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PRIM rolled her eyes at his mutterings, recognising that mop of unruly hair as she worked on the buckles at his wrist. They were rusted and old, and grabbing a stone, she managed to break one of the free simply by bashing it. ”Caleb O’Shay, if you weren’t chained up to a wall right now i would slap you so hard you wouldn’t dare look at my chest for the rest of your life. You think you might have grown up a little since high school” She told him as she moved round to the other shackle, whacking it with her stone.
What the hell was going on here? What was Caleb O’shay of all people doing here, in their own fucked up fairytale? She’d known him as long a she had known Leo – it was hard not too when they hung around together at high school, but she’d never had all that much to do with him outside of that small friendship he shared with her best friend. Hell, the last she heard he’d been put in prison, though for what and how long she never actually knew. But, that still didn’t explain just what he was doing here.
”I’m not sure exactly. Leo’s here too, but he fell into the role of prince charming. How did you end up here? In the Dungeon? You weren’t even with us when he broke into the shop... it doesn’t make any sense.... got it!” The other shackle came free as she rambled and Prim caught him as he fell forward, moving to kneel on the dirty floor. It was strewn with straw, a pile of which sat in the corner opposite the only window in the small cell. From the shadows moving in front of the bars, she guessed it looked outside, at street level – but she could tell from here it was too small a gap to get through.
What the hell kind of twisted fairytale was this? It wasn’t following the plot she knew, and now here she was, in a dungeon in a freakin’ palace with a half conscious Perv in her lap. Well. This was all going swell now wasn’t it? Oh. Don’t forget to throw in the fact that Leo was about to marry a fictional character, because that was the freakin’ icing on top off this fucked up cake.
”Okay, what do you mean concussion? What happened... let me see?”
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Post by caleb on Mar 23, 2011 17:19:37 GMT -5
”Growing up is highly overrated,” Caleb groaned, finally detaching his eyes from her chest long enough to flash her his best ‘rogue grin.’ God, but Prim hadn’t freaking changed since he’d seen her in high school; still pretty, gangly and confident enough to speak her mind. He’d never minded her being around them, and had even looked forward to catching sight of that hesitant smile, when she was hanging around Leo.
Ah, the memories of before his incarceration. If he wasn’t chained to a wall and stuck in Fantasy Land, he’d probably have hugged her until she called the cops.
With a groan, he fell forward into her and sank to his knees. His arms and shoulders were aching like a motherfucker, and he resisted the urge to start bawling like a baby. He needed a cig, some really strong booze and another whack upside the head to knock him the HELL out again…oh gah, he hurt. He really, really freaking hurt.
Shaking his head, he turned to look at her, finally able to see her face in the darkness. Huh, okay…so maybe Prim wasn’t so unchangeable after all. She’d cut her hair shorter and there was some kind of…spark in her eyes that made him want to lean over and—
Okay, so it was definitely the wrong time to turn perv. Shaking his head to clear it, he fell back on his butt and leaned against the moldy wall. Instinctively, he patted his pockets for his pack of cigarettes, and groaned again when he found nothing but the strange grey robes he’d found himself in.
He was going to answer her with the truth; relay his little ‘trip’ into the Land of the Insane, but something she’d said before made him pause. ”Did you just say Leo is Prince Charming?” With a sputter, he burst out laughing, leaning forward slightly as his breath came out in humor-filled whoops. ”Ow, ow…holy shit, you’re not joking, are you? HIM? Prince Charming? Wait…then that means we’re in a story. A KID’S story! Ah shit, man…wait, if I can cuss, this obviously ain’t Disney. Hell, Prim, I have no idea what’s going on. I was just chatting it up with a girl in a bar, then bam. I wake up in this hell hole, people are bashing me in the frikken’ head and calling me a ‘Fairy Godmother.’ What, is that slang for fugitive, or something, ‘cause I did my piece!”
He was a bit panicked now, and started patting his pockets again. When she asked about his concussion, he answered out of pure habit, ”It’s my forehead; see the bump? Hey…you can definitely kiss it better. I think that’d help.”
