CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

...wut? Wisp is there too?

Sure! I could use your help, I've never interrogated before Your ribbon dissapeared so I was going to go on without you but....yay! Wisp is there.

Oops! I see what you mean now. I accidentally said Wisp instead of Red WIng

oooo....well, i g2g anyways...

Milo: I sit in silence saying nothing and waiting for him to get to the point. He looked at me, an I realized I was supposed to respond. "yeah, thats me." I reply lazily.

gasp! yesh you have lol

(Beautiful: Bare with me, this is harder than it seems
Toxic: Hey buddy! Milo's being interrogated.)

Red Wing: "There's a story behind why you're alive." He snapped the file shut.

yea i read a little so i'm all caught up. should i just lurk in the background for now until they bring in Angel/Sparrow reappears?

Hmm. Well I don't want to leave you just hanging around...let's make Sparrow reappear

Kay i'll look for an opening

I think that they should bring her into the room to threaten her, cause they knownthat it would hurt me.

I was actually just getting to that! :O

When he didn't answer, Red Wing smirked and opened the door. In was thrust Sparrow, bandaged but handcuffed, and he grabbed her arm in a stone grip. He propped a gun underneath her chin. Her eyes were angry, but her brow was furrowed in pain.

Sparrow: "Yeah. Cause breaking my ribs wasnt enough," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. I dragged my feet and slumped awakwardly. Being difficult was my specialty.

Red Wing tightened his grip as a reminder to shut up.

(P.S. She lost the bet )

Great minds... you tell Milo you know about the kiss XD

Milo: I sat up in my chair, gritting my teeth. "Leave her out of this you monster."

Red Wing's eyes flitted to Milo's metal arm, back to his face. "Who's the monster?" He prodded Sparrow's face with the butt of the rifle. "Who would let a pretty girl die because of stubborn pride? Who would be the monster then?" His voice was slow and controlled, absolutely dripping in poison.

(Get to that in a bit XD)

brb, don't go anywhere! gtg shower

Sparrow: I huffed, "Seriously, you cant even handle some teenage girl, you gotta hold a gun to her face just to feel confident she cant get away? I'm a fucking cripple here! Where could I possibly go?" People were such dipshits.

Wow, that was so good! Respect!! (bows to the evil master)

Milo: I dropped my head letting my bangs curtain my face. From the outside it must have looked like I was crest fallen, but really I was trying to come up with a way of getting Sparrow out of this. She was acting herself, but it wouldn't be long before the pain wore away at her and the fact that she had a gun pressed to her face came into realization. "why is it her you brought in to threaten me with?" maybe I could undermine his confidence that sparrow could be used as a tool against me.

(Thank you! I mean uh...*evil voice* Yes...BOW TO ME!!!! >)

Red Wing smiled. "I always find it endearing when captives rely on each other for comfort. A smile, an embrace...a kiss."

Sparrow: I started getting fidgety. "Now you're just stalling," I complained.

Red Wing pressed the gun harder against her throat. "Would you rather I hurried?" He said slowly, not looking away from Milo.

Sparrow: Blunt objects jabbed at my throat made me want to hurl. "You're full of hot air. If you were gonna kill me you'da done it when I called you an attention whore and a hackjob." I smirked. Best thing to do in situations like thi? Dont accept the situation. The minute you freak out is the minute they win.

Milo: I stiffened. I could either keep my choice to be indifferent to his advances on sparrow, and therefore hopefully keep her out of harms way. Or give in and tell him what he wanted to know. I couldn't do the second and was forced to continue recklessly into the first. "The kiss ment nothing to me, neither does she. Kill her, I don't give a damn. I told you to leave her out of this because i thought this was going to be just you and me. She's only going to whine the whole time and interrupt us." My expression was stone cold, like I really didn't give two shits whether she lived or not.