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Get rid of that dress. What is that?
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“My ears hear what others cannot hear.”
Stoker (2013)
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– Fritz Perls
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Helping to move a body isn’t at all difficult. Back when she was still building up her empire, the Spyder would be the one moving about all the deceased beings she took care of. Nowadays, that was generally Moran’s job. Though, when she was vying out for suitable replacements, she’d find it better to go about the job herself. She could handle getting her hands dirty, after all. Despite all the acclaim she’s achieved, she’s still the criminal she’s always been.
The Spyder, ever observant, watches the girl with full attention, even whilst lifting & moving the body of the fallen male. Killing someone, moving a body, that’s all second nature to the woman. But, when it comes to another being; one so clearly capable of herself, & showing such a marvelous talent, now that was something that requested the Spyder’s attention.
Counting the time it takes to hide the body for the time– further action would be taken at a later time, & the Spyder notes that they’ve taken barely three minutes to finish the fact. Equals out to having twelve minutes left. Extra, if she gives the signal to lengthen the amount of time. Though, the Spyder starts to believe that, perhaps the girl would be best at giving the signal instead.
❛ Oh, there’s no reason to worry about people, believe me. The main concern is actually the cameras, but, I can have a team to clean up out there within four minutes, & they’ll be done within five. Though, they won’t come out without a signal, & he was the one meant to give the signal. See, there’s a little reason why we were here, & your room has the best shot for it. The signal he’d give would also signify the team to lengthen the time that the cameras are off. ❜
Eyes wander to the door of the bathroom, then back to the girl. Friendly smile never once having left the woman’s lips. Considering how the girl handled her weapon, it’s clear she knows how it works, & the stance she had taken; what the Spyder saw, it’s clear to her that she knows how to go about it. Makes her all the more interesting to collect, certainly.
❛ Maybe you could give the signal? You’ve the gun & all. It’d be inappropriate of me to use a weapon that’s not under my ownership, & I can direct you right to where he is. After that, the signal will be given, & the team can be escorted to the other body as well. &, it’d certainly give you time to be off. No reason to get more involved than need be. ❜
XVIII. --- India stared attentively at the woman; though, not just in one spot. Her eyes traversed over every centimetre of her face; from the way her lips moved to every quiver of the strands of her hair as she spoke. By the way, she formulated her words; there was no doubt that she must be the mastermind of this mission, whatever it was. Or, at the very least, someone of utmost importance. Whoever she may be; whether a legal authority ( a corrupt one perhaps, if she was ), or an entirely illegal figure, the main question was; Could she be trusted? &, for someone who has essentially been on the run; India trusted no one. She didn’t feel she ever could entirely trust another.
❝ How do I know I can trust you? ❞
As though she ignored everything the woman said, the young woman didn’t budge, & would only budge if the woman answered her question. While she is no stranger to committing crime, especially the gruesome, India committed those deeds on her own, or in helping her uncle that once ( though, as far as she could see, the boy deserved it ). However, she was well aware of how deep she was in the water; with this, if she further assisted this mysterious individual--- She had no idea what she was getting herself into. In all honesty, she didn’t know what answer to expect from her. Perhaps she wanted to feel in control of the situation, or the very least, herself.
❝ I don’t have to be involved at all. A man attacked me. I acted in self-defence. As far as I’m concerned, I need not involve myself any further. You don’t need me. ❞
Confidence oozed from her very tone; quite in contrast from after she was attacked. She just wanted to get out of there. However, she couldn’t find herself able to move; or rather, she didn’t want to move just yet. If she turned her back now, the woman might launch a surprise attack on her. India’d a better chance of defending herself if they were to fight head on.
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❛—If you say so. Though, I’d let you touch my toys. ❜
Layla isn’t exactly the best at not slipping into a sort of disrespect, even in the means of a sort of joke. Considering she is someone who died at birth, then subsequently stole her twin sister’s body when she found the oppourtunity, one might consider it a sort of demonic trait she possesses. Though, she means it all in good fun.
❛ Anything interesting happen while I was out? ❜
XVIII. ---❛ I wouldn’t like to touch your toys. ❜ She says with the calmest tone, yet something in it is harsh & daring for her to say anything adverse. Yet, even if she had, what is the worst India would do? Ignore Layla?
