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Post by Professor Plum on Jan 2, 2011 9:49:11 GMT -5
She would rather have the cop come find her, if one was coming at all. But this street seemed to be pretty deserted. No taxis, no cops, no people...except for the rapist. Alone with the psycho. She would never have had to feel this frightened in Sweden.
But she seemed to have no choice but to follow him.
Getting up shakily, she trailed behind him, cautious of getting too close. Her center of gravity was a little less out of whack, as she was beginning to sober up a little, but still didn't stop to wonder which of the two 'schools' he'd meant. It was doubtful that he went to Edison.
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Post by babby on Jan 2, 2011 10:30:28 GMT -5
He reached his school and trudged into the broken gates. Edison was near enough to it, she could find her way. Besides, she had ruined his night. After he had taught her to drink and dash, too. He never wanted to see her again.
Putting up only one unmoving hand as a sort of wave goodbye, he was in the gates and they would probably never see each other again. That's what he hoped, at least. She probably thought the same thing. To him it was just a date gone wrong.
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Post by Professor Plum on Jan 2, 2011 10:57:47 GMT -5
She wanted to see him again. So that she could identify him and report him to the authorities. Because the more she sobered up, the more familiar he began to look, and not in a good way.
When it finally hit her, she pointed at him accusatorily, "You... You're the one that broke into my room!"
It had to be him; the junkie thief. Now rapist junkie thief. She cursed her hazy mind for not realizing it before, and even more so for blurting out her revelation. She should have just kept quiet and called the police from the safety of her dorm.
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Post by babby on Jan 2, 2011 11:04:06 GMT -5
He stopped in his tracks and laughed a little. "Not like you can do anything about it. Police are afraid to go near me." Him fighting another person was terrifying. He remembered biting a man's ear off before, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. A hopeless man tries anything to get out of his hole, and also has no inhibitions in a fight.
"And besides, I got some good money on your stuff." He had used it to pay back his mother. A little bit, at least.
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Post by Professor Plum on Jan 2, 2011 11:35:46 GMT -5
Bastard. He'd probably used her stuff to buy more drugs. She wished she had another lamp to crack over his filthy head.
"I'm still calling the police," she informed him bluntly. Now that her buzz was gone, her cheer had gone with it, and she was back to encasing herself in a protective wall of silence. Get to the point, and don't mess around while getting to it.
To prove her point, she pulled out her phone right there, and began dialing the three magic numbers.
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Post by babby on Jan 2, 2011 11:51:42 GMT -5
He laughed. "I'm not stopping you."
Then, wAlking closer, he grinned. "But I wonder... Do you even remember my name? Or even know my last name?" it was almost too dark to see his features. "You don't even know where I live at this school. You don't know anything about me. So how are you going to report it?"
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Post by Professor Plum on Jan 2, 2011 12:25:09 GMT -5
It was not difficult to see her features. Pale as she was, she stood out like a ghost in the night. Her expression was unmoving, covering up the turmoil beneath.
Bringing the phone to her ear without answering him, she waited a moment and then said clearly, "I'd like to report an attempted rape. My attacker and I are standing in front of Tesla school right now..."
She felt secure now. Whether it was a mistake or not, she put her full trust in the government. All she had to do was describe his physical appearance and what little she knew about him. The police were better than what he gave them credit for...or so she hoped.
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Post by babby on Jan 2, 2011 12:36:43 GMT -5
Laughing again, he just turned and walked away. Once the police found him, if they even found him, they wouldnt get anywhere near him.
But he would let her feel safe. "Go home, Alice." He advised, already far away. "It's past curfew at Edison anyway, isn't it? What if the police found you?"
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Post by Professor Plum on Jan 2, 2011 13:05:40 GMT -5
She felt like dashing her phone against the ground. What kind of shit country was this, where people could commit crime and get away with it? No justice whatsoever.
It took her a moment to realize that the operator was frantically asking if she was still there or not.
"Nevermind. Sorry," she muttered and hung up. They could come and investigate her call if they wanted. She would already be gone, because unfortunately, he was right. She needed to get back to her room as soon as possible.
Giving him one last hatred-filled glare, she turned and trudged back to Edison, where she would likely be refusing to speak at all for the next few days or so.
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