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Apr 8 2016, 05:59 PM #1

Beretta Shuttle hated advanced mathematics class, she absolutely despised it, it was not the fact that she didn't understand it, but that everyone in the class were absolute low-lives who just happened to be really intelligent, further more the fact that Ms. Clutch always worn pattern shirts with animal print accessories that truly made her wanna hurl. It was visual pollution, and as the major's daughter she did not think that it was appropriate for her to have to endure such torture. As another equation was written on the board she decided she was not going to take it any longer, and thus she stood up.

Ms. Clutch stared at her, and was going to open her mouth to ask her where she was going but Beretta was faster, pulling out a few coins from her purse and placed them on her desk, ”I'm like super done with this, okay? But here, have this for all your trouble,” she didn't wait for the teacher to acknowledge her whatsoever, she simply walked out the door making sure to push it with her foot and not touch the handle.

Truth be told she had no idea of where to go, she had never really skipped class before; she was not a druggie or anything, so she had no real need to skip classes. In reality there was no point in her staying at school, she could go home and write a letter to the principal about how advanced mathematics were just too common for her and she should get the credit for the class without doing anything else. She pretty much deserved it just for being the richest girl in the entire district.

She wasn't sure how to get back home though, because she refused to walk there in six inch heels AND especially considering the fact that the streets of Six were not particularly safe. She didn't want some crack whore, or a dirty homeless person to offer her some drugs, she was way beyond that, and either way what if someone took a picture of her talking to a junkie? She could not have rumors about her being a savage like the rest of the district. She was far too classy for that.

Clicking her tongue she stopped trying to figure out what she could do to get home. She had suggested before to have Peacekeepers at school to keep the plebeians in check, or to build another school where only rich people who didn't snort anything were allowed so that she didn't have to interact with the pathetic commoners of District Six.

Suddenly an idea: someone to escort her home.

It was genius, which was to be expected considering she was Beretta Shuttle, but it was far more intelligent than her usual already intelligent ideas. Now all she had to do was find someone, which meant having to look around the hallways until she found someone who didn't have track marks, or messed up teeth, and preferably who didn't have b.o. though she was aware she could not be too picky. So, maybe she would allow them to have a snaggletooth.

Maybe.
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Apr 9 2016, 10:39 PM #2

Slade Renner cut class like it was his career, dipping out of classes here and there to make out with someone in the bathrooms or to dismiss himself entirely for the day. He couldn't remember his attendance ever being this bad before the death of his father - in fact, he was at least halfway dedicated to going to class when Ford was still alive and kicking - but now he hardly had a classroom presence. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough for school (he knew the quadratic formula, for God's sake!) or that he didn't have friends, it was just that he found no motivation in attending all the time.

So instead, Slade came up with his own loose schedule, which comprised of only going to class when he so chose. Which, admittedly, wasn't often. There were more valuable things to with his time than to wast it sitting in a classroom with a bunch of ugly girls, such as working at the mechanic's shop and getting actual cash or making sure his mother wasn't OD'd on the kitchen floor.

"Hey, Teach!" he called loudly to the skinny woman who was standing at the front of the classroom, scribbling something in chalk across the board. Slade hadn't cared to learn her name, although he thought it started with an S, and so he often addressed her by the shortened version of 'teacher', if he addressed her at all. His class, regular English, was primarily female, and so his low voice carried heavily across the room. Mrs. S or whatever paused, turning and lifting her eyebrows as if he'd done something wrong. "What?" she hissed, per usual when Slade spoke. "I gotta take a piss -- I'll be back," he lied easily, standing and heading towards the door without waiting for permission. It was an effortless tactic he'd used time after time in order to slip away.

Once he'd reached the freedom of the empty hallways, he turned several corners and passed the bathrooms as he headed quickly towards the doors. This was the hardest part; there were always teachers and principals roaming and waiting to feast on the escapees, although Slade could always talk his way out of such situations should they arise.

He was getting closer now, the home stretch, and he could see the light of day filtering through the windows of the main doors from around the bend. Slade picked up the pace, eagerly sauntering with confidence as he neared the corner. Then he turned it and ran right into something warm and small. Slade's first reaction was to grab it by the shoulders, which he did, and quickly peel it from himself. "Move your ass, kid," he growled, holding the thing out away from him so that he might see a face.