❛Nothing particularly interesting. ❜At least nothing that will interest her, she thinks. ❛I’ve merely been cleaning. I found specks of blood in the bathtub again. We have to be more careful about that. ❜
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XVIII. --- “ Do you-- need help getting it out of your hair? “
She understands the trouble of getting blood in her hair. Especially when it has begun to dry. Four hands are better than two, after all. Or, at least, a better perspective.
& ;; imhcre + 1/3
XVIII. --- “ ---Don’t touch that. I just polished it. “
Don’t mind her; she’s not in the best of moods. Then again, when is she? Besides, she’s a bit touchy where the gun is concerned.
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The bus stop shelter was welcome to the MOUSEY woman, who was drenched with rain. It was a quiet Sunday morning (for London) and Clara had elected NOT to take her motorcycle into central London. It was too much of an inconvenience – there was never anywhere to park. So there she was, sitting at the bus stop and simply waiting for one to show up, when a YOUNG woman decided to strike her with the strangest question.
❝ It depends, really. Why? ❞
XVIII. --- India steps back beneath the shelter, having enough of the cold splats of rain. She never fully faces the other woman; only flickering her ocean blue hues in her direction for the briefest of moments before responding.
❝ Curiosity, maybe. ❞
She slips her eyes shut for twenty seconds, listening to the rain hitting the pavement, hitting the roof of the shelter; the swishes as tires drive into puddles. She hates it & she likes it ( NOT LOVE; INDIA DOESN’T LOVE ); wonders which feels more. Maybe like will win. The fact she has even spoken when she didn’t need to ( or wasn’t pretending to be pleasant & trying to be tolerant ) signified an especially good mood.
❝ Rain is bittersweet, I think. But, autumn makes up for it. ❞
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Hello my lovelies! It’s been just over a month since I rebooted my precious baby girl, queen of my heart, Clara Oswald, and there are already over 150 of you here! Some of you have followed me over from my old blog, some of you are brand new muses and muns that I have taken pleasure in interacting with. So I thought I’d make this little bias list to show and spread my love for you all. I apologise profusely if you aren’t on here, I’m a little bit scatter-brained at the moment. It doesn’t meant I don’t love you, though!
thevikingnorthman / godricofgaul / walkedstars / walkedclouds / outlawiism / raptxrwhisperer / gamoraiism / artxsta / idrxs / arraneous / intellectualequal / withabox / ahades / dracharis / drummxng / fxrtyfive / warriorsxheart / donttakeorders / captainofnxthing / pondelistic / porticosdaughter / thcriddler / penumbraella / becausearrows / scottiish / eigxteen / domestiics / bloodiedwolf / bxllock / walkingaloneinthelight / wingsound / errarehumxnumest / txssxract / godfrxy / governmentofficial / scaredofbats / kniivesandlint / starsandsouffles / theskirtedenigma / claraosiwald / swynford-de-beaufort / phobiis / xpathologist / mischiefwithabite / airioch / cannibcl / ofarchaeology / ofgalliifrey / kingarse / xwatsonia / jorohart
I think that’s it… Happy blogging everyone! I love you all.
& ;; leafborn
XVIII. --- Autumn tastes nice on her tongue; dew drops from the crisp morning dropping with fat plops in her agape mouth. The childish act probably doesn’t match her sophisticated ( ADULT ) appearance. Emerald pencil skirt & a button-up, tucked in coral blouse, khaki trenchcoat tied at the waist. She wonders; Do I look adult enough? Or, am I still a child?
❝ Do you... enjoy the rain? ❞
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❛ The most important part of running such an organisation is to keep track of those involved. Surely, you knew that, Detective Holmes. ❜
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Edouard Levé, Suicide
Source: aseaofquotes
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I was waiting, for you. Everything I ever done, for you India,
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This was nothing more than another test. All a means of seeing if this criminal was really worth the protection she offered. So rarely, they did, though a fair bit of time she’d still offer protection to. Only due to how easily they could be replaced. Such members are useful if for no other reason than other forms of testing. Always useful, really. As even the most pointless pieces of a game are.