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Post by prim on Mar 23, 2011 21:28:22 GMT -5
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LETTING him go as he fell back against the wall, Prim leant back and settled on her bent knees studying him for a moment. Other than his robes, the unruly teenager she had once known didn’t seem to have changed that much. He was a still a fan of the big hair anyway – but who as she to comment on hair style, when she changed the colours of her at least once a month, and usually every other week? No. Wait. Squinting, she couldn’t help but grin when she realised that, although it was still his hair – it was grey. Well, that made her day.
”Ummhmm” She nodded, tucking a curl behind her ear and chewing on her lips for a second. ”Leo’s prince charming, I keep getting called Cinderella – and apparently you’re the fairy godmother... or would that make you godfather?” She grinned with that last bit and leant forward, pushing some of his hair out of the way to examine this bump on his head. Now, if she allowed herself too, she could feel that familiar sense of knowing at the back of her mind – the one she always got... the one that if she listened to, told her that the bump on his head mean a headache for a while – but the concussion at least was only minor. Nothing dangerous. Hell. Maybe they all had concussions. His shoulders though, well the muscles were pretty badly pulled, but she knew she could help with that.
”Big baby. Only mother’s kisses help things better – it’s all the love. You should know that.” She smirked and shifted, sitting to his left and ignoring any funny looks he might decide to give her, she tugged at the side of his robe and exposed his shoulder – Prim had never been to ask permission. It was her way of doing what she wanted when she wanted in fact that was part of the reason she had been labelled as a freak for most of her life; not quite all there.
Sitting up from her heels, Prim slipped her hands just beneath the fabric and started to massage the joint with her fingers, easing the strained tension out of the muscle. This – she knew she was good at this. If she didn’t go into veterinary medicine, then she would have been a masseuse she decided. As she worked the muscle, she explained her side... or what she knew of it.
”I’m not a hundred percent sure what’s going on... but Leo found this... medal thing... and one minute we were in a store and the next we were here, complete with new wardrobes. I thought... i mean we kind of figured out its like the fairytale, so we decided to go with it... see what happens when it ends. But, there’s me, all ready to go to the ball... but it’s not happening that way. The balls been and gone and now leo’s supposed to marry an ugly stepsister.” She stopped for a second, standing and stepping over his legs to work the other shoulder for a few minutes. ”I was supposed to be helping her into her dress... but i got thrown down here instead. By the looks of it... and the sounds-” She glanced over towards the small barred window, ”-I’d say... the wedding is pretty soon too.”
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Post by caleb on Mar 24, 2011 22:11:54 GMT -5
Good God in Heaven, but he freaking hurt. His shoulders felt like they were on fire, his head was throbbing like his brain was doing the tango in his skull and his eyes…fucking GAH, they felt like they were gonna EXPLODE! Letting his elbows rest on his hips, he pushed his palms into his aching eyes and tried not to start crying like a pansy. Man, he’d been beat up before- and even worse during his stint in prison, but hell if he would ever get into that- but this…gah, he’d never felt anything quite like this before.
Then again, nobody had ever chained him to a freaking WALL, before. Sure, he’d gotten threats and there was this really kinky chick back in New York—
Caleb froze when her fingers gently brushed over the bump on his forehead, then moved around to his back. He twisted, attempting to see what the hell she was doing back there, but ended up melting right into her with a groan. ”Ah fuck, that feels good,” He managed on yet another relieved moan. She had magic in her fingers and he could practically feel the rigidness in his muscles flowing away, like some metaphorical river. So that he wouldn’t crush her, he leaned sideways against the wall and closed his eyes, in complete ecstacy.
It took some doing, but he managed to focus on what she was saying. He remembered she’d mentioned something about being called Cinderella, and couldn’t help but smile. Oh yeah, the Prim he remembered from high school was definitely an underappreciated Princess, that was for sure. He was now getting an upclose and personal view on how valuable she really was, and he was about ready to go smack the crap out of those guys back in Jr. High, who would pick on the girl for being different.
…Himself included. Damn, he’d been an ass back then. Thank God that Leo didn’t mind getting up in his grill to protect his ‘best girl.’
