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Celticvirgin
Tribune
That's surely true! But then again Ulster is full of well Ulster people. No swearing, no drinking, no fucking unelse your the same religion. What a loada shite. We in Cork are an uncouth fucking lot of dipsos!Oh, you down in Cork smile, the little time I was there I got lots of nice smiles,
but the Ulster Scots - you'd be as likely to see the Giants' Causeway grin!
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Barb how ya getting on girl? You nearly here yet? 
Barb how ya getting on girl? You nearly here yet?
Busy working on episode 12 ... they'll be after me soon ...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
They do! Their way!that's something I find quite hard to imagine,
do they ever smile down in the deep south? I spose they must
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Just like they do at Cruxton Abbey...with bloodhounds, no doubt
this may not be a smart move on Barb's part... We'll see...
You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...Busy working on episode 12 ... they'll be after me soon ...
Oh, never mind.
You're absolutely right. They'll be on your scent like a cat on a catnip mouse. Y'ain't got a kerosene cats chance in hell. Run for it.!
(Sorry. Lost my mind there for a brief moment.)
No she doesn't have her fate in her hands...You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...
Oh, never mind.
You're absolutely right. They'll be on your scent like a cat on a catnip mouse. Y'ain't got a kerosene cats chance in hell. Run for it.!
(Sorry. Lost my mind there for a brief moment.)
Where do these ideas filter in???
Tree
You mean some sinister force is manipulating everything that is happening to me and my friends?
Your actions are making friends hard to come by, young lady...You mean some sinister force is manipulating everything that is happening to me and my friends?
Well, despite your obvious, er, charms,You mean some sinister force is manipulating everything that is happening to me and my friends?
it would take a deus ex machina of some magnitude to save you now. I think you're rather caught in the narrative structure.
It is a really lovely narrative structure, as always, if that makes you feel better.
Now, keep running.
LittleSiss
Sorceress
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what's that Tree? Her actions are making her friends hard?
(ah, hard to come by. Sorry!)
You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...
Oh, never mind.
The unconscious mind is a powerful thing, Jolly. Barb probably has no control over events in this story.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Dear sweet Barb has a reputation for never reading the small print, now we know she never listens either. That so very helpful warden did tell her "tell your friends when you see them again that any attempt to escape from here results in summary execution ... no trial, understand?"
We can but speculate on the manner of her death. The nooses are ready, but is that too simple? The farm is called Crux Hill, is that a clue? And I seem to remember that the Klan and flaming torches go together.
At least Barb hasn't got to worry her overthinking brain with this problem. To paraphrase Thessela "She is condemned, she has no choice".
We can but speculate on the manner of her death. The nooses are ready, but is that too simple? The farm is called Crux Hill, is that a clue? And I seem to remember that the Klan and flaming torches go together.
At least Barb hasn't got to worry her overthinking brain with this problem. To paraphrase Thessela "She is condemned, she has no choice".
You guys are definitely reading closely and thinking ahead.
Phlebas is right Barb probably has little control over the outcome at this point. 
And old slave showcases his Sherlockian skills in following the clues that have been left along the way.
12. Daybreak ... only my second at Crux Hill Correctional Farm ... except I'm not there, having escaped during the night.
After escaping I took refuge in a wooded area not far from the "Farm". Exhausted, hungry, and with barely enough moonlight to see my way through the undergrowth, I wandered about aimlessly, but as wave after wave of weariness washed over me I decided the best thing to do would be to climb up in a tree and get a little shut eye.
There I slept like the dead for several hours, stretched out naked on a broad sturdy branch, until awakened by the chattering of a pair of chipmunks acting as though I had invaded their woodland home.
I yawn, stretch and clamber down. The grass is dewy under my feet as I make my way over to a nearby bubbling brook, stooping to drink from cupped hands. I wonder if there might be berries somewhere that I could pick and eat. I straighten up and begin walking until I come to the edge of the woods.
On the far side of the open field stretching out before me lies the "Farm". I crouch in the brush and watch as the place comes alive with activity. It looks as though they have just discovered my absence There are shouts and whistles. The prisoners are being driven from their barracks to muster on the parade grounds.
A posse of prison guards forms up, emerges from the gates and fans out in my direction. Some of them struggle to hold back baying bounds. The hunt is on. They must know that I could not have gotten far.
I back away from the tree line and plunge back into the woods, anxious to put some distance between myself and my pursuers. After retreating a good distance I come upon a small opening and lie down in some tall meadow grass, making myself as small as possible.
I can hear shouts. The baying of the hounds betrays their excitement. They have picked up my trail now and are coming on fast.
I keep my head down. They are getting close. Now they enter the clearing. The dogs have quieted, their handlers commanding them to heel and sit. The men enter the clearing, working their way in my direction.
Moments later I find myself peering through the thick grass at Clem's boots. Slowly I lift my head. He stands over me, shotgun in his hands.
"On your feet Moore. Jig's up," he drawls.
Slowly I stand up, not sure if I should raise my hands in surrender. I reckon that would look silly, so I try smiling at him instead and brightly say, "Such a beautiful morning, isn't it? I just thought I would walk over here to see if there were any wild flowers to pick."
"Shut up Moore! Enough of your smart lip! Stand still while we put you in chains. You are in one heap of trouble, bitch! You know the rules. Escape attempts will get ya hung. The warden's gonna have ya noosed and dancing before the sun is down."
"So you say. I suspect that's just a big fat bluff to keep us in line. More likely he will just have you whip me again tonight. Let's go."
