Donna's latest job, though surpassingly dull, was quite a step up from her previous position in a factory that made piano keys and had smelled oddly of a funeral parlour
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Gene was making his way back to the Quattro after a long, boring stakeout that had, regretfully, not taken place in said car, but rather, inside a shipping container in a sodding warehouse. Only lackeys they'd already identified showed up, and the big boss himself had remained out of sight - almost as if someone had tipped him off to a potential police presence.
At any rate, he was ready to head off to Luigi's for a well-deserved pint or three, pulling the collar of his coat up to guard against the sodding mist that permeated the night, when he heard a bird scream. "Bloody fantastic," he grumbled, heading towards the source of the sound.
Donna was turning in a tight circle, trying to locate herself - had she been kidnapped, perhaps? Kidnapped and... dumped at some docks? The thought made her more angry than afraid, and when she was facing away from the river once more, she spotted a man crossing toward her. At last - a target for her overwhelming emotions.
"You!" she called out, striding toward the man, keeping her head held high. Even if he was her kidnapper, he didn't look fit enough to catch her if she ran, so she wasn't too afraid of confronting him. "Where have you brought me?" she demanded, her eyes blazing and her color high.
Gene was fairly unimpressed by the screeching woman; he folded his arms over his chest, looking down his nose at her. "Me? I 'aven't done a damn thing to you," he told her. He looked at her eyes, trying to figure out what sort of drugs she might be high on. Definitely not weed, she was too active for that, and probably not any sort of shrooms or acid, else she'd be trying to claw his face off. Maybe a low dose of crack? "C'mon, love, I think it's time for you t' go 'ome," he said, trying to sound soothing.
Donna folded her arms across her chest, glaring at the man before her. "An' just how do you expect me to do that?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "I don't even know where I am!" She cast her glance about once more, angry at herself for not having any inkling of her whereabouts, angry at this unhelpful man for not telling her, and angry... just angry in general, really.
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At any rate, he was ready to head off to Luigi's for a well-deserved pint or three, pulling the collar of his coat up to guard against the sodding mist that permeated the night, when he heard a bird scream. "Bloody fantastic," he grumbled, heading towards the source of the sound.
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"You!" she called out, striding toward the man, keeping her head held high. Even if he was her kidnapper, he didn't look fit enough to catch her if she ran, so she wasn't too afraid of confronting him. "Where have you brought me?" she demanded, her eyes blazing and her color high.
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