Once he did see a face, he let go immediately, all hostility leaving him. The obstacle had been a girl, a blonde, with big eyes and a fresh face. Slade forgot about skipping, and let a calculative grin appear on his lips as his dark gaze traveled up and down. "Apologies," he grinned, deep voice not sounding apologetic in the slightest. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't for the life of him remember who she was. Perhaps he'd merely seen her around school - that is, when he showed up. "Didn't see you there..." He continued easily, still looking her over. But now you've got my attention.
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Apr 10 2016, 11:15 PM #3

Beretta hates many things, from drug-addicts to chipping nail polish, but more than anything else she hated when people touched her. She was technically royalty, the highest of the high when it came to District Six, the only person above her was her daddy who was the major of District Six. So, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her and moved her to the side, it wasn't the condescending words that made her want to send the peasant to jail, but the fact that the grease-monkey had even dared touch someone whose clothes were very clearly above his own net worth.

It wasn't that Beretta thought she was better though, she simply knew that she was far superior and because of that she did not want to interact with anyone inferior. You didn't see the monarch butterfly prancing around with ladybugs, or other commoner insects, though butterflies were gross, if anything the only reason the comparison had existed was because the monarch butterfly was part of the monarchy. And Beretta had always believed that society in the districts should be more like that, quite frankly she would look great with a tiara.

She opened her mouth to reply, a venomous threat that would render the other unable to continue. A few choice words would make the most-likely-druggie that she was not on his level, and touching her could bring strong consequences. She would happily remind him of Rail Buick who had once tried to punch her after Beretta had told the teacher about what Rail had been hiding inside her back-pack. Apparently in the ghetto where Rail lived that was called being a rat, and her fists were particularly good at vermin extermination, but that had not stopped the restraining order, letter from the board of directors, and the extra times her name had been entered into the Reaping.

No one messed with Beretta, queen of Six, Shuttle. Period. Point blank.

An apology came soon after, the tone which was used was interesting... very different, nothing she had heard before. But, she didn't like it, but this guy was CLEARLY from the streets, so perhaps he could help escort her home, she would offer him money, of course, she had that and more.

”It's... fine...” even the words were hard to speak, because it wasn't fine, and every fiber in her body wanted to tell him off, ”do you know the streets very well?” Beretta Shuttle did not beat around the bush, but before offering money she needed to know he was the right guy for the job.

She refused to get lost in the ghetto with a useless escort.
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Apr 15 2016, 01:33 AM #4

Slade was interested in anything with a heartbeat, and the girl in front of him was no exception. He didn't notice her discomfort, nor the way she had to force out her words through her teeth in order to mask some other indistinguishable emotion. He didn't try to interpret the look on her face after he bumped into her, and it wasn't because he was completely callous but rather because he'd never been very observational -- especially when it came to other people's emotions. Slade Renner was the only working piece in the world; anything else was superfluous. That was just the way things were.

After she'd squeezed out a rigid "it's... fine", Slade's sly smirk grew larger as he accepted her forgiveness with a single, slow blink of his dark eyes. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, getting comfortable as if he and this stranger intended on staying a while to chat. He didn't at all mind that that she was keeping him from fleeing the school's confines, but that was only because she didn't look like one of those skinny, mouse-looking girls that he always seemed to be put into class with. She looked healthier, her skin fresh and glowy in contrast with the pasty flesh that was exposed elsewhere around the school grounds.

Tilting his head, he watched easily as a question formed on her pink lips. "Do you know these streets very well?" Slade knew the streets, yes, but he paused and pretended to think for a moment, gazing right at her and pricking a single brow at her inquiry. It was a very stray question, one that he wouldn't have previously guessed her to ask, but he answered anyway. "For sure," he said easily through a grin, watching her closely. "Why? You heading somewhere?" For the first time, his calculative gaze rose away from her face and scanned the vacant hallway for signs of life. This was still an escape mission, girl or not. He was sure Mrs. S or whatever would send somebody to come looking for him soon.

"Look, you wanna bust outta here with me?"
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Apr 15 2016, 04:14 AM #5

There was something absolutely repulsive about the idiot in front of her, it was not only the realization that he was far poorer than her, but something else, and she could not place her perfectly manicured fingered on it. Not yet, at least, but she was going to, because Beretta Shuttle always figured things out, especially when it came to unmasking low-lives. Like that time she had written an exposé on Scooter Mobil and the fact that he had been living inside the school after hours which she disliked for the simple fact that Scooter Mobil smelled bad.

