Rukia Kurosaki

Amakusa Ryu~ (Tantei Gakuen Q)

I'd paint it white, therefore destroying its power. What would you do if your life became an anime?

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Erru had been walking around for maybe ten minutes when she reached a likely hallway. Two people were on guard there... One had just come from inside the room, so she caught a glimpse of the interior. There was a large group of kids inside... Who am I kidding, some of them are probably older than me... With a deep breath, she forged ahead, walking straight up to the kidnappers and addressing them. "Hey, the boss needs you guys to get some food. We can't have the merchandise starving." "... And who are you?" the taller one asked. "I'm Amontillado," she lied. "Colt got me in on the job a couple days ago." The skeptical one rolled their eyes. "He's such a pain sometimes..." Then the two stood, about to leave. "So, what'd he tell you we should get 'em?" Erru thought quickly, coming up with something that would take a while. "He suggested getting something from the market about a half hour from here. That way, with no cameras, there's no tracing." The shorter kidnapper shrugged, "Sounds good to me. But if we leave, you've got to keep an eye on the brats. We'll have Colt come watch from the outside, and you in the room. Those brats are up to something..." "Yes, sir." Erru traded places with the criminals, then waited until they were out of sight to enter the room. She couldn't help but stare at the group, who had stopped talking as soon as she had entered the room... But there wasn't time for that. Constraints would be tough, especially if anyone found out she wasn't part of the group... Which she was pretty sure should have happened already, since they had all seemed relatively intelligent..... well, except Colt. "Alright, we've got an hour, hour and a quarter, tops, and there's going to be a goon on the other side of that door. If we're going to get you out of here, we'll have to remain quiet and use everything we've got." She watched the prisoners, who had absolutely no idea who she was and why she was there. "Oh, uh- I'm not one of those guys," she added. Erru whipped out her pocket-knife. "Now let's see about getting these restraints off..." She set to work cutting the bindings on the youngest child, who seemed terrified of the ordeal. While she worked, she asked, "Any ideas?"

... I wouldn't trust the translation... I couldn't find any other Japanese for the line, Hint:

Colt (NPC) had finished reading the boxes and checked his watch. "The others should be here soon..." He stretched, turned, and walked away, closing the door behind him as he left the room. Erru collapsed out of the cramped hiding place, cursing her carelessness. "That was way too close.... at least I'm not in danger." She sighed and stood, stretching her legs. Relief (and feeling) flooded through her limbs as she prepared to take another stupid chance. After listening at the door for a couple of minutes, Erru swung it open and snuck out, closing it carefully and silently behind. Thank god that one was greased properly... With her hand in her pocket gripping her knife, Erru rounded a corner and darted to the opposite wall. She couldn't quite tell, but she thought from the outer layout that any hostages would be moved into a 15x20 room around the South-Eastern corner. She whipped around another bend... and ran straight into Colt... "Who are you?!" he demanded, grabbing her collar. "Um, I- am... uh..." Colt thought visibly for a moment before asking, "You're the newbie Whiskey hired, right?" ... Relieved, Erru confirmed his false suspicions. "Yeah, I am." He smiled. "Knew it. What was your name?" Aand, the relief is done... "Um, I'm... Amontillado.You are?" She grinned, hoping he'd be convinced. "Colt." When he didn't say anything more, and she was still held by the collar, she risked a threat. "You'd better let me pass now, or Whiskey-sama's not gonna be happy..." Immediately he released her, stuttering, "N-no need for that." " Erru nodded once, then ran off. Okay, if anybody asks who I am, Colt hired me...

choppy What rhymes with double-post? =_= (I told you, you edit the old one)

(NPC ADD: Colt. He's tall, short brown hair, dark eyes. A kidnapper. His personality is whatever the person playing him wants, but he's not the most intelligent member, and is brash and quick to act.) Erru had found a possible entrance, through a service entry that had a space barely large enough to crawl through. But if there was someone in the room, she'd be in trouble. Deciding to take a small risk, she checked that no one was in sight, and ducked down into the area, squeezing through the space and into an average-sized, dark room. After checking that the pocketknife was still where it should be, she peered past the shelves and boxes and inspected the room. There wasn't a person in sight, but it appeared to be an office, with a few chairs and a desk. The chairs were mismatched, probably taken from different places, and the desk... well, that was too interesting to ignore. Erru, glad she wore bikers' gloves, pulled open a drawer, wincing at the slight creak. 'You'd think a mastermind would remember to oil his hinges...' After flipping through a few files that proved useless and confusing, she checked the rest of the files... There was nothing but lists of inventory. Was it just an old desk from when this building was used? She inspected the piece of furniture, but found nothing of consequence. "Why would someone deliberately leave useless documents when they could use this desk to store information?" She realized she'd spoken aloud when she heard her voice echo back. "Oh, sh**." She scanned the possible entrances and decided to keep as far from them as possible. When she heard a doorknob turn, she quickly moved behind a tall stack of building materials and tile. 'You heard nothing. You heard nothing. You heard nothing,' she willed silently, scrunching as far back and down as she could. She couldn't see the person who'd entered the room, but she could guess he was one of the people she wasn't supposed to run into. With a muttered, "Sounded like it came from here..." the man sat down in one of the chairs. Erru could tell by the creaking that it was one of the mismatched older chairs, pretty close to where she was standing. Five minutes passed with him presumably sitting an doing nothing. 'C'mon, please call him. Somebody get him out of here... seriously...' She was getting nervous, and a bit cramped from trying to stand in the small space... And then she heard him stand, his footsteps leading not away from, but toward her hiding spot. 'Don't tell me he's known I was here the whole time...' Luckily, he stopped before looking behind the stack and began reading the stamps on the boxes of equipment. "Tile, grout, sandpaper, linoleum... I could use some of this stuff..." Erru sighed at his oblivious nature, then clapped her hand over her mouth. This was going to take a long time...

xDD That's why it's unsolved~ ^^

I can too... But there are some. More women than men.