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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 5:39:14 GMT
Rosemary Jackson|Lets say this is after the attack on Jack, and perhaps word has gone around that Logan is working with a masked ninja, the name of which I think I'll decide on later| Opal was in a good mood. A splendid mood, to be exact. She had an ally who spilled his guts about half-bloods, a secure, beautiful base, a wealthy background, her journal of information, and best of all, a secret identity. No doubt word was beginning to spread that that a masked woman was working with the most feared half-blood in the academy, Logan. To celebrate this feeling, Opal had decided to go out and learn more about the half-bloods, and strike more fear into the academics. After all, if everyone was breaking down at the threat, then a leader who seemed to know what to do would be just what they needed, and that's how Opal planned to get into position as pre-queen. Her master plan wasn't complete, but she had the rough outline of it etched into her mind, like an author has an idea and starts formulating how it will go before even writing it down. So, Opal wore her mask, a black, extremely thin but strong item with red outlined around the eyes and a bit of a cat-eye effect at the end of each each (like cat-eye makeup). Knives in her boots and a few on her belt, she crept through the woods, silent, deadly, and yet human. These animals have forgotten, Opal thought with a pang of glee, that humans have always been the greatest threat to animals. Grinning widely, she walked on. Opal's pure black jumpsuit made for ideal sneaking, and her jet black hair streamed out behind her. She was, invisible in the night. And when a half-blood crossed her path (you can do human or animal form), she couldn't suppress a grin of red lipsticked lips from where she crouched beside a tree.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 5:49:11 GMT
Rosemary was strolling through the woods in her cat form. It was the perfect time for a walk, or at least she thought. The scent of an unknown person reached her nose and she panicked. She had heard about an anonymous attacker teaming up with Logan, and she didn't exactly like the idea. Logan was a person she strongly disliked- and to have another person like him was scary.
She morphed into her human form, following her instincts. "Who's there? Is it the anonymous attacker? Please don't hurt me..." Rosemary pleaded as she let a small whimper loose from her lips. At that moment, instincts told her she needed to run.
Rosemary took off, tearing through the forest grounds. She hid by a tree then quickly morphed into her cat form, then continued running. She was not going to let herself become vunerable to an unknown attacker.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 6:02:44 GMT
Opal smiled and took off after the girl, silently. The girl may have an animal running through her veins, but Opal had been training for years and could run faster than nearly all athletes at around twenty miles an hour.
Suddenly, Opal burst through the trees, slamming into the cat and rolling over it until she had it pinned. In a flash, she had drawn a knife and held it to the cat's throat, smiling viciously. "So we have a runner?" Opal said in a sneaky way. "Don't bother changing, kitten, or I promise you this knife will find a new home in your stomach." Grinning red lips and batting brown eyes, she examined the cat as she withdrew a bag made of cloth similar to her mask. It was lightweight, thin, but extraordinarily strong. "Lash you're tail if you'll go into the bag willingly," Opal offered, resting her knee on the cat so that it wouldn't run and holding the bag on it's side, open. "Or do I need to throw you in, because that would be holding still."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 17:09:48 GMT
The knife did it for Rosemary. Once she was pinned she knew she was in serious trouble, but the knife was too much for her. The only times she saw knives were at the cafeteria, and those were plastic ones meant for eating food, not murdering innocents. Despite her fear of the knife, she didn't move, because she didn't want a knife in her stomach, that was for sure.
She let loose a small meow and lashed her tail. The last thing she wanted was to be forced into a bag when she didn't even know who the attacker was. But, the voice sounded feminine to her. Sneaky, but still with a touch of feminine. Once this attacker let her go, she would have to go to Claire and let her know about the situation.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 17:49:45 GMT
Opal smiled further, enjoying herself. "Great," she said, lifting her knee and withdrawing the knife far enough for Rosemary to move. "Don't try anything. Just go right on in, kitty."
Opal's eyes watched the feline, and her smirk didn't falter. The moonlight managed to reach down through the trees and illuminated her black hair, which was draped to one side, and of course the black jumpsuit. The one thing that Rosemary didn't know was that the bag was line with a kind of cloth on the inside that, when in contact with anything living, released a scentless knock-out gas. Opal wasn't going to play games of risk.
|Making this short since there's not much else I can do without sounding like I'm describing everything|
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 19:56:27 GMT
Rosemary meowed, let out a small whimper but then climbed into the bag. She was scared, more scared than she had ever been in her entire life. All of the Logan drama was nothing compared to this. She was becoming a half-blood hostage, property of someone else. She could be injured, or die. It was all up to her captor.
