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| Mabel Forester | Mar 17 2009, 10:46 AM |
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As soon as Mabel had side-stepped, she found herself out of the foyer and now in what looked like the dining room. The house looked huge from the outside and she could certainly there that the same was confirmed on the inside as well. Regardless she did not have time or the care to gawk over the oversized home that Aidan had probably lied or stoled his way into getting. What mattered now was the potential fire fight on her hands. With her back pressed against the corner near the window, the leopard took a moment to catch her breath and calm her heart. How the hell had she not known that Aidan was in Paris? Not to mention why the hell was he at the supposed address of the Pard? “I dunno what you’re talking about Mabel. Get away from you?” "You know exactly what I'm talking about Aidan!" She shouted back while checking the magazine to verify how many bullets she had. Luckily it was nearly a full clip. Just as she popped it back into the gun to load it once more, she jerked at the sound and sight of bullets tearing through the far wall. At least she had not been standing there. Shortly after she glanced around the doorway to catch a glimpse of movement up the stairs. “Y’know, I think we should really talk this through.” Mabel rolled her eyes before she pushed herself off from the wall and headed past the bullet riddled wall and to the other exit out of the dining room. This time she did not offer him a response, instead moving through the short entry way and into the kitchen area. The house was vast to be sure and Mabel stopped for only a moment to get rid of her shoes and socks before she padding through the kitchen. Out of the corner or her eye she noticed the door that lead outside a deck and promptly changed directions to slip out once more. Mabel needed some way of getting up to the second floor without Aidan knowing. A smile played over her lips at the thought of putting a bullet in his back -- oh the irony. Tucking the gun in her pants, she jumped up onto one of the beams that held up the deck above the porch and started to climb. Thank goodness for lycanthropic strength as there was not much to grip, but at least it was a short climb until she hoisted herself up and over the rail to crouch down. There she held her breath and waited, straining to hear any movement from Aidan. |
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Mabel :: 34 :: MI-6 Agent :: New to Paris × UNTAGGED × (You're Going Down, Iveriot) | |
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| Deceiver (Aidan) · Pard Safe House | |
6:07 AM Nov 26