This guy didn't smell bad though, which was actually rather impressive considering most of the commoners in Six smelled awful. Beretta was not sure if it was because they lacked showers in the projects, or the drugs made them stink, but whatever their reason was it made her delicate nose tingle with the strong aromas.

The peasant asked her a question and she almost laughed at the fact that he expected her to answer, that was before realizing that she had to answer as the grease-monkey's question was an answer to her own. And even though it took a special kind of idiot to answer a question with a question she really didn't have much choice if she wanted to get home in the first place.

"I would like to go home, actually. And I would really appreciate it if you could help me get there. I am afraid that I am not too familiar with the streets," she said, her way of talking making it clear she was educated and far superior than the plebeian who she unfortunately had to talk to. His next request was a strange one, but luckily for everyone involved she had been paying attention to her servants to know exactly how to communicate with inferior people. A vulgar worst like bust, or the awful conjuration of the word "outta" made Beretta want to find another guide, but something told her that she would not find anyone cleaner. "I would, but I would truly appreciate it if you could take me home. I promise you you will be grossly rewarded for it," she said clicking her heels.

Street urchin like the young man in front of her would probably be satisfied with the minimum wage, or enough to buy a chocolate bar at the vending machines at the garage where he surely worked. "If we can avoid the more... colorful places that would be fantastic as well," she said trying to avoid the use of the word ghetto as she knew people like her guide could easily get offended when they were reminded they were inferior to the likes of Beretta Shuttle.
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Apr 15 2016, 08:39 PM #6

It didn't take long for him to get an answer; which was another uttering of words he wouldn't have expected. Well, he didn't really know what he was expecting, it just wasn't this. The girl wanted to go home. Wanted him to take her there. A strange request; usually when people wanted to hook up with him they didn't take him to their home, and vice versa. And why would they? There were plenty of dark places in Six to roll around in.

He watched her carefully, permanent smile still skirting his lips as she continued to explain about lacking the navigational knowledge of the district's streets, which was also odd considering pretty much every kid knew Six like the back of his or her hand. Nearly everyone in the school had been raised in the streets and had spent the better part of their lives wandering barefoot from block to block. It was important to know where you were in Six, because some neighborhoods were a lot rougher than others and could get you in a lot of trouble. Slade lived in one of those neighborhoods.

There was definitely something different about the girl. Slade had never known any of the girls in school to have nice, pressed, cottony clothes with no holes or to wear heels. And the fact that she didn't seem to know her way around Six so much as to get herself home only intensified the disparity. It explained a lot; she was probably someone important, or rather kin to someone important, but Slade didn't put much thought into it.

"I would, but I would truly appreciate it if you could take me home. I promise you you will be grossly rewarded for it." Rewarded, did she say? He mulled over her proposal for a moment, convincing himself that there was some sort of hidden message beneath those words. "Yeah, sure," he said soon thereafter, still grinning and watching her expression as if he could decode the message by it. "I can walk you there, as long as it's not too far." He still had his daily responsibility of going home and making sure his mother hadn't overdosed while he was away, a responsibility he didn't take lightly.

With a final glance down the empty hallway, Slade started towards the door and assuming she'd follow him and keep up. He heard her mention something about keeping away from the more "colorful" parts of town, something that made his spine creep with some sort of emotion that he knew he shouldn't feel when she said those words. It was easy to brush off, even considering he'd lived in one of those "colorful" parts all his life, and he paused at the door, turning to her before exiting. "I only know one way," he murmured, watching her. "Depends on where we're going if we'll end up somewhere colorful, though."
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Apr 16 2016, 05:14 PM #7

Beretta was not expecting for the other to start moving so quick, she had not even had a chance to tell him where they were going before the other was stomping away, like one of those fat animals she had seen on television once, he looked stupid, and even though she wanted to remind him just how fast he was going she decided it was better for her to just try and keep up. He would certainly not abandon someone like her in the middle of the street though, right? Somehow she doubted it, especially considering the fact that he was very clearly in desperate need of some money, which she had offered, anyone who was forced to wear those horrible trousers had to be incredibly poor.

