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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:11:33 GMT -5
Noa was spending her night at work to pay off Cath, and had just arrived in the lobby, trying to figure out what to do now.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:16:18 GMT -5
Cath had left a note taped to the security booth, addressed to Noa. It addressed how there was a bunch of paperwork things that needed to get done soon, so she had left them on a desk near the elevator on the floor she usually worked on.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:17:37 GMT -5
Noa found the note, "Ok," she said to herself, heading up to that floor.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:21:11 GMT -5
As promised, on a desk near the elevator, a stack of papers about 3 inches thick waited under a lit desk lamp, with a sticky note with Noa's name on it on top of the stack. Michel was staying late as well. He had finished designing some more clothing, and needed someone to try it on.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:23:03 GMT -5
Noa walked up to the pile and set her bag down on the table, slumping down with a sigh.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:24:39 GMT -5
The papers were fairly simple, only requiring an initial here and there and a lot of copying. Michel wandered the floors, thinking. He began ascending, being one floor below Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:25:47 GMT -5
Noa started working. It was easy, but boring. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. So boring...
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:28:09 GMT -5
Michel ascended to the floor Noa was on, and saw the lonely light. He began sneaking, spying and seeing the girl whom Catherine had protected a few days beforehand. He retreated and began looking through his pockets.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:29:08 GMT -5
She looked up. Guess there was nothing. She looked back down to her work and continued.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:32:43 GMT -5
Michel retrieved a small bottle and a pad of gauze. He soaked the pad with the liquid in the bottle, and began slowly approaching Noa from behind. He'd just found his model.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:34:01 GMT -5
Noa flipped another page and started to sign that one after a quick read.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:36:39 GMT -5
With one hand, Michel clamped the pad over Noa's nose and mouth, and wrapped his other arm around her torso, holding her to the chair.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:37:09 GMT -5
She struggled as soon as he grabbed her, moving her head as best as she could, letting out groans, but she couldn't get away.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:40:00 GMT -5
Michel held the pad strong. The chloroform should kick in any second now.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:42:17 GMT -5
She weakened rather quickly, slumping down.
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