”Godfather my ass,” He grumbled, closing his eyes. ”If I were the Godfather, I’d have mowed down the fuckers who hit me. But wait…this’ all Leo’s fault? Well, that makes a lot of sense. Ever since the douche found out that he’s magical, he’s been getting himself into a mess of trouble. Did you know that the last time we met, he fucking turned my fucking foot into a fucking flowerpot? I almost died!”
He traded talk to laughter when the ‘marry an ugly step sister came up.’ Served the guy right, man! Talk about Karma coming back to kick his ass. ”I say we let him get married and suffer for bringing us into this. But first thing’s first…how the hell do we get outta here?”
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Post by prim on Mar 25, 2011 19:17:59 GMT -5
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UNABLE to prevent the smile that stole its way across her lips, Prim simply allowed herself to bask in Caleb’s appreciation of her talents. Perhaps her ‘magic’ fingers were one of the least well known things she could do, but the groans of delight that left his chest and throat meant a little more that he words could – Prim had little self pride for the actions and gestures she undertook, she was simply new that she could and would do them whether people wanted her too or not, but there was something about the feeling that came with such things being acknowledged that if not careful Prim might grow to enjoy.
”I bet you couldn’t say that three times fast.” Prim murmured, working the muscles along his shoulders and to the base of his neck. Though the actual massage would do little to repair the strain in his muscles from being in such a stressful position for a long period of time, she could at least ease the pain.
Frowning a little at his words, Prim couldn’t help but wonder how long Caleb had known about Leo’s little gift? Despite herself, she felt a little pang of jealousy in her chest, born of the knowledge that despite supposedly being her best friend, it was Caleb whom he had confided the knowledge of his powers in. Swallowing, Prim pushed the feeling down, realising how silly a notion such a thing was when she had barely seen her best friend in five years – especially to then sleep with him after so short a period of time of having him back in her life. Why would he tell her such things, after all?
If she were being honest, and despite everything else that had happened, a small part of her was still waiting for him to simply be gone.
Letting her hands falls from Caleb’s shoulders, prim sat back against the cool, damp brick wall of their prison and absently reached a hand to her golden hair, pulling a small bunch of strands down to her mouth, chewing on the end. Why did it feel like someone was punching her in the gut when she thought about Leo getting married? A knife twisted in her chest at the finality of such vows? Again, Prim distracted herself from the very nearly physical pain and stood, pacing over to the heavy wooden door that seemed to be their only exit from this hovel. Reaching out with her hands, she rattled on the bars and called, to see if she could catch anyone’s attention, but silence met her shouted words. Perhaps they were all away, preparing for the wedding of the century.
Turning, she leant back against the wooden door, looking completely defeated. She had no idea how they were going to get out of here – how to escape this fairytale world.
”I don’t know – the doors solid, and there’s no way i’m slipping through the bars in the window, let alone you. Unless you have a magic wand tucked up your sleeve, I think we have to leave Leo to his vows whether we want to or not.”
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Post by caleb on Mar 26, 2011 22:34:49 GMT -5
It was embarrassing as hell, but Caleb couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped him when those wonderful hands moved away from his shoulders. She hadn’t taken away the insistent throbbing in the muscles deep in his sides and arms, but gah, did she try. Already, he was feeling less like the victim of a really bad ass whooping, and more like his old self. He was used to getting knocked around; to tasting blood in his mouth and feeling his head was likely to explode. He had been in a gang, after all…and after spending so many years as a bad ass mofo, bruising was the normal end of a normal day.
Yeah, linebackers? They had nothing on the O’Shay family.
With a low grunt of unhappiness, he eased himself around so that he was facing her again. He couldn’t exactly see her clearly in the dim lighting of the dungeon, but he could make out the pained expression on her face. Thinking that she was worried about spending her golden years in their rat-infested accommodations, he reached over to give her knee a little pat.
”Don’t worry, mama, we’ll be alright,” He said, a bit awkwardly. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to making other people feel better, but he was trying his best. ”I’ve been in some nasty prisons before, and this one ain’t so bad. It’s medieval and you know what that means; easy to pick locks. So…cheer up, darlin’. We’ll get outta this.”