She curled up at the bottom of the bag and tried not to cry. It was sad to her that she would have to spend time in captivity. Animalia Academy was a place where all half-bloods, and some humans, could roam free. But now, she was a half-blood hostage, property of someone else. It was even more horrible that she didn't know who the captor was.
She closed her eyes, hoping to be free of the bag. Hoping to run free and go back to her dorm. Hoping to cry out for Adam...
Adam! That was it! She couldn't try to escape, that would kill her for sure. But if she cried out for Adam, maybe he could find her. Her boyfriend, the love of her life, could set her free.
"ADAM!" She opened her eyes and tried to yell for him. "ADAM, HELP ME!" It probably only came out as bare meows, but it was worth a shot. Rosemary meowed until her throat hurt. Her eyes watered. But suddenly, something got to her. Feeling... Dizzy... She thought to herself, to keep herself company. She was getting dizzy, starting to feel sick. Her vision blurred, and she meowed one last time before passing out to the scentless knockout gas she didn't even know was there.
| 275 words! That must've been the longest post I've ever written  | |
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 20:18:57 GMT
Opal smiled enthusiastically, if that was possible for an evil mastermind. Giving the gas a moment to kick in, she then knotted the bag in on itself, slid her knives back into her thigh-high boots, which the pair she wore didn't have heels on, thank goodness, and hefted the back over her shoulder.
Opal had already figured out what she was going to do by the time she pulled open the trapdoor in the ground and hopped down the wooden staircase into her base. (I'm not going to give a description of the place, so please read my first post in "Wealthy And The Ready")
Setting the bag down on the ground, Opal stretched and flipped the switch on the wall to turn on the lights. Oh, how she loved being rich!
After taking in the fact that she was finally going to get more information, Opal snatched the bag of literal cat and pranced into the storage room, a large empty part of the base that had yet to be furnished. I really need to make a true hostage room, Opal thought to herself as she opened the bag and pulled the gassed animal out.
Following a sedative that would automatically transform Rosemary into a human form, Opal tied the now-human girl up against a wooden support beam in the middle of the all-wooden, carpeted room. Again, Opal pitied the carpet, as it was quite expensive, and thought again that she should at least make that part of the room stone so that hostages wouldn't get blood everywhere if torture was inevitable.
Satisfied, Opal, still masked and beautiful in scary ways, removed her violin from it's case and played the melody of Minuet, from her seat on a very comfortable desk chair, her back facing the girl, waiting for Rosemary to wake up.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 20:47:46 GMT
Darkness. A soothing sound of a violin. Calm.
Eyes open. Tied up. Masked female. Death.
Rosemary panicked as she woke up and she screamed. "What IS this place? Get me out of here!" She shrieked. She was tied up, yes, but she still struggled. She gave up and released a small whimper before two single tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm... a hostage." She frowned. Rosemary felt like her heart snapped in half.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 20:57:28 GMT
At the sound of a feminine voice, Opal uncrossed her legs and stood up, setting the violin on the chair and smiling slightly. "Oh, Rosemary, don't be so hard on yourself," Opal remarked, recognizing the face of the hostage from an image Logan showed her. "You're a guest." Opal walked around the post, trying to insert uneasiness into the equation, but mostly checking to make sure the rope she had tied the girl with wasn't coming undone.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 21:03:46 GMT
"A guest to the house of death." She said quietly. Wait a second, how did that girl know her name? She certainly didn't know the girl, so how could the girl know her? "How do you know my name? Who are you? Let me go, now!" Rosemary struggled even more than before. "Get. Me. Out!"
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 21:17:28 GMT
Giving herself a chance to chuckle a little, Opal squatted in front of Rosemary, tilting her head to the side. "I'm not going to kill you, dear," she said, ready for the next question. Standing back up, she browsed the few weapons she had received from dealers so far, and ran her fingers along each before selecting a short, sharp throwing knife.
