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ᴊɪʟʟɪᴀɴ | ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴀʀᴛ ([personal profile] frescoes) wrote in [community profile] wakingthedead 2014-07-27 08:03 am (UTC)

Jill folded her arms across her chest and fixed the man with a flat stare.

"Why should I, sir?"

One could feel the way acid dripped from the way she said 'sir'. It was enough to make the man take a step back. He looked like he was about to speak when Jill lifted a hand and cut him off.

"You just lied to me back there, about the girl taking something. If you really didn't have any ill intent, when she kicked you because she was clearly frightened, you wouldn't be chasing after her like this." She tilts her head and narrows her eyes. "That now leaves me with a rather important question that I want you all to answer: why exactly are you and your friends so tetchy and ready to chase down somebody who hurts you?"

The rest of the posse were looking even more nervous now. "C'mon, man," he pleaded, tugging at the arm of the other. "She's a fucking hunter. Let's get out of here."

The man scowled at Jill, spat right in front of her feet, and stalked off. The rest slunk after him like whipped animals.

That left Jill with the girl and the dog, who was now padding over to the girl and looking up with pleading eyes as if it was wondering if she was okay.

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