by Shellpepper » Sun Feb 21, 2010 4:31 pm
"You know, Mel- may I call you Mel?-" He didn't wait for an answer, "I'm actually rather a valuable member of Mort's little army," Mark said calmly- as if commenting on the weather or the color of his shirt. "Would you like to know why?" Without waiting for an answer again- "It's because I read people, Mel. I see through them. I see you, Mel. I know what makes you tick." He grinned. "I know everybody I see. I don't even try, I just do."
Ian groaned as Mark's voice registered in his befuddled mind. Aw, crap- NO!
Rachelle grabbed Trisha's face, pulling her neck around so she was trapped in a head lock. Rachelle snapped Trisha's neck. Trisha'd heal in a few minutes, but for now she was paralized. "*****," she cursed. Rachelle stepped out of the building, standing again beside Erik. "Sorry about that," she said. She turned and began to walk away from Trisha and Erik. Her eyes stung as if she was trying to cry but couldn't.
Alaire leaned across the center consol after he'd gotten in the car and kissed her a bit too passionately for the public eye. He grinned as he pulled away and started the car as if nothing had happened.