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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 1:12:04 GMT -6
It had been two days since the performance. Taylor had spent a good bit of the previous day trying to train Thorne to be a better singer, and... it was slow. Speaking optimistically. She was now sitting on her couch, reading a book.
"Oh, you want me to deal with her?" Noland asked, lowering the binoculars.
"Just tie her up. I'll do the rest." The man sitting next to him said.
"Fair deal." Noland said. "I want my money by the end of the day though. Or else tomorrow won't end too happily for you."
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 1:14:47 GMT -6
Thorne was at his home/workplace, overseeing a large order. He'd have liked to see Taylor, and work on his singing so he could join her, but that wasn't going to happen. Not today, maybe not even tomorrow, and that really sucked, but he had work, he had to take care of this first.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 1:20:56 GMT -6
There was a knock at Taylor's door, and she marked her page, getting up to answer it. The moment she opened the door, Noland forced his way in, grabbing her and jamming a needle into her neck.
"Nice to see you again." Noland said before Taylor was out cold. He went into his bag and got out a canvas straitjacket, unfolding it and strapping Taylor into it. "Not taking any chances with you." He muttered as he wrapped her legs almost completely in tape, then wrapped her mouth too. He also took care to remove any house plants from the room.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 1:23:00 GMT -6
Thorne had a moment, so he took out his phone, but before he could do anything, someone called for him. He put his phone aside and hurried over, "Let me do that," he said, taking the metal and the tool and working on the intricate work that this worker didn't think he could do.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 1:26:28 GMT -6
Taylor awoke in a haze. She was awake, however, when she spotted Noland. "I heard the news. Congratulations on finding a good man for yourself." He said. Taylor struggled against the straitjacket, mumbling.
"Out of my way." Another voice stated. Noland rose and stepped aside, revealing a thin, scrawny man with long, disheveled blonde hair. Taylor scooted back away from him instinctively. "You made a mistake." He said. His thin frame was practically quivering with rage.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 1:28:38 GMT -6
Thorne was still working on the piece. It was going to take him some time, and all of his focus was on it. He wasn't even thinking of Taylor right now.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 1:32:40 GMT -6
Noland took a seat off to the side, watching. "You think you can just go marry some... jeweler? He doesn't even love you." The thin man said. "Not like I do." He ran a hand down one of Taylor's cheeks, and she remained perfectly still, simply watching. "You don't know how long I've waited to be this close to you. And now, I'll always be." Taylor began struggling like mad, kicking her legs out and catching him in the shin. "That was a bad move." He said.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 1:35:08 GMT -6
"Can you get me my phone?" Thorne asked as he kept working. The worker headed over to where Thorne said he had left it, and set it beside him. Thorne didn't look at it, he kept working, "Almost done..."
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 9:50:19 GMT -6
Noland cleared his throat, and the thin man looked at him. "Just a word of advice here, from one psychopath to another; her fiancé is a bit scarier than he might seem, so if we're going to be moving her anywhere, I advise we do it soon."
Taylor looked down at her bonds. At least that psycho guy had enough respect for her talents to bind her so completely.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 10:47:33 GMT -6
In another few minutes, he set the piece aside and picked up his phone, except someone else called him over...
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 10:54:12 GMT -6
"Fine." He said. "You handle it." He walked out.
"I'll be gentle. Don't wanna leave any marks on the blushing bride-to-be." Noland said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a canvas sack and pulled it over Taylor's head, cinching it. Taylor yelped, trying to shake it off. She hoped Thorne would come soon...
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 10:55:03 GMT -6
Thorne was going to be occupied for another few minutes before he could even think about giving her a call.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 11:13:44 GMT -6
Taylor felt herself being picked up and thrown over Noland's shoulder. She couldn't do a thing.
Noland saw the phone sitting on the counter. He grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket before walking out with Taylor. He never liked these stalker-types. Even he, the psychopath, thought they were creepy.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Jan 4, 2014 11:14:44 GMT -6
When he was finally done, he called.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Jan 4, 2014 11:36:09 GMT -6
Noland was in the stairwell when Taylor's phone rang. He set her down and pulled the bag off. "I'm going to let you answer this, but don't try anything."
Taylor nodded. Noland pulled the tape off of her lips and hit the answer button, holding it up to her ear. "Hello?" Taylor's voice was a bit shaky, but she managed to sound otherwise calm.
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