”What about the mayor's mansion, you know how to get there safe?” she asked as she caught up to him, she stopped and pressed a palm against his chest which was firm, though at the time she didn't care whether his chest was firm or not but praying that she had some sanitizer inside her purse. Could she catch rabies from touching someone who lived in the streets? She was not stupid, so she knew poorness was not contagious but it was easy to assume that he could have rabies, or mange, or one of those horrible diseases dogs from the street caught.

”And be honest, okay? Because I do not like my time being wasted,” she continued, she opened her purse and pulled out a small pocket mirror which she used to check her make-up. ”How long of a walk is there?” she asked hoping for an appropriate answer, if the walk was too long maybe she would consider calling her dad to arrange someone to pick her up, but she was hoping that wouldn't be the case, she didn't want to wait around.
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Apr 18 2016, 02:24 AM #8

The hand on the chest was a nice touch and really could've indicated anything, but whether or not it was some sort of manipulative tactic to get him to comply to her requests or another suggestive way of mentioning his reward he didn't know, but Slade convinced himself it was the latter. Anyone was susceptible to such good looks, he guessed, and this girl was no exception.

At the mention of a destination, Slade pushed the door open easily and held it long enough for the girl to follow, casually stepping right out into the sunlight. Her request made sense, a wealthy place for a presumable wealthy girl, but Slade didn't make the connection that she might've been the mayor's daughter. "The mayor's mansion, huh? That how you pay for those clothes?" He said easily through a sly grin, narrowing his eyes accusingly and making it a point to look her up and down. "It's cool, I get it. Everyone's gotta make money, right?" There were a lot of prostitutes he'd come across in Six, so it made sense that she'd be screwing the mayor for some easy drug-money (or in her case, quick cash for her wardrobe). "You know, you'd think he'd at least come pick you up instead of having you walk all this way. Unless, you know, he's into that sweaty stuff." People had their quirks.

”And be honest, okay? Because I do not like my time being wasted." As ironic as that was, seeing as she was the one asking for favors here, Slade kept his remarks to himself (which was something that took an incredible amount of willpower). If it would have been anyone else, he might've opened his mouth, but he didn't want to ruin his chances. What would be the point in that? "Yeah, yeah. I can get you there safe. Shouldn't be that far," he said easily, walking in the mansion's general direction. He didn't exactly know how to get there - he wasn't a regular visitor to those parts of town - but he knew the general area and decided to just guess-and-check on the way. "But, like I said, I only know one way."

Once they started on their way, Slade lead the girl through a particularly run-down block, complete with mangy, barking dogs and the occasional crack whore scratching herself on some porch steps. Nothing too bad. Slade's warm brown eyes cast towards his company. "So," he said, voice clear and low and confident. "I'm sure you know this already, but I'm Slade."
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Apr 23 2016, 10:25 PM #9

With every second that passed Beretta was starting to regret her decision of following this guy around, whoever he was it was very clear that he was not very smart, not only that but he was very clearly poor. Beretta should have really waited for one of the body-guards to come get her, but patience had never been one of her more prominent attributes which she was now reconsidering since this guy was leading them through a place where she definitely did not want to step through.

"The mayor happens to be my daddy, I will have you know," she said rolling her eyes when he implied something that she did not even want to consider. This guy was a pervert, obviously, which made her look around in look for some store where she could borrow a phone from. She no longer wanted his company or help.

The sudden appearance of a knocked-down trash can, the pungent smell of vomit, and a mange infested creature she was certain had at one point been a dog. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, had this moron not heard her when she had said she wanted to get there safely? "What is this?!" she squealed, her face flushing red and her heel tapping against the disgusting cement, something she stopped when she realized it could get ruined. "Listen, Slade," she said his name with disdain, like when someone says the name of a particularly annoying dog, or animal, "I don't know if you know this but these shoes are original Choux's, they are way more expensive than anything in this entire place, and I would really not want them to get ruined." she said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"How about we get out of here before that smells sticks to my hair?" she asked though it was really an order she was masking as a request, because he was going to get her out of that place which looked a lot like her personal Hell.

[OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply, I've been super busy lately! P.S. First time I goggle heels and I know nothing about it, but those seemed expensive.]
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Apr 24 2016, 05:15 AM #10

"The mayor happens to be my daddy, I will have you know."