"You and your friends here at the academy can call me Shadow until I'm ready to unveil my identity," Opal responded after a few moments, returning to Rosemary at eye level. "I actually am quite comfortable in this mask. You'd be surprised. As for how I know you, lets just say your friend Logan knows exactly what I want from you half-bloods, and he's willing to give it to me without a price." Opal grinned widely again and twirled the knife in her fingers.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 21:22:06 GMT
"Logan!" She shrieked. "He almost killed me and my boyfriend!" This stupid Shadow girl was the one teaming up with Logan. Rosemary suddenly realized she had picked the wrong day for a stroll in the forest. Shadow was armed, and Rosemary was not. Death was not something she wanted, and she quickly realized she would say or do almost anything to keep herself alive. Almost anything. | Sorry my posts are short, I don't really know what to talk about besides death  | |
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 21:28:58 GMT
|Lol. I know what you mean. I'm almost urged to keep talking about Opal's hair, because I can see it so clearly on her; long to her waist, black, and extremely straight|
'Shadow' smiled once more. "So Logan really doesn't know how to control himself," Opal mused, almost pitying the nervous girl. Almost.
"Tell me, Rosemary. Do you like games? How about apples?" Opal stood once more and grabbed an apple from a shelf nearby, gripped the throwing knife with her teeth, and removed one 5-inch blade from her boot. Opal re approached Rosemary and, with the longer knife, pinned the apple up by the long stem about a few inches above the pink-haired girl's head, then returning the throwing knife to her hand. Opal smirked and took several steps back.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 21:35:03 GMT
"No! No! No! I hate games! Especially ones involving death! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I love my life!" She panicked more than ever. This could be considered her worst nightmare. Dying, without her loving boyfriend by her side. This was horrible, this was terrible.
| Lol I love this post |
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 21:45:21 GMT
Opal laughed villainous. "If you keep saying I'm going to kill you, I might be inclined to do so!" Opal remarked, tilting her head to see the angle of the apple. "Besides, I need you." The young woman twirled the knife in her fingers, then, in a swift motion, threw it straight into the apple, slicing clean through. "Now, here's the game: You're going to tell me all the secrets you know about people. Refuse, and we'll see how good my aim really is." Returning to the other Throwing knives, Opal picked up another one, but also grabbed a large leather-bound book, surprisingly in good condition for it's age. She also grabbed a pen, and then opened to a clean page, and set the book on the ground. "Ready, set, go!"
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 21:49:41 GMT
"Well, my friend Cecelia Leerit is human. Claire Blakely is my friend and the runner of the school, she's half snow leopard. Angelica Mason is my friend, she's half wolf. Adam Griffin is my boyfriend, we're trust-ringed, and he's half hawk. Damian Wright is half snow owl. Is that enough?" Rosemary told Shadow everything she could remember.
| Lol, that's all I can remember |
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 21:59:28 GMT
|LOLLOLLOL|
Opal blinked. That was easy. I didn't even get any fun! She thought, scrambling to write it all down in neat, straight, careful handwriting following the title Secrets And Information Of The Academy, planning on leaving several pages to simply write down information about everyone and everything at the academy.
Sighing, Opal sat up, looking Rosemary in the eyes. "You said Cecelia is a human? What's she like?" Opal asked, returning the knife to her fingers, losing the smile she so adored and replacing it with a stoic expression.
|Wow|
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 22:09:09 GMT
"She's nice and kind to everyone at the Academy, and she's no threat to me..." Rosemary said, "Unlike you." She muttered, hoping Shadow didn't hear the last part. Rosemary didn't want to play "smart alec" at that time, especially when it was life or death, but she liked sarcasm and had to use it at some point.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 22:17:11 GMT
If Opal had ears they would twitch, and if she had a tail it would lash. She heard all right. Quickly withdrawing her second long knife and, quite fast, slid to where Rosemary was tied up and held the blade to her throat. "I'm sorry," Opal growled between clenched teeth. "I didn't hear that last part. Say again?"
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 22:22:24 GMT
Wrong time for sarcasm! Wrong time for sarcasm! "Nothing! I didn't say anything!" Rosemary's smile faded to a scared expression. She had a battle with life or death, and it looks like she picked death on accident.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 22:39:52 GMT
Opal snarled and, in a swift motion, had slid the knife across Rosemary's arm, a good half-inch deep, not caring if blood dripped on the carpet. Returning the knife to the girl's throat, she yelled, "I said, WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Of course, Opal knew exactly what Rosemary said, but she needed to teach her a lesson about talking behind Shadow's back. "I thought we could be friends in some ways, but some kitty needs to be potty trained!"
