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(Harriet's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Aug 22 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 75F(23C) degrees.
Harriet glances about the area.
Groaning as he starts to stir from his sedated state. Elias 's gray-blue eyes flicker open slowly as he lays on the floor, "wha...." He murmurs.
Patiently, Harriet is standing in the room, having made a successful deal with the Syndicate. As the burly men bring forth Elias, both of her naturally arched eyebrows lift, raising as if attempting to climb up to her unreachable hairline. It seems she does not recognise the fellow, which brings her a fair amount of relief to know that one of her own were not kidnapped. "Hello," she says in her posh British accent as she approaches the bound stranger. "Are you all right? What is your name?" gets asked as she shows slender hands off to him to ensure he knows she is not armed and not going to hurt him. If he doesn't flinch or behave poorly, she most definitely intends to untie his wrists.
"I think I still have all my pieces... Harriet was it?" Elias asks as grumbles, still obviously half under the intoxicative state of whatever drugs he was injected with, but he does answer the woman's question, "I am Elias." He offers, still laying relatively still on his side on the floor. The dark haired man has bits of debris and other materials in his hair sourced most likely from the forest, "What happened?"
When Elias confirms he is all right -- or at least semi-confirms, Harriet gives him a once over. It is with the eyes of a physician that she views him, appraising his form for anything that would be obviously wrong, such as a missing limb, but that non-ogling assessment does line up with the man's claim that he has all of his pieces. "Very good," she decides, getting down on her knees to untie the man since he does not seem to be lashing out or intent on harming his rescuer. "Well, I cannot be sure as to how it happened, but I do know that the Syndicate kidnapped you, and that I was the highest bidder -- and that means, despite being abducted, it is your lucky day, because I will not harm you, onlt set you free." As she's speaking her slim digits are working at the rope, deftly untying his binds and then casting them aside. "There you are."
"Well, I do appreciate that and I will remember to return the favor. You know what they say about unpaid debts." Elias says to Harriet, groaning as he slowly pushes himself to his feet, "It seems I have rather bad luck when I am working out in my yard. For whatever reason, I am a popular target these days. I guess people are mystified by someone operating a lawn mower." He explains with a touch of bitterness in his tone.
Harriet listens to Elias as she rises back up, palms brushing over her knees briefly to rid them of anything they may have picked up off of the floor while she was kneeling. Once she's standing up straight, her shoulders get squared and her head is held at a near haughty angle -- but not quite. She stands there poised. "The mysteries of a lawn mower operator will forever intrigue world wide crime organizations who partake in human trafficking. It's a thing," she says as if this is a true fact, nodding her head to confirm it even further. "Did you need anything?"
"I think it would be rather rude of me to ask any more of you after how gracious you have been." Elias says as he hooks a thumb into his pocket, offering her a small smile, "Do not think I am ungrateful. It is just a string of bad luck... or I guess good luck depending on how you look at it. So once again, thank you. I do believe I will just enjoy the walk home and contemplate the sudden interest in me certain organizations have in me of late."
Harriet gives a shake of her head to Elias. "I do not think you are ungrateful. Actually, I think you are rather lucky to have your clothes on your back. More often than not, the Syndicate seems to like to poach people when they are in their birthday suits, so you lucked out that your kidnapper simply has a fetish for machines that cut grass." She lifts a slender right hand to tuck some stray hairs away from her face and behind an ear. "You're welcome. Be safe out there, and if you need anything, please feel free to text me at seven ten, seventy-one fifty," is said to him before she steps aside. "Anything... within reason," gets tacked on. "You wouldn't believe how many odd things -- inppropriate things -- I have been asked for."
"Knowing this town from the time I spent here, I can only imagine. But I assure you, if I am anything, I am a gentleman." Elias says as he lifts his gaze towards the ceiling for a moment. He takes a deep breath before refocusing his gaze upon Harriet, "I am sure a swift kick will get most to start considering their manners once more. But I will keep in that in mind. I am a diplomat of sorts and I do like to keep lines of communications open. My number is seven ten, eighty three fifty two."
Harriet takes in what Elias has said, and she enters his phone number into her own electronic device. "Yes, they do get a bit stunned when they find out just how strong I am," she murmurs some, hazel eyes lifting from the glossy screen as she's tapping in the man's details. "On my first day in town, some absolute stranger came up to me and wrapped his arms about me, then proceeded to rub his face against my breasts. It did not end well for him," is claimed. "Anyway, may you have a better rest of your evening, Elias. Take care."