For several nights, she acted as if she were her own underling, watching the criminal with each & every moment time passed. She monitored, & decided. &, truthfully, she held every intention of killing the man herself. Certainly, he’s not worthy of her protection in the slightest. &, he’s far too messy of a person to keep around just for kicks. After the assignment was completed, she’d be rid of him just as easily.
Though, the night of the assignment, it seemed she wouldn’t have to.
As it turns, the schedule they’d made of the girl in the room next to them seems to have been mute, as she returned far earlier than expected. &, it seems, the prospective criminal was hardly able to handle such a simple situation with ease. However, the after affects where greatly enjoyable to watch.
Down on the ground, he went. Hand clenching his bleeding stomach. &, soon enough, the Spyder followed him. Crouching down by his body, Spyder takes a careful glance over him. If he weren’t taken to a hospital soon, he’d most certainly bleed out. &, that’s too much of a mess to clean up in the short time it’d take before the cameras turned back on.
At the sound of the young girl’s inquiry, Spyder simply shakes her head. Attention not yet turning towards the girl. Her voice sounds far more american than anything else. All things considered, it was only part of her disguise.
❛ You just couldn’t even try there, could you? Do you really think that’s any way to impress me enough for you to have a chance with the boss? Little surprise for ya. ❜
&, she stands, though, she smiles, rather than states the truth. No reason to give him any belief he was good enough to meet the Spyder. No, she’ll let his death be completely in pain. Though, out here, it might not be the best option.
Stepping back away from him, head shaking one last time. So, she turns to the girl, finally deciding to answer her question. As friendly as possible, no matter the lack of other reasoning she sees. Truly, though, depending on how this one handles a gun, there might not be a complete waste in this night after all.
❛ Please, don’t let me stop you. He was getting in the way, anyway. Though, I’d advise not doing it out here. The security system will be back on in about fifteen minutes, & that won’t be enough time to clean up the bloodstains. Though, we can always find alternative ways to get rid of him, if you want, that is. After he’s gone, I’ll gladly explain everything. But, we don’t really want to waste time. Don’t want you getting in trouble for killing someone who doesn’t actually need to be alive, right? ❜
XVIII. --- Fear certainly made its way into her system; the panicked heart beat, the wobbling knees that were only now subsiding, & the quickness to her breath. Amidst those symptoms, however, is a much sweeter affect; one she recognises all too well. After all, this isn’t her first near death experience.
Adrenaline courses through her veins; eyes locked upon her target: suffering & choking on his breath & the blood flooding into his throat. No matter the superiority humans have over animals, their bodily vulnerabilities are just the same. Of course, it depended on the weight & overall size of the being, but, anybody & anything would be in pain after having been stabbed in the guts. Lowering her rifle slightly, India peers towards where she’d inflicted the wound, concluding she may have well nicked an organ, & as deep as she pushed the blade in, she drove it through layers of tissue. Having pulled it right back out, there was no stopping the blood from gushing through the wound.
Danger. Even if the woman addressed her so kindly, making words of malevolence sound so kind; concern for her role in this affair spoke so gently, it nearly sounded familiar. &, that was oh so dangerous. Perhaps that’s why she lowers her gun, however; because amidst all of these foreign cities & countries, & individuals of all types & walks of life, there is something -- or rather, someone -- she finds familiar.
❝ We need to move him to the bathtub. ❞
Preferably in the room they’d been staying in. But, if she were to take her words to be true, then, fifteen minutes was not enough to transfer the body. No choice was given but to drag him into her own room so they could shut the door.
Darting back into the room, India placed the weapon atop the bed & toed off her shoes ( both, because she didn’t wish to sully them & it’d be infinitely easier to drag or lift the man without them on ). In an instant,
she was out again, grabbing hold of the man’s ankles.
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Or, maybe it
was better to station her hands beneath his knees, she wondered?
) After all, it isn’t her first time helping move a body, & she’s moved another on her own.
Her eyes flicker between her task & the mysterious woman who so calmly helps her. It’s obvious the both of them have to exert a well amount of effort, especially since she was avoiding too much dragging as to not increase the mess they’d have to clean up.
❝ Do you think we’ll have enough time to clean up the stains before someone comes around? ❞
