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Stealing

Maggie’s disguise was quite complete. She was taller than anyone had ever seen her, she had affixed two false horns to her head, placed a delicate black lace veil across her eyes and the most distinctive thing about her, her treasure, was carefully hidden away as safe as she could make it. She was just one of the many All Hollow’s revelers which would spend the following week in various costumes, pretending to be what they were not.

So, she could not be blamed for being bold as she strode through the empty streets, not caring if anyone saw her and fairly certainly no one would, as they were all attending Miss Breezy’s wonderful ball that evening. She was sorry she couldn’t have stayed longer there, for all the obvious reasons she liked to be around Mr. Bones, but she knew the time to act had come.

She found the Bucket of Blood utterly empty, all of its patrons were at the ball and its owners, she presumed, were out taking advantage of the full moon. It wasn’t hard to pry the prize from its plaque and she couldn’t help but stand in the middle of the room gloating over it, grinning triumphantly. It was not a large blow, but it was a blow, and it would remind Mr. Underby just who she was, a preamble to other troubles she had every intention of raining down on his head. As a precaution she leaned down and whispered to the skull softly, “No need to go giving up any information, Missus, you understand how it is…” as she straightened she saw, as much to her astonishment as his, Mr. Blackrain.

She gave a startled laugh and dashed from the room, up the stairs and down the street, quickly losing Bib amid the twist of alleyways which had become as familiar to her as her own hand. When she was certain she was no longer followed she retrieved her treasure from its hiding place and made her way across the city and out the gates to where the sheep were at pasture.

The moon smiled down at her and she gazed up at it, hugging the broom tightly to her chest. This had been a fine idea.

A Missing Treasure

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10 Comments

  1. Bianca Namori Bianca Namori October 25, 2010

    You? Steal? Hah…I’d never dream of you being so vile Ms. Maggie.

  2. Zaida Gearbox Zaida Gearbox October 25, 2010

    Miz Maggie!  Imma shocked!

  3. Mr Underby Mr Underby October 25, 2010

    Underby sighed as entered the Bucket through the semi-secret side entrance, and took his hat off, placing it onto the skull.  Bib watched him, and took a bottle of whisky and placed it on the bar.  Underby nodded, and looking at the skull, gave it a quick wink.  He licked his cool lips as he poured the glass, and began to drink… his eyes crept across Bib, wondering vaguely why he looked braced for some sort of explosion, and crawled up to the plaque on the –

    He spat whisky out in an impressive eruption.

    The words he expressed are best left to the imagination, as we would not wish to offend those with delicate sensibilities. 

    • Bianca Namori Bianca Namori October 25, 2010

      ((Does that slow yet omnious clap….twice.))

  4. Sheryl Skytower Sheryl Skytower October 25, 2010

    *looks up from writing desk, hearing curses in a language she’s never heard before*

    *wonders about the acoustics of Clockhaven*

    *returns to writing*

     

  5. Zaida Gearbox Zaida Gearbox October 25, 2010

    How do you know it was cursing if you never heard the language before?

    • Sheryl Skytower Sheryl Skytower October 25, 2010

      ‘Cause my ear gears hurt. And my grandfather was a bit of a Puritan…

      XD

      • Zaida Gearbox Zaida Gearbox October 25, 2010

        Ohhhhhhhhhhhh *looks confused*

  6. Breezy Carver Breezy Carver October 26, 2010

    looks up @ the full moon , Admires & smiles at Dear Maggie’s Bravery !

  7. Odnar Halberstadt Odnar Halberstadt November 4, 2010

    *Stops digging. Looks around. Shrugs, and goes back to work.*

    ((I look forward to meeting you Miss Maggie.))

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