Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:59:57 PM)
His wide, angular shoulders rose and fell beneath his robes in a small shrug. "I didn't say you had to be their friends....I will pity you if you do....a great deal.... No, you only need to know them, interact with them, to learn what you can. I will supply you with information from time to time...information that they will want....that alone will eventually earn you there trust and admiration."
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:02:12 AM)
Sounds alright. *she says quietly, following her feet with her eyes as they take a step at a time towards the direction they are going. She seems like she is about to say something, but it takes a long time before she gets over herself to say it.* When will I see you again?
Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:04:27 AM)
She would not see the cruel grin that stretched across his thin placid lips with his back to her, but it sparkled dangerously in his eyes. "You will have the number on the phone....we can meet any time you need to. Soon, there will be a place closer to the city where you will be able to find me easily. There, you will meet others of our...family..."
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:08:21 AM)
*Tasha has no further questions. She simply tries to think it over, let the wheels in her head turns and lock in their right place. Get comfy. She purses her lip in, and then back out as it tasted too foul to chew after her days in the swamp. She continues to follow the large creature ahead of her, eventually tugging her hands in her pockets and her shoulders up, as she gets a hang on strolling in the wilds and feels like she can relax without hurting herself.*
Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:13:27 AM)
They would continue on in silence then for nearly a mile longer, but when the sounds of cars on a local highway just outside the city reached her ears, she would realize that she was never terribly far from home to begin with. He stopped within the shadows at the edge of the woodline where the trees had been cleared back from the road. "There is an old Sugar Mill just outside of town...google it....it shouldn't be that hard to find. When you have retrieved the phones, bring them there. If I do not come to you when you arrive, drop them into a hole that has rusted out of the dark green silo. I will need three of them, as well as water proof cases for each." He moved over to a tree, then, and one of his hands plunged fearlessly into a dark hole between it's roots. From within he withdrew a small wallet with about two hundred cash tucked inside. He then offered it to Tasha.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:17:39 AM)
*Listens to him attentively, trying to save his instructions in her mind the best she can. When he offers her the wallet, she pulls a hand from her pocket and takes it, flicks it open, checks the money, and tugs the hand and the wallet back into her pocket. Then she just watches him curiously with her big eyes as if expecting for more instructions.*
Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:21:55 AM)
"Be sure to activate one of the phones before you leave it if I am not there...so that you'll have the number", he added as she tucked the cash away. He gazed down at her with those eerie blood ringed eyes for a few moments in silence. Finally he nodded, reaching out a large hand to pat her atop the head. "Very good. You've had your fill of the swamps by now, I'm sure. You may go...eat...clean...whatever it is you feel you need to recover... I will expect the delivery before sunset, however."
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:27:43 AM)
Oh man..*she lowers her head as patted, and looks to the ground.* I better hurry then, I guess. I will be hard pressed to just get myself clean before tomorrow night. *she sighs, then looks up again, meeting the yellow of his eyes with her blue for a brief moment. She looks like she is about to saysomethign again, but doesn't. Finally she cracks him a nervous smile and no more.*
Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:29:06 AM)
Those piss yellow eyes narrowed curiously as he peered down at her as if expecting something more. He did not move, did not breath, he only stared....though he did do a good bit of stinking.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:31:01 AM)
*She starts to feel awkward under the silence stare, and finally takes a few steps backwards, swaying from one leg to the other in wide motion as she prepares to take off towards the road.* You'll be alright, right? *she asks in a casual manner.*
Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:33:30 AM)
He grunted when there was nothing forthcoming and nodded. He would not push..not now. "What do you think?", he asked with a sarcastic sneer, "Of course I will. Now go...run along....I'll hold you here no longer. I will be expecting you before day break...." With that he slinked backwards into the shadow, as if he meant to return to the depths of the swamp, "Remember....speak of this to no one.....for risk of both our lives..."
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:40:27 AM)
*Tasha sways in place untill he has vanished from view. Then she swirls around and starts towards he lights that chain along the road. She doesn't look back, even if she may be tempted to, but makes it to the road fast and with purpose. The first she gets there, the solid pavement under her feet felt almost weird after the walk she had before. She had thought that she'd never feel it again, and it was just what she needed to boost her confidense. She begins her march towards the city. A logn one, but then again, there was still time before daybreak.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:41:12 AM)
(hopping ot ooc. Thanks for RP and the FREEEDOM! =P )
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 12:41:15 AM)
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Croc (Jul 16, 2011 12:41:33 AM)
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