[centre][b][h1][color=orchid]Madison[/color][/h1][/b]
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Location: tahoe
Date and Time: March seventeenth, nine thirty[/centre]
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Once more, Madison found herself being assulted by the dog again. Before he could knock her onto her ass, Madison crouched and wrapped her arms around him again, taking comfort from the warmth he offered, and the softness of his fur, and the scent coming off him. she gave a sigh, burying her face against him. She risked a glance to the man. [color=orchid]"Funny, she didn't consider that she is a danger to me, and that i might need protecting from her"[/color] The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, but Madison was too...scared. Annoyed, ticked off, to give a damn. That woman, that witch, and oh, wouldn't she love to change one little letter in that word, had taken her away from her home, had left them there with virtually no way of getting home, and had trapped her. She was furious. Part of her wanted to turn around, and go rip the woman throat out. And that scared her. She swallowed, and buried her face in the dog's fur once again, seeming to not hear what Corann was saying. 

She blinked, hesitating at his command to step back, she shifted, rising, but keeping a hand on the dog-Boris?-head, stepping back with him, she crouched again, holding him, not sure now whether she was comforting him or herself. Either way, having her arms full of dog was soothing. As the storm seemed to come in from no where, no, no, it was controlled...she shuddered, clutching Boris harder, she was careful not to cause the dog any harm. She closed her eyes tight, feeling wary, she didn't witness what happened, but part of her felt the freedom, and she was up. This time, Madison darted off at a fast walk, not going any faster then Boris could, but she still wanted to run, to flee. It seemed to to take a lot of will to stay at that pace. Madison turned towards the signs of human habitation, and she continued on with relief. There had to be a phone there. 

She knew what she must look like, a run-away, with her wind swept hair from running, a little panicked, covered in dirt and dust, with a dog, and persumable a man with her. Well. Maybe she could pull off the car broken down thing? She swallowed, approaching the building warily, glancing about her as if at anytime the witch could appear. Which she had made perfectly clear that she could. The next time though, Madison might not run...

She entered the building, what seemed to be a pit stop or small general store, and warily approached the person behind the counter. [color=orchid]"Excuse me? Do you have a phone"[/color] She winced at her voice, which was still filled with panic, worry, fear. She swallowed, shifted, and shook her head, letting her mussed up hair fall around her face, she shifted her stance slighttly, and plastered on a smile, laying one hand on her hip, she relaxed into an easy stance, letting her slight curves show, and maximising the effect her chest would, hopefully, have. No one could resist a girl in need, could they? [color=orchid]"Sorry, Its just, its been a long walk here, my Daddy's car broke down, and poor Boris here is sick, and I've [i]walked[/i] what seems like miles"[/color] She let her voice rise slightly, making it way to cheery, like one of those prissy girls who used their bodies and what they thought was charm to get what they wanted. 

Madison was surprised she could pull it off, but it seemed focusing on that helped her to not focus on the smell of blood. [color=orchid]"I want to call my friend, see if she'll come pick us up. Please, I'd be ever so grateful..."[/color] With a grin, Madison reached over, reaching for the phone she saw, thrilled when she wasn't stopped. The cashier seemed...flabbergastered, and that was oddly...powerful. Licking her lips, Madison hesitated, fingers hovering over the buttons, she hesitated, before punching in the numbers, holding her breath as she waited for, hopefully, Lailah to answer. She'd understand if Lailah didn't, she'd been avoid just about eveyone these last few weeks, but she hoped...she hoped she'd answer. she did regret disturbing the class again, but she didn't really know how she'd get back...or how she'd explain being where she was, in what was probably something like ten minutes? 

If Lailah answered, Madison would quickly say, keeping her voice low so as not to be heard [color=Orchid]"Lailah...Lailah, I'm scared...please, please, will you come and pick me up? This...this crazy woman...oh, Lailah, please? I'm sorry...I'm sorry I've been distant...but would you? there's this dog, he's sick, and this guy, he saved me, and...and Lailah, I think I might be some sort of monster...please...come?"[/color]

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