The Great Hemingford Heist

[Bunny]

"Why do we hate you?" Rebekah echoed, wrinkling her nose in shock. How dare he ask her such a thing? After everything he had done? That was like...like...like trying to do everything Esau had done and then asking why people were disgusted with him!

"Why do we hate you?" she repeated, beginning to shake with rage. "I hate you because of what you tried to do to me! You tried to marry me while knowing that you bore God's curse! Then, when I finally had found a boy who would marry me and not send me straight to hell, you interrupt our ceremony and try to tell our ear to the Lord that he is trash! Later," she swept on without even taking a breath, her words were taking a mind of their own now, rising and falling in a hateful dance of spite and rage, "you tried to peek at me and Damon while we consummated our marriage!"

Now she paused, and took in a deep breath. She would need the air to unleash this proclamation. "You. Are. Such. A. Creeper!"

[Sly Cooper]

Sudden pent up anger made Damon's body shake uncontrollably. Esau WAS just like the adults, he convinced himself. After all why else would Esau hit him? He clenched his fists tightly about ready to hit the blasphemer square in the jaw. Despite his thin build, Damon was surprisingly strong from working in the fields day after day. "We should've never let him come with us!"

[esau12]

Esau was pleased, at least to a point. Their group was coming close to the line which divides being allowed to disrupt the peace, to a point, and being arrested. But still, he figured if he could make a complete spectacle of himself that they may still have a chance.

Before either of his justifiably enraged/saddened peers could maul him, he went in close to them. He whispered in a tone audible enough for them to hear, but not enough for the onlookers to hear. "Listen to me, forgive me for the words I've spoken out against you two. I am sorry, they were meant to help but neither of you caught on. Now, when you have the chance get out of here. Go hide, I'll catch up.

At that, Esau pulled away from the two and morphed his face into that of a depressed man. He allowed his real emotions to flow through him. The years of hiding, of lying, of sinning poured out of him. He then collapsed to the ground. Shaking, shivering. A sad sight really, but this was the point. One final spectacle to draw attention to him. "Ohh, OHHHHHH!" He wailed. As he did this his mouthed moved in a way which suggested words, but no sound came out. Instead, his mouth moved as though impeded by molasses. He was truly sad, and because of his genuine action the crowd turned their attention to him

[Bunny]

Rebekah stared blankly at the writhing Esau. Still, even with his point-blank explanation she didn't understand his actions. She turned her head, offering Damon a quizzical expression. "What do you think is wrong?" she asked her spouse curiously. "D'you that the Lord is finally punishing him for all the blasphemy he spoke unto Isaac during our ceremony?"

Even just speaking the words made the girl's blood boil. If she was truly honest with herself, she was angrier about the interruption of her ceremony than the blasphemy. Her goal had been to be the best wife in Gatlin, and Esau had decided to defecate on the first stepping stone.

Esau was still swirling around on the ground, crying out as though he were speaking in tongues.

"I wonder if he'll explode," she wondered absently.

[Sly Cooper]

"I don't know but I think maybe we should get out of here in case he does explode." Damon's eyes were wide, and he was perfectly fine with leaving Esau alone in Hemingford after he smacked him across the face. "com'mon," he gently grabbed Rebekah's hand. "We should just leave him here to whither and decay, if that's what He wills."

[esau12]

Mid episode, Esau shot a look at Rebekah and Damon. He was screaming at them through his pupils to run, please run.

[Bunny]

Rebekah beamed. A wide grin spread across her face, bridging her ears and revealing nearly all of her teeth. She loved it so when His well coincides with her own will.

"Sure," she shrugged, displaying in one swift movement how little Esau's spasm mattered to her. "Let's go grab a kid!" She eagerly squeezed Damon's hand, and started to clap her feet against the pavement, enjoying the wind splaying across her face and throwing her hair all about.

It was rare, but sometimes pleasing He Who Walks Behind the Rows could be something so delightful. Like now: she got to abandon Esau. Then, she got to avoid consummating her marriage by rescuing a child from the grips of hell, and breaking the heart of a few unbelievers.

At that thought, her hazel eyes gleamed.

"I got it!" she said in an obnoxious stage-whisper to Damon. "We killed our own parents, right? If we kill little Noah's parents, nobody will miss her!" Flawless!

[Sly Cooper]

OOC: Does Esau really like Rebekah and Damon? Just curious ya know?

He looked at Esau, and he felt pity more than anything, and it showed through his big, rounded blue eyes. He understood what Esau was feeling, even if it wasn't for the same reason. Damon looked away as he ran off with his beloved, "Actually, my parents dies in a car crash when I was little, between here and Gatlin actually," he ramble quietly to himself. "What if someone notices, and they come to Gatlin looking for the culprits?" He chuckled, what a fun word. "Then again I suppose stealing a kid does the same thing..."

[Bunny]

"The Lord will take care of us," Rebekah said determinedly as soon as Damon had finished speaking. And he would. He had practically sent them on this mission when he didn't kill them in the cornfield. So, it was practically a holy mission, demanded by He Who Walks Behind the Rows himself. "Outlanders are too stupid to even realize something's up, anyways."

She dived in an alley between two buildings, trying to force Damon into coming with her. Hopefully no out of sight, they would become out of mind. Then, they would follow a couple home and strike.

At that thought, Rebekah dug her hand into the front-pocket of her dress, and once again pulled out the knife she had been threatening Damon with earlier. Her grin, still plastered onto her face from her earlier delight, grew stronger. Her teeth reflected off of the somewhat rusted steel.

She offered the grin to Damon. "We will send the child's parents to Hell, and in doing so, rescue him from damnation."

