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Post by Bai on Dec 24, 2007 16:44:03 GMT -5
There was a loud bang followed by pink smoke from behind the Shrieking Shake. Okay, so Bella's plans to kill three Aurors and a kid that can never die did not turn out so well. But that was last month, and Bella saw a psychiatrist in America. Hey, they didn't know who she was over there. After way to many examinations to see if she had crossed the line to insanity (which she had...everyone knew that) she went into therapy. The doctor, playing along, told her to live a normal life for at least six months then go and kill the four people she had tried to kill only a month ago. So she did just that. With help, after only a week in therapy, she started a job day care, supervised of course. Okay not the smartest idea for them to come up with. So they quickly took her out of that and had her take up a job where she got to cook, something she was good at when she was sane. Finally, they hit the jackpot. So here she was, a month of therapy later and a new plan on her mind. Why go after the four when she would probably end up in jail the day after. She was going to wait, six months at least. She smiled her insane smiled and took in a deep breath, coughed, cleared the smoke and took another deep breath. "England!" she cried happily, clapping her hands together.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 25, 2007 0:27:44 GMT -5
"Observant," A gruff voice stated. "Where'd you learn that sound logic? Hogwarts?" it added. Standing at the bottom of the staircase near Bella was a werewolf, Brent Tripp. How people always ended up here when it was a full moon, he didn't know, but it was starting to get annoying. "So, how've you been?" Brent asked, voice gravelly because of his little furry problem...
//How did Bella escape the Aurors at the Pitch?...//
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Post by Bai on Dec 26, 2007 15:12:39 GMT -5
ooc: yeah I'm still working on that...Bleck they probably sent her to America to keep her away?
bic: A wide smile curved on her lips. No kill[/] a voice said over and over in her head. She clapped her hands together again and looked at Brenty. "Brenty! Or really, Wolfy!" she cried happily, like he was an old friend. "I've been cooking and these strange people tried to make me tell them about my past. Then they tried to get me to watch children. The boy was only knocked out when they carried me away, then they let me cook!" she said happily, telling him about her days in therapy.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 0:40:10 GMT -5
//No way, sorry. James isn't a moron. No offense. // "That's...nice..." Brent said. If werewolves could frown, he would have. "So where'd you go? Canada? America? Cuba? Australia? Antarctica?...Why do so many places end with an A?" he asked after a pause. He glanced up at her, wondering if he was obliged to arrest her. Deciding that he wasn't, he wondered if James would kill him if he didn't at least try. That dilemma worried him a hell of a lot more...
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 0:43:54 GMT -5
ooc: Come ON! Ish has been PLANING this. I NEVER plan.
bic: "America! No one knows me there. I can walk in the streets and NO ONE knows me...Though people did stare at me....I kind of liked those jackets," she said thoughtfully, recalling her memories of the past month before she relized she was standing in front of a werewolf. "And you can't arrest me. I'm not trying to kill you!" Yet anyway, the voice in her head added.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 18:09:55 GMT -5
"But now I can cook! And NO ONE can arrest me, because I'm not a danger! I've been in therapy!" She exclaimed happily, taking a seat in an old dusty chair and crossing her legs as if running into a werewolf was normal.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 18:19:09 GMT -5
//Planning what?...//
"What are you talking about?" Brent growled. Was she reading his mind? He hoped not...that would be absolutely awful...and extremely dangerous for him and everyone. "So...um...how are you?" Brent asked cautiously.
//Brain dead.//
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 18:23:06 GMT -5
"I'm good! OH DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU SOME COOKIES!" Bella exclaimed suddenly, jumping out of the chair, lost her balance, and fell to the ground. An insane crackle escaped her lips as she stood up again, looking up at one of 'The Five'. The Five are the five people she plans to kill in six months. Her therapist told her to call them The Five so she wouldn't want to kill them as much. Lets just say that didn't work out very well, but she liked the name.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 18:42:45 GMT -5
"Um, no thanks...I really don't feel that hungry right now..." Brent said, wishing more than anything else that Bella would just leave so that he didn't have to worry about arresting her, or being killed by her...Especially the latter. "So...um...why are you here?" he asked cautiously, hoping she could take a hint without going all psycho like she normally did...He blinked a few times when she fell and sighed.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 18:47:06 GMT -5
She crossed her arms and looked at him. "It was to hot. Plus everyone was fussing over me, acting like I was going to kill them. Where would they get that idea? There is only five I want to kill, but I'm not!" she said happily, mentally adding yet. "So I thought I'd come back and visit! I'm sure Jamsey, Jakey, and Clairey would love to see me! I'm meeting Adam-Wadam soon! I'm sure he'll be happy!" she said, with a smirkish grin.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 18:58:02 GMT -5
"So...you came back to kill those four people?...Wait, I thought you said five," Brent said. He wasn't thinking very clearly, at least not enough to realize who was the fifth. He was trying to figure out how to contact the Ministry while he was in werewolf form. Maybe he could trick Bella...but that wasn't likely. She was crazy, but she wasn't an idiot.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 19:00:36 GMT -5
"No I came to cook! And I did say five! Keep up! I mean, really if your not going to pay attention, I might as well leave and go meet Adam-Wadam!" she said in frustration, though it was obvious that she was not going to leave for a while.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 19:10:30 GMT -5
"You...came to cook?..." Brent asked incredulously. He had known Bella was crazy...but seriously. She came to cook for the five people she hated most? Wait...she had only mentioned four. "Who's the fifth person?" Brent asked, finally catching on. Who else had made Bella mad? He couldn't think of anyone else that had made her too exceptionally mad...so he had no idea...