Harriets Syndicate Bargain 240828
(Harriet's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Aug 22 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 75F(23C) degrees.
Harriet glances about the area.
Groaning as he starts to stir from his sedated state. Elias 's gray-blue eyes flicker open slowly as he lays on the floor, "wha...." He murmurs.
Patiently, Harriet is standing in the room, having made a successful deal with the Syndicate. As the burly men bring forth Elias, both of her naturally arched eyebrows lift, raising as if attempting to climb up to her unreachable hairline. It seems she does not recognise the fellow, which brings her a fair amount of relief to know that one of her own were not kidnapped. "Hello," she says in her posh British accent as she approaches the bound stranger. "Are you all right? What is your name?" gets asked as she shows slender hands off to him to ensure he knows she is not armed and not going to hurt him. If he doesn't flinch or behave poorly, she most definitely intends to untie his wrists.
"I think I still have all my pieces... Harriet was it?" Elias asks as grumbles, still obviously half under the intoxicative state of whatever drugs he was injected with, but he does answer the woman's question, "I am Elias." He offers, still laying relatively still on his side on the floor. The dark haired man has bits of debris and other materials in his hair sourced most likely from the forest, "What happened?"
When Elias confirms he is all right -- or at least semi-confirms, Harriet gives him a once over. It is with the eyes of a physician that she views him, appraising his form for anything that would be obviously wrong, such as a missing limb, but that non-ogling assessment does line up with the man's claim that he has all of his pieces. "Very good," she decides, getting down on her knees to untie the man since he does not seem to be lashing out or intent on harming his rescuer. "Well, I cannot be sure as to how it happened, but I do know that the Syndicate kidnapped you, and that I was the highest bidder -- and that means, despite being abducted, it is your lucky day, because I will not harm you, onlt set you free." As she's speaking her slim digits are working at the rope, deftly untying his binds and then casting them aside. "There you are."
"Well, I do appreciate that and I will remember to return the favor. You know what they say about unpaid debts." Elias says to Harriet, groaning as he slowly pushes himself to his feet, "It seems I have rather bad luck when I am working out in my yard. For whatever reason, I am a popular target these days. I guess people are mystified by someone operating a lawn mower." He explains with a touch of bitterness in his tone.
Harriet listens to Elias as she rises back up, palms brushing over her knees briefly to rid them of anything they may have picked up off of the floor while she was kneeling. Once she's standing up straight, her shoulders get squared and her head is held at a near haughty angle -- but not quite. She stands there poised. "The mysteries of a lawn mower operator will forever intrigue world wide crime organizations who partake in human trafficking. It's a thing," she says as if this is a true fact, nodding her head to confirm it even further. "Did you need anything?"
"I think it would be rather rude of me to ask any more of you after how gracious you have been." Elias says as he hooks a thumb into his pocket, offering her a small smile, "Do not think I am ungrateful. It is just a string of bad luck... or I guess good luck depending on how you look at it. So once again, thank you. I do believe I will just enjoy the walk home and contemplate the sudden interest in me certain organizations have in me of late."
Harriet gives a shake of her head to Elias. "I do not think you are ungrateful. Actually, I think you are rather lucky to have your clothes on your back. More often than not, the Syndicate seems to like to poach people when they are in their birthday suits, so you lucked out that your kidnapper simply has a fetish for machines that cut grass." She lifts a slender right hand to tuck some stray hairs away from her face and behind an ear. "You're welcome. Be safe out there, and if you need anything, please feel free to text me at seven ten, seventy-one fifty," is said to him before she steps aside. "Anything... within reason," gets tacked on. "You wouldn't believe how many odd things -- inppropriate things -- I have been asked for."
"Knowing this town from the time I spent here, I can only imagine. But I assure you, if I am anything, I am a gentleman." Elias says as he lifts his gaze towards the ceiling for a moment. He takes a deep breath before refocusing his gaze upon Harriet, "I am sure a swift kick will get most to start considering their manners once more. But I will keep in that in mind. I am a diplomat of sorts and I do like to keep lines of communications open. My number is seven ten, eighty three fifty two."
Harriet takes in what Elias has said, and she enters his phone number into her own electronic device. "Yes, they do get a bit stunned when they find out just how strong I am," she murmurs some, hazel eyes lifting from the glossy screen as she's tapping in the man's details. "On my first day in town, some absolute stranger came up to me and wrapped his arms about me, then proceeded to rub his face against my breasts. It did not end well for him," is claimed. "Anyway, may you have a better rest of your evening, Elias. Take care."