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 22:55:51 GMT
A high-pitched shriek was released when Rosemary felt a sharp pain in her arm. "I JUST MADE A STUPID JOKE, ALRIGHT?" She screamed. Rosemary was pissed at Shadow now, and she wanted to fight, but she was just a pink-haired coward. She started crying heavy tears. "Just let me go! I want to see Adam!" She screamed, crying, tears streaking her face. Rosemary wanted to see Adam more than ever, and she wanted to go. Back to her dorm at the Academy, back to happy times. She would never step foot in the forest again, she vowed to herself in that moment.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:05:50 GMT
"There you go," Opal responded, tilting her head to the side and grinning, whipping blood from her knife off on Rosemary's pants. Getting up, she walked over to another shelf and, after sticking her knife back in her boot, selected a piece of paper.
After returning to Rosemary's side, she tore a piece off the paper and wrote four lines on it, like you would set up a game of hang-man.
"Rosemary, you remember I said I like games, right? Well here's a game board for you," Opal purred, setting the paper on the girl's lap. "Lets see if you half bloods can figure out who I am. And as for Adam? I suppose you can leave a message on a video camera in case you forget what happened here tonight."
Turning on her heels, Opal disappeared into the other room, opened the closet door, and removed a high-def video camera and camera stand. Returning with it, Opal set it up in front of Rosemary and grinned. "Want a minute to think before I start it?"
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 23:11:44 GMT
"No. I know what I want to say." Rosemary quickly answered. And she meant it. She knew what she want to say.
Adam, if you're watching this, this is your girlfriend Rosemary. I'm being held hostage and I need you to come rescue me. She's working with Logan. She knocked me out, so I don't know where I am. But I remember being in the forest. Please, help me, and I love you and I trust you, because I'm serious, my life is at stake.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:18:47 GMT
"Very well. Oh, and one more thing: I'm going to knock you out after you finish and leave you for your True Love to find with the video on disk in your lap, 'K?" Opal said, wondering to herself if she would ever find love. Shaking the thought away, she clicked the "start" button and pointed to Rosemary, letting her know she could start talking.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 30, 2014 23:21:27 GMT
| Wait... I'm confused here. What I thought is she dumps Rosemary somewhere and then gives the disc to Adam? |
"Adam, if you're watching this, I'm alive. Probably. Shadow is going to knock me out after I finish recording this video. She let me record this so I can tell you information about her so I don't forget. Listen to me, I'm not kidding, Shadow is dangerous. She took me hostage, she slit my arm and she is working with Logan. Yes, Logan is back at the Academy. Shadow forced me to tell me about everyone at the Academy or else I'd die. Tell everyone about this video and tell everyone everything on this disc!" Rosemary said.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:54:31 GMT
"Good girl," Opal praised after ending the video. "I'm going to go put this on a disk. Don't try anything. There's only one way out of here." Twirling and heading out, Opal spent the next five minutes uploading the video to her laptop and then transferring it onto a blank CD and closing it into a CD case.
"Anything you want to ask or say, Rosemary? After all, you're the only one that's going to have the chance to talk to me without being severely injured."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 31, 2014 0:01:05 GMT
"Don't injure or kill Adam." She said, more tears crowding her vision and eventually slipping down her cheeks. "I have no siblings here anymore, and I care about my friends, but... It's not the same as Adam. Please, he's the center of my life- don't injure or kill him, please."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 0:09:38 GMT
Opal studied the face of her victim. There was a kind of passion, a yearning, that she had never felt. It made her hesitate, and perhaps Rosemary saw, but she didn't give her the chance to speak on it. "Is that all?" Opal finalized, taking out a cloth with more scentless gas.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 31, 2014 0:14:25 GMT
"One last thing- have you ever felt love before?" She asked. She noticed Shadow's hesitation, and figured love weakened her. Maybe she could weaken her, escape, find her love. "It's a powerful feeling- have you ever felt it before?" Rosemary forced more tears to come from her eyes. Must... Weaken... Shadow.
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