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 19:29:34 GMT -5
For a moment Bella looked at Brent like he was insane. Yeah, there's something you don't see everyday. A large smirk appeared on her lips and she caped her hands together. "Guess! This will be fun!" she said happily, smirking up t the werewolf, who sadly was half her size. After all, she was only five foot five. But yet, she seemed a little more dangerous as she smirked up at the large werewolf.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 19:37:33 GMT -5
"I have no idea..." Brent trailed off, getting more and more worried with each passing second. No matter what people said, he would much rather know as much as he could than be forced to guess. Maybe there really was some Ravenclaw in him...
Brent looked down at Bella, mind wandering as he tried to think of the fifth person.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 19:43:46 GMT -5
Her smirk reached her eyes, making her look dangerous, as she smirked up at Brent. "Really? I'll name The Five! Jamesy, Jakey, Clairey, Adam-Wadam, and You! Brenty!" she said happily. "But, I'm just here to cook for the people of England!" she said as if she hadn't told Brent that he was one of the five she wanted to kill.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 19:57:42 GMT -5
Brent blinked. "Hu-Wha-Excuse me?" Brent gasped. "So...you want to...cook for those people?" he asked, amazed. "Why?" he added, very confused as to why Bella was going to cook for the people that she hated most. "Did you...fall on your head in America?" he asked seriously, trying not to sound offensive, but finding it kind of difficult.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 20:01:30 GMT -5
"No, silly! I'm cooking for EVERYONE, not only those five. But I want to see Jamesy's and Jakey's faces when I am cooking, and they happen to be in the resturant I'm cooking in. If I get a job..." she said, pouting. "Brenty, can you help me get a job? My therapist said it will be good for me! PLEASE?" she asked, smiling innocently up at him.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 20:06:43 GMT -5
"Well, I don't know-Actually. Sure, I'd love to help you find a job," Brent said, werewolf smiling. He was lying of course. Once he transformed back to his normal self, he was bringing Bella to James at the Auror Headquarters in the Ministry...or maybe to an insane asylum in St. Mungo's...Or something. He really didn't care. As long as he could keep her busy until then.
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 20:09:09 GMT -5
She eyed him for a moment. "If you take me to Jamsey, I'll just call my therapist, he'll call the American police, and I'll be let out anyway, soooo I wouldn't do that! But PLEASE?" she asked, still begging, not even considering the St. Mungo's option he had. "I MIGHT take you of The Five!"
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 20:16:25 GMT -5
Brent decided not to point out that James wouldn't give a damn what the American police tried to do. He just nodded and let her believe what she wanted to. "Fine, as long as I'm off the list, I'm happy," Brent lied. "So where do you want to work?...and, just because I'm curious, how do you plan on killing those people?" he asked, searching for information and hoping that she would go for it. Just to make sure, he added, "If you do kill them, at least do it creatively. Then I wouldn't mind as much."
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 20:20:26 GMT -5
She considered that. "I haven't thought about so I don't know, but it will be, hopefully. You people have already ruined it three bloody times," she muttered angrily. "If you five would just let me kill you, I would be happy, but oh well. And errrrrrrrrr. That fast food place. McDonulads!" she said, struggling to remember how to pronounce it, after she only heard the name once when she was little.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 20:23:50 GMT -5
"Are you sure you want to work at McDonald's? Someone with your talent could do much better than that...and I could pull some strings to let you work at a really nice restaurant. Unless you really want to work there, cause that works too..." Brent rambled, pulling out all the stalling tricks he knew. "Sorry, but if you take me off the list, I'll even help you get them," he said to her comment, trying to keep her happy. And that would also be a good way to be there when she made her murder attempts...
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Post by Bai on Dec 29, 2007 20:27:08 GMT -5
"No. I'm going to work that out myself. And yes I want to work at McDonalds! I saw a commercial in America and their burgers look sooooooo good..." she said before going into a COMPLETE discription of what the burger looked like on the comercial. "That's how good it looked!" she finished, smirking up at him. After all, it took her fifteen minutes to tell him that.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 29, 2007 20:31:54 GMT -5
Brent didn't interrupt. If she was going to stall all on her own, that didn't bother him. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty good. OK, I'll help you get a job at McDonald's. Once I turn back into a human, and probably in the morning, not in the middle of the night, we'll go find one for you to work at, OK?" Brent asked, looking down into her eyes, trying to read the emotion in them and tell if she was serious or if she was trying to trick him.
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