He could hear his Irish accent getting stronger as his brain struggled to cope with the pounding behind his eyes. Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet and grumbled when a wave of dizziness assaulted him. Man, when he found that schmuck who’d whacked him, he was going to go to TOWN…
A snort escaped him and he gave her an incredulous look when he regained his mental balance. ”Prim, the only thing I have up my sleeve is a freakin’ switchblade. Just because these weirdo’s keep calling me the ‘Fairy Godmother,’ doesn’t mean that I’m magical! Leo’s the magical one; I’m just the muscle. We should just leave Leo to his arranged marriage, for getting us into this mess.”
Cursing under his breath, Caleb shuffled along the wall until he got to the door. Cinderella…gah, it had to be a story with a freaking castle, didn’t it? Not…Little Red Riding Hood, or something. There weren’t any guards with big, fat clubs in THAT story, now was there? And if that wolf came running up, he’d just pull out his .45 and POW. End of story. But noooo, they had to be stuck in freaking Cinderella…and man, if it turned out that he’d grown boobs in the past 24 hours—
”GAH!” His eyes were hurting so bad, that he couldn’t see the damn lock in front of him…not that he could even if he wanted to, with the lack of proper lighting and all. He’d picked harder locks than this one in dark heists before, sure…but not with a freaking part of the manacle Prim had just gotten off him! After a minute of cursing, pulling on the door handle and finally throwing a wad of dirt at the damn thing, he backed off a few steps and waved his arms at it, as if he could swat the thing away.
…And, for the first time in his life, something that should be swatted, was swatted.
With a loud crash, the door flew off its hinges and into the hallway, as if some unseen force had given it a really effective shove. Stunned, the ex-con could only stare at the torch lit hallway, then looked down at his hands as if they were alien appendages.
”Okay…I’m officially freaked out. But how about we do some running? Yeah…some running sounds good. C’mon, Prim!”
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Post by prim on Mar 27, 2011 11:23:49 GMT -5
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GLANCING down at the hand patting her knee, Prim felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. Though somewhat awkward, she could appreciate the gesture coming from the Irishman sat across from her. She did after all doubt if dealing with potentially emotional women was an everyday occurrence for him, let alone throwing in the extraneous circumstances they found themselves in. It worked anyway, and Prim slipped the hair form her mouth back behind her ear, and even went so far as to let her eyes flash gratefully over his gaze for a second.
”I’ll hold you to that.”She murmured, watching him in silence as he started working on the door. She had no idea to the pain he was in, given that she didn’t recall ever being whacked about the head so hard as to pass out, nor had she ever awoken chained up in a dungeon, but the way he kept screwing up his eyes, well she guessed it hurt a lot worse than the hangovers she got after a night out.
Still, when the door exploded outwards she was little if not surprised, jumping to her feet and standing for a moment looking for all like a goldfish, her mouth open and closing as she looked between the splintered doorframe, Caleb, and the new open hallway only to then repeat the process several times. It took a moment for his words to register in her mind, a few seconds more for her to make sense of them, and even then her first reaction was to shut her mouth and nod her head with enough fervour to make the golden strands of her hair fly about her face.
”Running, is definitely a good idea”She agreed, her voice freed by the sound fo voices shouting and echoing in the corridor outside their now open cell. Darting forwards, primrose Thatcher grabbed one of Caleb’s hands, or rather alien appendages, and pulled him along with her and out into the torch lined corridor. Unlike the stunned man to whom she was attached, Prim had the added benefit of actually having been in the castle, and was glad for her memory taking note of the way she had been dragged down into the castles murky depths earlier.
She lead him through the corridors and up a flight of stairs, only to then push him into a darkened alcove when footsteps headed towards them – guards looking for the escaped prisoners apparently intent on ruining this joyous day. It was nearly enough to make Prim long for the graveyard again – even that seemed more real than the reality in which they found themselves.
Breathing deeply from her exertion, Prim was hardly aware of their current closeness within the small space as she strained her ears for the sound of more guards. ”I... i think they’re gone.” She whispered after a moment, glancing up into his face. ”Now what?”
