "Brent? Shit...Something isn't right...." she muttered to him."Why the hell is Brent helping you get a job at McDonalds....And please tell me why you want to cook? And tell me how you got out of the asylum?" she said in a hard voice, completely oblivious to the fact that she was still digging her nails into Adams shoulder. "Well, I was in therapy, and they had me do different jobs!" Bella said happily.
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Post by Ems on Dec 30, 2007 1:28:55 GMT -5
Normally, the digging-the-nails-in-the-skin wouldn't hurt Adam, but after that horrific burn from that Chinese Fireball, he managed a grimace and a small moan. "Miss Malone. I understand what you are going through, but perhaps I can offer you a squeeze toy? Something other than my flesh would be more comfortable for myself, if you wouldn't mind,"he mumbled, softly, wincing again.
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Post by Bai on Dec 30, 2007 1:37:55 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, quickly removing her hand from his shoulder. "I wasn't paying attention...And What do you mean by jobs...Oh James is going to kill me," she muttered, mentally hitting herself in the head several times.
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Post by Ems on Dec 30, 2007 3:15:13 GMT -5
"It's quite all right,"he exhaled, breathing in and out as the pain slowly drifted away. Adam raised an eyebrow, shifting his weight to his left foot. "Why would James feel the need to murder you?"he asked, smirking slightly.
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