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Post by foxx on Apr 2, 2009 16:57:49 GMT -5
Angel takes the radio with a nod and turns away from the car. She slips it into her pocket before heading to the front door of the former fire department. Ironic really, a fire power base mutant living in a building once dedicated to putting out fires. Either that, or an omen of things to come in his life.
Once Angel arrives at the front door, she checks for a door bell. Failing that, she will simply knock on the door till she gets someone's attention.
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Post by dakota on Apr 3, 2009 4:24:02 GMT -5
From inside, Angel hears a muffled bellow of " It's open" come from inside.
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Post by foxx on Apr 3, 2009 17:59:43 GMT -5
Angel pushes open the door and walks inside. She takes in the sights once again, for the same reasons as outside. Looking for the source of the voice, she looks at the vehicles that are in the process of being work on. Once Angel finds who she is looking for, she starts playing the demure damsel in distress.
”Hello... Um, I'm looking for Trevor Williams. I heard he stays around here?” She'll eye contact briefly but looks away. Like she wants to avoid eye contact because of something bothering her, something bad. When she gets response, Angel will make sure to look in the speakers general direction but not him directly.
”Its really important that I speak with him...”
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Post by dakota on Apr 4, 2009 5:09:20 GMT -5
A young man covered in grease stood up from working on an old Mustang, and cleaned some grease from his hands. " I'm Trevor, what can I do for you?" He wasn't alone. A blonde woman about his age was alone there, and was looking at Angel suspiciously.
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Post by foxx on Apr 5, 2009 8:01:14 GMT -5
"Yeah... um... I don't know how to bring this up. Angel looks at him, then away. Giving the impression that the blonde staring her down is really intimidating her; as if.
"I guess you might be able to help me. I really don't know who else to go too. right now..." Angel frowns at herself. {b]"I'm with... or at least was... with the Brethren."
Angel waits for any outbursts, or purposefully acts of violence. If violence she'll fold like a whipped puppy about to get kicked again. If nothing happens, she'll continue, "Look i'm sorry I showed up. I know there's nothing but bad blood with you and them, but I'm not here to screw with them. I want to get away from them..."
Trust 40% out of 50%
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Post by dakota on Apr 5, 2009 8:16:13 GMT -5
" Umm," Trevor looked at the blonde before answering," let's go back to the office and talk about this."
The blonde nodded. " Yes. Let's" She motioned for Angel to follow Trevor, who was already headed towards the back of the shop.
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Post by foxx on Apr 5, 2009 18:55:45 GMT -5
Angel slightly shrugs her shoulders and goes back with them to the office mentioned.
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Post by dakota on Apr 6, 2009 4:46:17 GMT -5
Once in the office, Trevor took a seat on the desk and the blonde closed the door behind them. " Now," he said curiously, motining for Angel to sit, " what can I do for you?" The blonde had purposely moved out of Angel's line of sight.
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Post by foxx on Apr 6, 2009 11:32:13 GMT -5
Angel sits down, clasping her hands together. "Well, I want out, but they don't let you out once your in... I gotta out. I gotta get away from these guys. They don't respect me, all they want me for is theri twisted little fantasies..."
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Post by dakota on Apr 7, 2009 4:54:42 GMT -5
The blonde came into view on the other side, giving Trevor a quizzical look. Trevor almost seems to answer her with a shrug, then turns his attention back to Angel. " Sorry, this is Brittney. We've dealt with the Brethren a couple time, so we can probably help, but what do you mean, fantasies?"
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Post by foxx on Apr 9, 2009 1:55:30 GMT -5
Angel watches the blond for a moment, before she lets her indignation get the better of her, "Sex, they keep me around for sex. Okay, you really think these guys are bad, you have no clue how bad they can be. No clue at all."
After that outburst she lowers her eyes to stare at the floor.
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Post by dakota on Apr 9, 2009 10:00:54 GMT -5
Brittney shook her head. " That's not how the Brethren really work. I should know," she leaned forward with a nasty smirk," I was one of them, and my brothers still are Who are you really?"
Trevor looked confused, but said nothing.
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Post by foxx on Apr 15, 2009 22:20:19 GMT -5
"Well anin't that just great, just when I thought could have helped me." She gets up to leave. After all, "You've already been compromised. Sorry I bothered you. I hope your planning on letting me leave..."
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Post by dakota on Apr 16, 2009 0:04:46 GMT -5
" Comprimised? Why you ..." Brittney started.
" Britt, calm down." Trevor said, standing up. " No one is going to make you do anything here, miss. You came here looking for help. Not sure what I can do with the others out of town, but I'll hear you out."
Brittney was definitely not impressed, but didn't interfere anymore.
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Post by foxx on Apr 21, 2009 10:40:22 GMT -5
Angel looks so terriblely unsure of what she should do. She stands a moment longer before sitting back down on the chair.
"Look, you want to know what these guys are up too, I have information. Stuff that you could benefit from. Because i want out and the only way to get out if something happens to them so they aren't paying attention to me. Jail or whatever seems to be a pretty good distraction to me..."
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