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Post by caleb on Mar 29, 2011 15:16:30 GMT -5
Oh good GOD, if it wasn’t for his manly pride, he would have started screaming like a little girl. Had he really just waved his hands and made the door explode? This couldn’t be happening! None of this could be real! Sure, his best friend did the vibrator thing when he was around supposed ‘objects of power,’ but 9 out of 10 times that Leo was around, he was just…Leo. Normal, everyday schmuck from Brooklyn with the crap ass sense of humor. This was…gah, this was too much! He was fine with the random thought that he was friends with a he-witch, but him? HIM?!
…Okay, next thought; this was friggin’ cool!
With his jaw flapping in the wind, Caleb allowed himself to be pulled down the hall. For all intensive purposes, he was glad as hell that Prim was doing the leading, given that his eyeballs felt as if they were permanently crossed. He had no idea where they were going, but seemed to instinctively trust that the little blond knew where she was going. It was a bit surprising, he couldn’t help but think as they rounded another corner; the fact that he wasn’t yowling at her to inform him of their destination, or how he should be the one leading. For all intensive purposes, the last six years of his life should have been an indication of how bad things went for a guy who didn’t take the jaded route.
Yet, there he was, holding Prim’s hand while she hauled his ass to safety. Or…at least, what he hoped was safety. Hell, he’d go with his gut; from what he’d seen in high school, ‘Cinderella’ over there wasn’t about to turn him over to the storybook guards for ha-ha’s. His ex-girlfriend, on the other hand…
Damn, Leo and damn the situation. If things were different…oh yeah, he’d find a better place for her to put her hand, than against his palm. Not that that wasn’t completely inappropriate for any situation…nah crap, he gave up.
Holding himself still as the guards careened past their little hiding place, Caleb pressed his back up against the stone wall behind him and squeezed his eyes shut. They weren’t going to get caught, they weren’t going to get caught…oh thank you, baby Jesus, they didn’t get caught! Relief surged through him, battling the sweet twang of adrenaline as he opened his green eyes to look into her face. Slowly, awareness of their close quarters seemed to dawn on him, and he couldn’t help the little ‘smolder grin’ of his to pop onto his lips. There was a reason why he was friends with the biggest man whore on the planet, after all.
”You don’t look half bad as a blonde,” He said in a whisper. At her question, his grin widened ever so slightly. ”Well, I could definitely think of a few things, but we might need some more room here. And some soundproof glass…mmm, and maybe a bottle of Ciante…”
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Post by prim on Mar 31, 2011 9:31:30 GMT -5
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FOR NOT THE FIRST TIME since finding themselves in this messed up situation, Primrose Thatcher found herself in dire want of slapping the roguishly handsome man with whom she was currently at close quarters with. Instead, a somewhat lopsided grin spanned itself across her features as she reached up and tugged one of his grey locks down in front of his eyes. Very nearly having to stand on her tiptoes just to reach.
Who in the hell decided it was a good idea to make everyone in this place a foot taller than her anyway?
”I’ve been blonde before, and i’d like to point out, i’ve always looked pretty good – you however should probably invest in some hair dye once we get back, because you are not rocking the old man look.” She teased him, if only to waylay his comments on their closeness. Trust him to be the one joking about that when there was a pretty good chance that the next person they saw could very well be leading the charge and yelling “OF WITH THIER HEADS”; or was that just Alice in wonderland?
Leaving him to dwell on the state of his hair, Prim leaned out from the little alcove in which the two had found themselves and scanned the halls. It was not as busy as before – in fact it was nowhere near. Where were all the servants she had seen only a few hours previous, running around with food and flowers? Damn, was that how long they had been here? A few hours? Prim had been running solely on adrenaline, but now given a moment to take in their situation, remotely free from danger, she realised that in fact she was not only rather hungry. But extremely tired. It had been night when they left their world, yet morning when they had arrived in this one, and by now it looked like it was at least early afternoon.
Chewing the corner of her lip, Prim wondered if red bull had been invented yet, and turned back to Caleb.
