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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:25:58 GMT -5
Deanna was walking back to her room. She was going to drop her books off in her room, so she didn't have to lug them to and from her and Hunter's usual spot. She was happy, since she had actually bumped up from #8 to #7 because of the Grongi fight. She headed up the stairs of her dorm building, unaware that she was being followed.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:27:18 GMT -5
Hunter sat on the large rock that the two of them sat on and looked out at the sun to his left, waiting for Deanna to arrive.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:30:47 GMT -5
When she opened the door, the man following her bullrushed her, falling into the room on top of her. "Don't move or talk, you thieving bitch, or I will kill you." Deanna's attacker said, grabbing her head in a such a way to be able to snap her neck with a simple motion. Deanna laid motionless, scared to death.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:32:26 GMT -5
Maybe she was just running late tonight. Hunter didn't think much of it.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:35:00 GMT -5
"W-what do you want?" Deanna asked. "My rank back." Her attacker muttered, getting off and pulling a knife. "Up. Move." Deanna did as he said, standing and walking to the center of her room, while he closed the door behind her. Deanna had figured that this guy, who she knew as Frank Devore, might be mad he lost his rank. She hadn't pegged him for mentally unstable.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:36:34 GMT -5
Eventually Hunter started to look around to see if he could see her coming, but he couldn't. He'd give her a few more minutes before he called her.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:39:44 GMT -5
"Gadgets on the desk." Frank said, rubbing the back of his neck. Deanna pulled her phone out and set it on the table, along with the Tamagotchi she had been messing with. "Sit." She did so, slowly. She wondered if Hunter was getting worried by now.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:40:22 GMT -5
He took out his phone and called her, looking around again.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:42:25 GMT -5
Her phone rang. "Answer it." Frank said, gesturing to it with the knife. Deanna grabbed the phone and answered the call. "Hello?" Deanna said.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:43:33 GMT -5
"It's me," he said, "I was just wondering where you were."
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:46:11 GMT -5
"I'm fine. Just a little delayed at the moment." Deanna said. She tried not to let the fear color her voice, but it did ever so slightly.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:46:47 GMT -5
"Is something wrong?" he asked her.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 25, 2013 23:57:50 GMT -5
"No, no, no, nothing's wrong." Deanna said. "Well, I'll see you there in a minute!" She hung up. Frank merely gestured to her desk chair with the knife, rubbing the back of his neck. Deanna did so, and he began looking for something on his person while still holding the knife out.
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Post by Hunter Logan on Feb 25, 2013 23:59:17 GMT -5
Hunter looked at his phone after she hung up. He'd give her another few minutes before he'd go and make sure she really was ok.
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Post by Deanna Prato on Feb 26, 2013 0:02:38 GMT -5
Frank found what he was looking for: a roll of duct tape. "My father is not going to be pleased if he finds my rank went down." Frank muttered, beginning Deanna's wrists to the arms of the office chair. "So, I'll take you out of the equation, and keep that from happening." Deanna watched in stunned horror. Frank wasn't just unstable: he was stark raving mad.
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