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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny has Insisted that someone bring her out to the bar.

Cue Kitty taking the Beaver Baby from one tired witch Mummy and sitting with her at a booth, watching Sunny like a hawk as the blonde girl draws furiously.

"Need you to wite fo' me," Sunny informs her, handing the drawing over, and Kitty tries not to laugh--because it's not, really, funny--as she does so, before letting Sunny drag her to Bar.

"Need copies!"

A few minutes later several copies of a drawing are taped all over the room and Sunny begins patroling, marching back and forth, with Kitty watching rather helplessly.

And a little bit scared, because Hiss is hopping behind her, and she suspects the demon bunny is keeping the beat.



WANTED

One Count Olaf.

Horrible Actor, Bad Man.

Very dangerous.

Be on the look-out. Dumb, but consistently tricks adults anyway.

Be Very Careful.

Comments

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred?

Stares.

"Um...okay, then." He says, eying the poster.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Is," Sunny informs him solemnly, picking up Hiss to set him in Kitty's lap--which Kitty, for the record, is EVER SO THRILLED WITH--"vewy dangewous. Bill seen?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"No, Bill hasn't seen." No, he hasn't noticed that he's given in to her name.

"Should I keep a watch out?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Is evil. Killed Mommy an' Daddy an' twied kill Sunny an' Klaus an' Violet an' put Sunny inna cage an' twied to mawwy Violet an' killed Uncle Monty an' howwible actow."

[creator_raven]

Raven is studying one of the drawings very carefully.

Then he looks at Sunny as she passes.

"The colors are also accurate?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"...Used," with dignity, "cweative license."

[creator_raven]

"It is certainly pretty."

Raven approves of orange.

"Though it is difficult to be sneaky when you are glowing, yes?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Is dumb an' evil."

[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

A small red furry monkey begins pacing behind Sunny, chattering to itself.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Monkey.

Monkeys are not, necessarily, Sunny decides, agents of Olaf.

However, he is still eyed.

Cautiously.

Carefully.

You cannot be too careful.

[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

The monkey chatters at her, and offers a mango.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"...Awe you," fiercely, eyeing him, "agent o' evil?"

[indolent-vet.livejournal.com]

Tristan, who every now and then does get away from Siegfried, considers the nearest flyer.

"Horrible name, too," he murmurs to himself.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Is evil," solemnly.

[indolent-vet.livejournal.com]

"Just like his parents were, I bet."

The Woodbine is put out, because there are children present.

More than usual, that is.

Around farmers' children, Tristan really doesn't care.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She considers.

"...Dunno?"

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman stopped down, and glanced the poster. He gave a small smile at the crude, but determined drawing. Olaf. Olaf... Hmmm... wide head, looked kind of bald... Wait. That creepy (and oddly familiar looking in some ways) guy? The one commenting about his hair? He seemed really... full of himself, and superficial.

[prydeful]

Person she does not know.

The small child is pulled carefully into Kitty's lap, whether Sunny wants to sit there or not.

Just for the moment.

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Well, he's only been in for a day so far, too. Poor guy.

He glanced over at them, and gave a friendly wave and smile, "Good evening! ...Uh, who did the poster?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny eyes him from Kitty's lap.

"Me."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

Lady Death floats in and spots Sunny. She smiles, remembering her from the picnic. She floats over. "Hello, little flyer ..."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Hi." Still marching.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"What's going on?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"On guawd."

[agent-eppes.livejournal.com]

Don had walked past a poster that was plastered up, and a little girl who looked to have patrolled it. He tips one head to the side to take a look at it. The warning is what sparks interest.

He looks down at the girl.

"Is he dangerous?" he asks, softly.