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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 0:17:31 GMT
"Once," she said, surprisingly strong, "Long ago, I did. Why do you think I'm doing what I am?" Without another word, Opal pressed the cloth to the girl's mouth and nose and let herself smirk a little. "Breath it in and don't fight it, and you'll be in Adam's arm's before you know it."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Dec 31, 2014 0:36:00 GMT
Rosemary failed. She did not weaken Shadow. The stupid cloth was around her again, and she was being knocked out. She felt dizzy and she closed her eyes, and soon... She was passed out again.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 0:43:21 GMT
Assured the girl was knocked out, Opal sighed. Little did Rosemary know, she had, in some ways, gotten to her. Frowning, the slightly-ninja female sliced apart the rope and hefted Rosemary over her shoulder.
CD in hand, Opal started towards the door. But, on second thought, realizing how cold it was outside, she grabbed a thin, small blanket out of the closet, despite her better judgement.
A good hour later, Opal arrived a mile or so outside the Academy. The sun was coming up, peeking over the horizon, and no doubt Rosemary's Prince was worried sick and frantically searching for her.
Opal rested Rosemary against a tree and tucked the black blanket around her, and dropped the CD into her lap. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork, then ran off into the trees, knowing it was time to get her act back up.
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