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[evientually.livejournal.com]

Lemme go! I didn't do it!

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[umbr-ambulate.livejournal.com]

You put it back and I will. Come on, it's in your pocket, I saw.

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[Evie stares at the tall, scary man for half a second then at the passing crowd, back to him, back to the crowd and then back to him. Her face screws up, her mouth drops open and she starts shrieking in the high-pitched, terrified scream of a child.]

Lemme go! Lemme go! NOT MY DADDY! Help! HELP! THIS MAN'S NOT MY DADDY!

[She jerks and struggles like a wild thing. Hope he didn't like his shins.]

[umbr-ambulate.livejournal.com]

[...shit. He pulls his hand from her shoulder like it's a hot iron and takes a few steps back.] Come on, just put the candy bar back on the shelf!

[Last-ditch attempt before the people staring decide to intervene and he has to leg it. Just repent, Evie. Please?]

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't stick out her tongue just in case some of the people beginning to mill around notice and figure out what's really happening. And she's not putting back the candy bar, thanks, 'cause she's hungry and hasn't eaten all day. She does, however, look smug.

Then she turns on her heel and pelts down the street, people not so much jumping out of her way as being moved out of it. Once she's sure the coast is clear, she ducks into a darkened alley and rips open the Snickers.

She hopes the man doesn't get into any trouble, but he shoulda let her have the candy bar.]

[umbr-ambulate.livejournal.com]

[Which is exactly when he steps out of the shadows, looking peeved and and cocking an eyebrow.] I had to pay for that, you know. [Technically, he just shoved the money at the vendor and went without waiting for change. But close enough.]

[driventheart.livejournal.com]

[Have something close to a smirk.]

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[She needs to move uptown. Too many scary men. Noah'd made her promise not to stick to one place too long.]




[ooc: Does he have hold of her? If so, cue act like above. XD]

[driventheart.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really mind that people are suddenly looking at them. With a very convincing "She's my daughter", most of them stop looking.]
And now, my dear, how about you return those sweets you've taken? You know they are bad for your teeth.

[evientually.livejournal.com]

You're hurting me! Leggo, leggo, LEGGO! LIAR! He's not my daddy! HELP!

[Stupid people! Stupid grownups! Evie doesn't stop shrieking and struggling. She's starting to panic now. The man won't let go. Maybe he really is a bad man. Evie twists and turns, trying to slip her arm from her coat, crying in earnest now.]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[Charlotte's Web, you say?

It's just that it's good for reading aloud to someone sick, is all, and it's the last copy, and she didn't actually mean to grab and whether the girl's intending on stealing it or not barely registered.]

I'm sorry-- please, I... could I have that one? I'll buy you another book, it's just, I just...

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[No one buys little kids books unless they're a relative. But the lady'd asked nicely and she looked kinda sad. Reluctantly, Evie lets the book go.]

S'alright. You can have it.

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

I could maybe find you another one, or... I don't mind buying you a different book...

[She looks down at the book guiltily.]

Have you read it before?

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[Don't take presents. That was Noah's rule. People'll try to give you presents, but they always want something. Even other kids. You gotta be careful, Evie. Be careful or you'll get disappeared. She shakes her head, the memory of manners coming back.]

...no thank you.

[She was still reading it, in bits and pieces.] School library has it. No big deal.

[Not a lie, right? A school library somewhere has to have a copy.]

[umbr-ambulate.livejournal.com]

You put it back and I will. Come on, it's in your pocket, I saw.

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[Evie stares at the tall, scary man for half a second then at the passing crowd, back to him, back to the crowd and then back to him. Her face screws up, her mouth drops open and she starts shrieking in the high-pitched, terrified scream of a child.]

Lemme go! Lemme go! NOT MY DADDY! Help! HELP! THIS MAN'S NOT MY DADDY!

[She jerks and struggles like a wild thing. Hope he didn't like his shins.]

[umbr-ambulate.livejournal.com]

[...shit. He pulls his hand from her shoulder like it's a hot iron and takes a few steps back.] Come on, just put the candy bar back on the shelf!

[Last-ditch attempt before the people staring decide to intervene and he has to leg it. Just repent, Evie. Please?]

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't stick out her tongue just in case some of the people beginning to mill around notice and figure out what's really happening. And she's not putting back the candy bar, thanks, 'cause she's hungry and hasn't eaten all day. She does, however, look smug.

Then she turns on her heel and pelts down the street, people not so much jumping out of her way as being moved out of it. Once she's sure the coast is clear, she ducks into a darkened alley and rips open the Snickers.

She hopes the man doesn't get into any trouble, but he shoulda let her have the candy bar.]

[driventheart.livejournal.com]

[Have something close to a smirk.]

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[She needs to move uptown. Too many scary men. Noah'd made her promise not to stick to one place too long.]




[ooc: Does he have hold of her? If so, cue act like above. XD]

[driventheart.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really mind that people are suddenly looking at them. With a very convincing "She's my daughter", most of them stop looking.]
And now, my dear, how about you return those sweets you've taken? You know they are bad for your teeth.

[evientually.livejournal.com]

You're hurting me! Leggo, leggo, LEGGO! LIAR! He's not my daddy! HELP!

[Stupid people! Stupid grownups! Evie doesn't stop shrieking and struggling. She's starting to panic now. The man won't let go. Maybe he really is a bad man. Evie twists and turns, trying to slip her arm from her coat, crying in earnest now.]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[Charlotte's Web, you say?

It's just that it's good for reading aloud to someone sick, is all, and it's the last copy, and she didn't actually mean to grab and whether the girl's intending on stealing it or not barely registered.]

I'm sorry-- please, I... could I have that one? I'll buy you another book, it's just, I just...

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[No one buys little kids books unless they're a relative. But the lady'd asked nicely and she looked kinda sad. Reluctantly, Evie lets the book go.]

S'alright. You can have it.

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

I could maybe find you another one, or... I don't mind buying you a different book...

[She looks down at the book guiltily.]

Have you read it before?

[evientually.livejournal.com]

[Don't take presents. That was Noah's rule. People'll try to give you presents, but they always want something. Even other kids. You gotta be careful, Evie. Be careful or you'll get disappeared. She shakes her head, the memory of manners coming back.]

...no thank you.

[She was still reading it, in bits and pieces.] School library has it. No big deal.

[Not a lie, right? A school library somewhere has to have a copy.]