WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
He shifts his grip as she tries to break it, pulling up just a little - but his thoughts aren't entirely with her. This is a con he used to run with Nathan, a two-man game that kept them fed for more than one night. First kid shows up, does a terrible job of picking your pocket. While you're giving him what-for and looking around for the authorities, the other kid - Sam, always Sam - gets the whole damn wallet. First kid gets free, and all that's left is counting the cash.
It's gotta be even easier here than it was in Tegucigalpa, down in Darktown. Find the only mark who might have some cash to pocket, and there's no authorities for him to run to. Another time, another place, he would've spent a lot of time down here.
He lifts the woman's wrist, taking away some of her leverage, up just enough that it's awkward, not quite enough to hurt. It's not the kind of shit he normally does, toying with some poor sap who thought he was a rube, but her voice sounds familiar. It's gonna bug him. "What's your name?"
This time, Doki actually hisses at him. She resents the grip on her wrist, how easy it was for him--stupid smart him!--to anticipate the twisting of her arm. He should be stupider. She should be smarter. This is the better way. Now she is trapped and he is asking questions. She will not be trapped.
"My name is not yours to know. Now you will be letting me go. If you do not, you will next find a knife in your bowels."
She does have another hand, after all. Once more she pulls, trying to yank herself free.
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It's gotta be even easier here than it was in Tegucigalpa, down in Darktown. Find the only mark who might have some cash to pocket, and there's no authorities for him to run to. Another time, another place, he would've spent a lot of time down here.
He lifts the woman's wrist, taking away some of her leverage, up just enough that it's awkward, not quite enough to hurt. It's not the kind of shit he normally does, toying with some poor sap who thought he was a rube, but her voice sounds familiar. It's gonna bug him. "What's your name?"
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"My name is not yours to know. Now you will be letting me go. If you do not, you will next find a knife in your bowels."
She does have another hand, after all. Once more she pulls, trying to yank herself free.