”Okay.. . i can’t see anyone... my vote is we make a run for it, find Leo, and hop on the next boat out of this place whilst we let Leo figure out how he’s going to get us out of here. I might even let you beat his ass for a little while.” Once more, Prim grabbed Caleb’s hand, though this time it was for the small comfort in the gesture of holding onto something she knew in this crazy place, rather than because she felt like she could easily drag him after her. Swallowing, she crept from the little alcove and stuck close to the wall, chewing hard enough on the skin of her lip that her teeth threatened to break through. Glancing around, she made for the same stairs she had gone up earlier, hoping that Leo might still be in his room, though she had to pause when she passed a window, dropping Calebs hand as she peered out into the cheering crowds just beyond the window pane, and looked upon what she was hell hoping was not what it looked like.
”I think I found Leo.” She commented, moving out of the way and slumping back against the stone wall as she allowed Caleb the room he needed to see the begginings of a wedding ceremony taking place just beyond thier noses.
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Post by 'Lucky' Leo Barone on Apr 1, 2011 20:43:20 GMT -5
Hell yeah, they’d found Leo…and if Leo knew that he’d been found, he’d have been running towards the two of them as if they were a pot of gold.
Standing stiffly in front of a flower-ornate alter, he threw a panicked look at the priest standing in front of him. The guy was old, with more chins than anyone should have and from the look on his face, he wasn’t getting any help from God. And given the fact that the hundreds of people behind him were cheering, laughing and waving at him, that scary old dragon-lady who’d screamed at Prim was looking smug, and the old guy with the black beard was looking like a proud Papa Rooster…he was so fucked. So, SO fucked.
A familiar wedding tune began to play, and the tension in his body got even worse. There was a woman with a veil over her face slowly walking toward them; head held high and face covered by what seemed like a yard of lace and ribbon. He was going to be sick; he was going to turn the fuck around and vomit right on God Man’s shoes. Would that stop the ceremony? Maybe he could use the food poisoning shtick and get to higher ground…
An image whispered through his mind; that beautiful, big eyed face in a white dress, walking down the aisle toward him. She was gliding, ethereal and looked glad to be there. He’d never thought about getting married before, but that particular face made him pause.
Prim walking down the aisle toward him, her face beaming as she looked into his eyes and saw something she wanted. Something he never knew was there, until she’d come back into his life.
And that was the exact moment that Leo Barone, witch and tech-wizard extraordinaire, fell over in a dead faint.
Back in the Palace alcove, Caleb had also poked his head around the corner and watched as his friend toppled over. ”Yup, that’s Leo,” He said dryly, eyeing the wedding scene. Various screams and gasps erupted from the previously cheering crowd. People were hurrying to and fro, the ‘bride’ was standing in the middle of the aisle howling for her mother and the guards were doing a defensive circle around their lord and master.
For his part, the ex-con couldn’t help but feel a bit…what? Jealous? Irritated? Amused? Those were definitely not the thoughts of a best friend, and he quickly slapped them to the back of his mind. Taking Prim’s arm, he hustled her to another alcove on the other side of the hall as a stream of guards surge passed them. Someone was shouting about moving the ‘Prince’ back to his room, while the bride was screaming about her ‘perfect day.’ He ignored the rest of what the bitch had to say, instead squinting at the floppy-armed body being carted up the grand staircase, disappearing from view.
”Alright, so we know where he’s going…but we can’t get to him until things calm down,” He muttered, more to himself than to Prim. What the hell could they do? Caleb was getting real damn tired of this world real damn fast, and he flexed his hands against the urge to make a fist. He wanted to get to Leo, kick the shit out of him and get the hell out. But firs thing was first; he had to get himself and Prim up to Leo’s room and maybe…what? Hide in his wardrobe?
POOF
A cloud of smoke enveloped them as the thought passed through his head, along with a yelped ”BIBBITY BOBITY BOO!”
Caleb was severely creeped out as the smoke enveloped them, and then…lifted. He took a step back, thinking he’d knock into solid wood, but instead…ended up falling out of a wardrobe right onto his ass. Holy shit, what the fuck was THAT?!
”Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!” He started cursing and staring at his hands again. Great, now his ass hurt; oh happy day.
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