[esau12]

Good, Esau thought. Good. He would explain to them later why he had done what he had done, hopefully they would understand. Once they were a ways off, Esau stood up.

With his sudden recovery, the crowd looked on with even more awe. Esau acknowledged this, and decided to leave them with something nice. He then proceed to do a little ten second irish step dance while shifting his body in a circle to face everybody in the crowd at least once. Once he was done, he tipped an imaginary hat and said, "Du-Du-Adu-Ah-Da- Dat's all folks!" He then skipped off in a jolly manner in order to catch up to his friends

[The Bad Man]

…trans-literative focus sessions have proven inconclusive. Certain variables suggest un-attenuated ley fluctuations in surrounding townships, approximating a zone of effective control that is some 15 miles in diameter…

Richard's brow wrinkled. Someone was tugging at his sleeve. Above him, a chirping voice asked him a question. He shrugged vaguely, hoping the gesture would suffice. Instead, the voice moved closer, hovering some inches from his ear, it's high-pitched warble now a deafening bellow.

"ANOTHER COKE, MISTER," it squawked.

Bewildered, Richard stammered something to the affirmative. The voice's owner, an obese of woman indeterminate age, turned away sharply before clapping her way back into the kitchen. Richard rose slowly from the depths of concentration, realizing that he was still occupying a booth at the local Dine-on-Inn. He had been scribbling on a borrowed stationary pad, which was now burgeoning with notations. Richard checked his watch. He grimaced at the time, and started fumbling for his wallet. By the time the woman had returned with his soda, Richard had finally extracted a ten from his wallet. He attempted to hand it to the woman, who gave it an implacable look.

"That's six bucks tip," she tittered, as if the idea of a generous gratuity offended her.

Richard, his mind half-mired in the content of his notes, couldn't help himself. He couldn't reconcile the woman's attitude with his latest discoveries. As a smile forced its way onto Richard's lean face, he pawed at his notes in an absent-minded way.

"And you've earned it, dear. You've been right pleasant and amiable, and I think you deserve a little extra for the trouble."

Richard's tone oozed with sarcasm, which the fat biddy either missed completely or plainly ignored. She snatched the rumpled bill from his hand, proffering the coke in exchange.

"It's damn cold. A fine drink for this weather," she said.

"You're right about that," Richard offered diplomatically.

In his experience, people only talked about the weather when they had nothing else to say. Richard rose from his seat unsteadily, his back and knees throbbing in protest. Now that he was at level with the woman, he could better read her face. After a few seconds perusal, he had seen enough. He thanked her again and, sweeping his notes into a jacket pocket, started towards the back of the cramped diner. After dodging a several animated patrons, Richard reached his destination, a dingy pay-phone. Another woman, this one more portly than fat, was using the pay-phone to make a collect call. At a glance, Richard could tell she would be taking her time.

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Richard noticed them in an off-hand way, three teenagers bickering outside, stamping their feet and yelling, showing off. As his languid eyes passed over them he felt a moment's hesitation, a fleeting declaration of the subconscious. It passed so quickly that Richard had scarcely given it due consideration when a noisy, bearded man stumbled into him, driving his elbow into Richard's paltry flank. The bearded imbecile poured out apologies as Richard wheezed with agony. Pushing past, he glided through the diner's exit as another customer pushed their way inside.
The door slide closed with pneumatic silence, and the heat of the summer rushed onto Richard's face.

[Sly Cooper]

"How are we going to kill them? We need to do it a way He would appreciate." Damon looked at each end of the alley, "What if one of us kills the parent while one of us takes the baby, so that they don't have a chance to even see what hits them!" He smacked his fist into his palm. "And we can get done faster that way too, so we cant hurry up and eat." He alterior motive finally came out.

[Bunny]

Rebekah's gaze flitted absently from her husband to the world outside of the alley way. And it truly was a different world. Once again, now that she had pulled herself out from the earlier stewpot of rage, she was able to observe the animals that were Outlanders. They seemed to have completely forgotten the spectacle that Esau had shown them earlier, and were back to their sinning ways: unmarried men and woman practically wrapped around each other, their privates about to bulge from their shirts and pants. Music, uncomplimentary to the Lord was splaying through the air, games, sloth -- but, most importantly, adults. She hadn't seen an adult in years.

Except the Blue Man. But he did not count.

Some bile rose from the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down, along with any pity she may have felt for the creatures before her. "There will be two parents," she predicted. "There's two of us. Each of us will spill the blood of one." She looked towards Damon accusatorially, as though she didn't expect that he would succeed. "Then we will have earned the right to a child. However we do it will be pleasing to the Lord. As long as they go to him to be judged." She shrugged, and swiped her hands together as if washing them clean from the whole matter.

[Sly Cooper]

"You've got a good point. I didn't think of that." Damon watched the girls walking by that were barely covered, and it was a scary sight. How can they have the nerve to do such a think? He shook his head. It was disgusting, and not JUST because He Who Walks Behind the Rows wouldn't approve. They weren't wearing much, and what the did didn't seem to cover all the right things. "Not that women are always with the one they make children with any more." He stuck his tongue out.

[Bunny]

"That's true," Rebekah acknowledged. "But whoever is in that house has to go and meet Him. We kill the parents, and take the baby." She peered back out at the rushing town. This time she had no difficulty finding a victim. Her gaze fell onto that of a mother, about thirty five years old who was essentially Rebekah's physical opposite: short, stout, and, most importantly, endowed with full breasts. She was pushing a stroller that contained an exceptionally healthy, happy baby. "There."