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#2369

(New Charity)

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Charity sat on the floor in her room, legs crossed beneath her, as dark magic swirled about her. The Dark Rider was somewhere in Miller's Crossing, but she wasn't sure where or what he was doing. She was more concerned with finding the outsiders, for she knew they were drawing near.

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As she focused, she could feel them approaching. Etienne had separated from the group and that made Charity smile. She would be alone and vulnerable now. As for the others, they were nearly beneath the town. It was time to divide them as a group and conquer.?

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Slowly, yet simultaneously, she crept into each of their minds until she was able to cut them off from one another, then Charity appeared to each of the travelers -- just she and each individual alone, in a place created in their minds. The place differed from person to person...someplace that brought them fear and a feeling of dread...and once she had them each isolated there, she asked them, "Why have you come all this way? You know, deep down, you cannot defeat me."

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[Sicilien]

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At first Sicilien thought that he blacked out, because his sight had suddenly been completely taken away from him and when he was next able to open his one, unsealed eye, he found himself back in Palenuma.? The same fucking town that he turned into a crater after having razed everything and everyone in it where he lost not only the last remaining dregs of his humanity, but also his beloved and their child that was never even given a chance to live.? Except this town was intact, one day before ground zero, when he and Rosalie had faced each other off in a battle that should've never happened.? He found himself standing 100 feet from her whose eyes were blazing with fury, her arms rising in the beginnings of an attack, but it was as if time had slowed down to a crawl.? Panic and bile started to rise in his throat as his body acted against him, his hands curling around his Colts which he took out and cocked, pointing the guns straight at the love of his life, and just as he was about to pull the triggers, a disembodied voice came from nowhere and every at once, and that was all it took for Sicilien to break out of this awful memory.

The bounty hunter chuckled, decocking the funs as he slid them back inside their holsters and fished around his coat for his pack of cigs, lighting one up as he took a long drag and let out a satisfying column of smoke.

"So, the manikin finally makes her appearance. Afraid to show your face, you two-bit whore?" he spoke back, not exactly sure where to look, but it was certainly anywhere but Rosalie who now stood frozen in time.? "I will admit, you almost, almost had me there until you opened your big, fat mouth.? Maybe get that frog out of your throat and try to actually sound like who you're trying mimic?? Just a little tip."? He stood there laughing to himself, finishing the cigarette as he took out another and started smoking that too.

"The fuck do you care why I'm here?? Are you afraid?? Tittering in your little whore panties that we're coming for you?? I'm in it to win it, baby.? Here for the ride of a century," he continued, clasping his hands behind his head as he leaned back nonchalantly.? "And maybe have a little fun along the way.? I mean what else is there to live for, amirite?"

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Posting Order: Flynn, Chase, Sicilien, Callie, Charity (interacting with each character)

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#2373

[Sicilien]
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At first Sicilien thought that he blacked out, because his sight had suddenly been completely taken away from him and when he was next able to open his one, unsealed eye, he found himself back in Palenuma.? The same fucking town that he turned into a crater after having razed everything and everyone in it where he lost not only the last remaining dregs of his humanity, but also his beloved and their child that was never even given a chance to live.? Except this town was intact, one day before ground zero, when he and Rosalie had faced each other off in a battle that should've never happened.? He found himself standing 100 feet from her whose eyes were blazing with fury, her arms rising in the beginnings of an attack, but it was as if time had slowed down to a crawl.? Panic and bile started to rise in his throat as his body acted against him, his hands curling around his Colts which he took out and cocked, pointing the guns straight at the love of his life, and just as he was about to pull the triggers, a disembodied voice came from nowhere and every at once, and that was all it took for Sicilien to break out of this awful memory.

The bounty hunter chuckled, decocking the funs as he slid them back inside their holsters and fished around his coat for his pack of cigs, lighting one up as he took a long drag and let out a satisfying column of smoke.

"So, the manikin finally makes her appearance. Afraid to show your face, you two-bit whore?" he spoke back, not exactly sure where to look, but it was certainly anywhere but Rosalie who now stood frozen in time.? "I will admit, you almost, almost had me there until you opened your big, fat mouth.? Maybe get that frog out of your throat and try to actually sound like who you're trying mimic?? Just a little tip."? He stood there laughing to himself, finishing the cigarette as he took out another and started smoking that too.

"The fuck do you care why I'm here?? Are you afraid?? Tittering in your little whore panties that we're coming for you?? I'm in it to win it, baby.? Here for the ride of a century," he continued, clasping his hands behind his head as he leaned back nonchalantly.? "And maybe have a little fun along the way.? I mean what else is there to live for, amirite?"

(Charity)

Charity flashed a grin. This one was so angry...so filled with hatred and pain.

Pain was good. She could work with pain, especially with anger and hatred thrown into the mix. She looked around at his memory and savored the agony within it.

“Such a vulgar tongue,” the dark-skinned girl remarked. “So much hate. You have lost so much. What is it you call yourself? Sicilian?”

She walked up to the rugged looking man and studied him. “You have lost so much. That is most unfortunate. Did you know life doesn’t have to be this way? And there certainly doesn’t have to be conflict between us.

“Rather than a fight, you could join us in Miller’s Crossing. We could utilize your abilities…you could benefit greatly from what I could offer you. Power. Passion. Perhaps even the love you so desire. What if I could give you the one you so desire? Would that be enough for you to pledge yourself to our cause?”

Posting Order: Flynn, Chase, Sicilien, Callie, Charity (interacting with each character)

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#2496

(Charity)

Charity flashed a grin. This one was so angry...so filled with hatred and pain.

Pain was good. She could work with pain, especially with anger and hatred thrown into the mix. She looked around at his memory and savored the agony within it.

“Such a vulgar tongue,” the dark-skinned girl remarked. “So much hate. You have lost so much. What is it you call yourself? Sicilian?”

She walked up to the rugged looking man and studied him. “You have lost so much. That is most unfortunate. Did you know life doesn’t have to be this way? And there certainly doesn’t have to be conflict between us.

“Rather than a fight, you could join us in Miller’s Crossing. We could utilize your abilities…you could benefit greatly from what I could offer you. Power. Passion. Perhaps even the love you so desire. What if I could give you the one you so desire? Would that be enough for you to pledge yourself to our cause?”

[Sicilien]

“You have no idea who I am, do you, sweetheart?” the bounty hunter chuckled. Try as she might, she would only be able to do so much to access his mind, but the deepest, most locked down recesses of it. Ain’t no one could and she certainly wouldn’t be able to achieve it either. “Life wouldn’t be worth living if you just had everything handed to you on a silver platter, so no. Thanks, but no thanks. I will get my lady love back with my own two hands, not with your twisted delusions mired in darkness.”

Of course, this...what she was...did leave him room for concern. If she could truly force Rosalie to bend to his will, then what would that do to her mind? Would she be reduced to a mindless slave, here at his beck and call? Would everything that they have gone through. Everything that they experienced...would all of that just disappear as if it never happened?

“Who’s your master?” He wondered if...if he was… “Why would I even want to make a deal with you than I can just talk to the man in charge. Or woman? Do you even have a gender or do you just appear as whatever the person whose mind you’re violating desires?”

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Posting Order: Flynn, Chase, Sicilien, Callie, Charity (interacting with each character)

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