Slade snorted, trying his best to suppress the laugh that came after her statement that contradicted his theory. So she wasn't screwing the mayor; she was just his daughter. Whoops. It made sense. The heels, the makeup, and the clothes screamed wealthy! which was something the commoners of Six were not so acquainted with. Of course she was the daughter of the mayor, living in that fat mansion with the neatly trimmed hedges and all those windows. A tiny flame of envy flickered behind his eyes, but it was easily disguised by his expression.

Slade was just about to say something extremely charming and witty when the girl's sudden shriek made him turn towards the source of her distress: an overturned trashcan and a ratty-furred dog nosing through garbage that fumed beneath the sun. "What is this?!" Slade paused, squinting at the dog who was too preoccupied with rooting through the trash to lend them any real attention, and shrugged. "That's a dog," he answered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Ever seen one before?" Dogs were kind of everywhere in Six, ever-multiplying to add to the number of mouths to be fed in the streets.

It was clear that the girl was getting flustered - her flushed cheeks and tapping heels were a testament to that. "Listen, Slade." He flickered his dark brown gaze from the dog and over to her easily, not missing a beat even when she hissed his name as if it were some sort of disease. He grinned, amused by her little outburst as she started yapping about shoes and smells and something about her hair. While it was all very entertaining, Slade wanted to remind her that he was in charge here - per her request, if he recalled correctly. "Well, Princess, it would be quicker if you didn't stop to complain every few feet." Slade started walking again, listening for her heels as he watched the street ahead. "And you're not exactly the fastest walker, either, so Mr.Mayor can't blame me when you come home smelling like you do." He didn't bother turning to see if she was still following; he knew she'd be close behind.

[ooc; no worries! & those shoes were exactly what i imagined she'd be wearing hahaha]
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Apr 24 2016, 03:10 PM #11

Obviously Beretta had seen a dog before, but the ones that she had seen were nice, with beautifully combed fur, and nails that were taken care of, they would never approach the garbage can for food, or run around. Dogs in her world were but a mere accessory to parade around at brunch, not a living creature that felt hunger, happiness, or love. ”Not like that, that's brutish!” she answered clearly missing the sarcasm in his voice, she was not used to people who used anything but being direct with her, or fake, but sarcastic? She was just assuming that Slade was an idiot who had probably not even though they had much better dogs where she lived over the streets which were clearly his home.

"Well, Princess, it would be quicker if you didn't stop to complain every few feet." the reply to her command was not well-received and Beretta found herself stomping on the floor like a child who had been denied candy, she crossed her arms across her chest and started walking behind him. This peasant had some nerve to actually talk to her like that, did he not grasp who she was? She could quite literally destroy him. Literally. She wanted to turn around, show him that she didn't need him, but one quick look over her shoulder made her realize there was a man stumbling around the side-walk, he had a white, messy bear, his toes showed through his shoes, and she was confident he was the source of the retching smell.

”What is that smell?!” she shrieked as she tried to catch up to Slade, she refused to believe she was a slow walker whatsoever, however, she also refused to stay too far behind and allow the streets to claim her. As she tried to walk faster her mind started working, trying to think who she could write a letter to complain about Slade, because he had it coming, perhaps the board of education could do something about it. Then again Slade didn't really seem to care about school considering he was leaving along with her, perhaps then the Peace-keepers could handle it, ”What is your last name?” she demanded clearly not knowing anything about being polite, or trying to fake interest to get what she wanted.
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Apr 26 2016, 02:59 AM #12

Her stomping provided nothing but amusement for Slade, who just grinned and looked ahead and walked just as he'd been requested to do. Just as he'd thought, it didn't take long for her heels to come clicking after him, accompanied by her shrieks and complaints that were equally amusing and annoying. But it was cool, it was fine; Slade didn't care what kind of mannerisms he had to endure in order to reap his reward.

They didn't make it much further down the street when the girl's voice came again, the feminine syllables lifting in question. She asked for his last name, which halfway caught Slade off guard considering the fact that he thought everyone knew exactly who he was, even the mayor's daughter. Her asking was a little sting to the ego, but it was nothing Slade couldn't play off. "Renner," he answered easily, turning his casual gaze towards her. His lips curled into a grin. "I'm sure you've heard of me."

