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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 15:18:34 GMT -5
Wait here for friends or wait to be tried.
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Post by Deliverance Chevalier on Jul 4, 2010 20:23:25 GMT -5
Deliverance shook from head to foot, her black hair in a demure bun in the back of her head. She was wearing a day old dress, a pretty blue dress with no embellishments. It was dirty and torn in some places. She wrung her hands and paced back and forth, not sure what to do. She was confused as to why she was here. It had all been so confusing. Liv had been walking down along the warehouses, headed toward August's base for his pickpockets. She had been carrying a pie, covered in white and red checkered cloth. Then she had heard shouts and policemen emerged from everywhere.
It was a raid.
Liv had screamed and dropped the pie, the dish and the pie splattering everywhere. She had turned to run but one of the men had grabbed her and handcuffed her. They had dragged her down to the Bronx police station and she had been held overnight in conditions that weren't that good. She was terrified. She had never even been fined before. She was alone except for a few women of reputation.
She shivered and looked at the guards. So many... Why here? Obviously she was not a thief, she might pass for a pickpocket, but what pickpocket wandered around with a covered pie in a glass pie dish? Hmm?
She frowned and sat heavily on a bench, crossing her arms and glaring at the guards. Her left leg crossed over her right and her left foot jingled anxiously. What was going to happen to her? She wanted August. He would know what to do.
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