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musetrash2010-06-09 01:53 am
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LOG: The Fugitive & The Doctor
The Fugitive grinned; his teeth filthy, his face covered in grime. His ship was sailing soon. The women walking past in the cobbled street shied away from him, something in his face prompting them to change their paths. It didn't matter. Nothing could change his jubilation today. His fingers beat time against his thigh, his accordian slapped his back where it hung on its strap, his cigar jutted jauntily from his lips.
He'd seen the miser, scraping for bail, scrambling to keep his head above the water in the aftermath of the perfect plan which the Fugitive had carried out. The Fugitive's smile widened. He stepped lightly onto the cobbles of a market street, far from McArthur's shop; the other side of the city. There were a great many shops, stalls, and people a-plenty, and the Fugitive blended effortlessly into the crowd. A few short hours, and he would be gone, his revenge complete and his getaway safe. Oh yes, he was a happy man today.
He'd seen the miser, scraping for bail, scrambling to keep his head above the water in the aftermath of the perfect plan which the Fugitive had carried out. The Fugitive's smile widened. He stepped lightly onto the cobbles of a market street, far from McArthur's shop; the other side of the city. There were a great many shops, stalls, and people a-plenty, and the Fugitive blended effortlessly into the crowd. A few short hours, and he would be gone, his revenge complete and his getaway safe. Oh yes, he was a happy man today.