He lead them past a few more blocks, walking steadily alongside her. He was confident that they were at least getting somewhat close to the mansion's general direction - after all, he didn't know for sure, seeing as he never had a reason to visit the better parts of Six - but he figured that was where the girl came in. She'd know. "Looking familiar, Princess?" He asked, perhaps a bit too soon seeing as there were still several low-income neighborhoods off to the left. Pausing for a second, he glanced around their surroundings and then back to her.
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Apr 28 2016, 04:24 PM #13

There was a really slight possibility that Beretta had heard of Slade Renner before, as a matter of fact she probably had, considering he was not hideous for an inbred low-life commoner, so she assumed that it was possible of her rich friends had picked him as her “low-class mistake”. Every girl was allowed one low-class mistake before dating a guy who was of their social class, it was basically part of the rules of feminism. Everyone made mistakes, and Slade Renner looked like the kind of mistake that Mercedes or Porsche could make, unfortunately for them they were not half as smart as Beretta was. She was certain she would never commit any kind of mistake, because she had her head screwed on far tighter than those two idiots; truly they were only her friends because they could afford imported clothes from the Capitol.

Slade Renner, however, seemed to think he was some kind of celebrity which he might have been in his circles, and she could see why, when you were the only crack-baby who didn't have any missing teeth or some kind of visible deformity then you had the chance to be their king. Following that logic Beretta could almost swear that if she went ahead and asked any hobo they found on the street who Slade Renner was they would know. Unfortunately for him she was not just another plebeian, and as such she had absolutely no idea of who she was.

But that was logical so she refused to answer him. Instead she tried to continue figuring out who exactly could she talk to regarding his behavior. Did crack-babies answer to the orphanage or was there like a gang leader that kept them in check? For a second she found herself wishing she knew more about the life in the streets, a thought that was immediately replaced by absolute disgust for even considering such a thing.

When Slade Renner asked her if things looked familiar she looked around, everything was so gray, and dirty, she was pretty confident there was still a stench in the air though it was hard to tell because it seemed like the entire district smelled. And while this are was far better than where they had seen the mangy dog, it was not good enough, and especially not in comparison to the place where she lived,”Absolutely not, I thought you said how to get me home?” she complained with narrow eyes starting to believe Slade Renner was just a poser, and had never known where they were going.

Which only left two very logical reasons for his lie:
1. He wanted to get on her good graces so that she would help him get out of the hole in the ground which he probably called a home.
2. He had half a brain and realized how much his life could improve if he managed to steal from her and sell those things.

Beretta was not someone who liked taking any risks, so at the second thought she pulled out a small bottle of pepper spray which she held on her hand in case that Slade Renner decided to do anything absurd. Then again... ”You know, if anything happens to me my daddy is going to send all the Peacekeepers searching for me, and they would find me because they are the most powerful in this district besides, you know, my daddy,” it was a sound threat, but she didn't care, Slade Renner could not touch her, she refused to contract rabies.
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May 3 2016, 03:35 AM #14

"Well, there is a chance that your chaperon might have made an error," he said, genuinely perplexed as to where they were but unbothered all the same. He was certain that they were close - perhaps not at close as the girl would have liked but close enough - and so he turned his back to her and squinted into the distance, trying to discern their location. Houses to the left, more houses to the right. They were the kinds of houses Slade was used to, but alternatively not the quite the kind he pictured his company to tolerate. "Maybe we missed a turn," Slade guessed, somehow still managing to sound confident. He was sure he knew the way, but now he wasn't so certain. It was no fault of his own that they were half-lost, it was the girl's little distractions here and there. That was it. Kicking the ground, he turned back to face her with a coy grin. "What's the hurry, anyway Princess? Maybe we could --"

”You know, if anything happens to me my daddy is going to send all the Peacekeepers searching for me..." Slade froze, looking first at the poised can of pepper spray and then to her. He impulsively held his hands up to shield his face, trying to understand what was happening. "Wait, wait, wait! Not the face!" He took a few steps away from her, determined to spare himself from her peppery wrath. Once he was at a safe distance, he lowered his hands and watched her carefully. "What do you think I'm trying to do? Kill you? I'm taking you home because you asked me!" This was turning out to be more trouble than it was going to be worth.
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