I put my wrists behind my back so they can cuff me. Leg irons are added for good measure. I am resigned to this. I put up no resistance.
Then I am led off by Clem through the woods and across the field back to the "Farm". The dogs and the rest of the posse follow along behind.
*********
Meanwhile back in his office the Warden chain-smokes and drinks from a half empty bottle of bourbon as he waits for word that the escapee has been captured. The office door opens. The Warden looks up.
"Grand Dragon! What are you doing here?"
"Just a friendly visit Henry. Care to share some of that bottle with me?"
"Yes, of course. Grab yourself a glass over there and pull up a chair."
"Thanks. Now the reason I am here is that I understand you have some of those nigger loving freedom riders serving time here."
"Yep. Seven of them ... all Yankee college girl types," the Warden says with a leer.
"Well now Henry, me and the boys been thinking 'bout staging a good ole lynching and cross burning, and been just wondering if there was any way ..."
"Say no more, Grand Dragon. Just so happens that one of those dumb Yankee cunts is a real troublemaker and you are not going to believe this, but just last night I 'arranged' for her to escape just so we could go out this morning and hunt her down. You see, I can't stand her sassy mouthiness and was fixing to have her hung this evening."
"Well don't that beat all! Perfect. What do you say Warden, if the Klan offers to handle her execution for you?"
"Sure, why not? Even better! I will have her turned over to the Klan after dark tonight."
"Great, but won't we be depriving you of the fun of putting a noose around her neck."
"No, not at all. We'll just say she got away and hang three of her friends this afternoon as accomplices instead."
TO BE CONTINUED
(thanks again to Tree for helping with the pics)
After escaping I took refuge in a wooded area not far from the "Farm". Exhausted, hungry, and with barely enough moonlight to see my way through the undergrowth, I wandered about aimlessly, but as wave after wave of weariness washed over me I decided the best thing to do would be to climb up in a tree and get a little shut eye.
There I slept like the dead for several hours, stretched out naked on a broad sturdy branch, until awakened by the chattering of a pair of chipmunks acting as though I had invaded their woodland home.I yawn, stretch and clamber down. The grass is dewy under my feet as I make my way over to a nearby bubbling brook, stooping to drink from cupped hands. I wonder if there might be berries somewhere that I could pick and eat. I straighten up and begin walking until I come to the edge of the woods.
On the far side of the open field stretching out before me lies the "Farm". I crouch in the brush and watch as the place comes alive with activity. It looks as though they have just discovered my absence There are shouts and whistles. The prisoners are being driven from their barracks to muster on the parade grounds.
A posse of prison guards forms up, emerges from the gates and fans out in my direction. Some of them struggle to hold back baying bounds. The hunt is on. They must know that I could not have gotten far.I back away from the tree line and plunge back into the woods, anxious to put some distance between myself and my pursuers. After retreating a good distance I come upon a small opening and lie down in some tall meadow grass, making myself as small as possible.
I can hear shouts. The baying of the hounds betrays their excitement. They have picked up my trail now and are coming on fast.
I keep my head down. They are getting close. Now they enter the clearing. The dogs have quieted, their handlers commanding them to heel and sit. The men enter the clearing, working their way in my direction.
Moments later I find myself peering through the thick grass at Clem's boots. Slowly I lift my head. He stands over me, shotgun in his hands.
"On your feet Moore. Jig's up," he drawls.
Slowly I stand up, not sure if I should raise my hands in surrender. I reckon that would look silly, so I try smiling at him instead and brightly say, "Such a beautiful morning, isn't it? I just thought I would walk over here to see if there were any wild flowers to pick.""Shut up Moore! Enough of your smart lip! Stand still while we put you in chains. You are in one heap of trouble, bitch! You know the rules. Escape attempts will get ya hung. The warden's gonna have ya noosed and dancing before the sun is down."
"So you say. I suspect that's just a big fat bluff to keep us in line. More likely he will just have you whip me again tonight. Let's go."
I put my wrists behind my back so they can cuff me. Leg irons are added for good measure. I am resigned to this. I put up no resistance. Then I am led off by Clem through the woods and across the field back to the "Farm". The dogs and the rest of the posse follow along behind.*********
Meanwhile back in his office the Warden chain-smokes and drinks from a half empty bottle of bourbon as he waits for word that the escapee has been captured. The office door opens. The Warden looks up.
"Grand Dragon! What are you doing here?"
"Just a friendly visit Henry. Care to share some of that bottle with me?"
"Yes, of course. Grab yourself a glass over there and pull up a chair."
"Thanks. Now the reason I am here is that I understand you have some of those nigger loving freedom riders serving time here."
"Yep. Seven of them ... all Yankee college girl types," the Warden says with a leer.
"Well now Henry, me and the boys been thinking 'bout staging a good ole lynching and cross burning, and been just wondering if there was any way ..."
"Say no more, Grand Dragon. Just so happens that one of those dumb Yankee cunts is a real troublemaker and you are not going to believe this, but just last night I 'arranged' for her to escape just so we could go out this morning and hunt her down. You see, I can't stand her sassy mouthiness and was fixing to have her hung this evening."
"Well don't that beat all! Perfect. What do you say Warden, if the Klan offers to handle her execution for you?"
"Sure, why not? Even better! I will have her turned over to the Klan after dark tonight."
"Great, but won't we be depriving you of the fun of putting a noose around her neck."
"No, not at all. We'll just say she got away and hang three of her friends this afternoon as accomplices instead."
TO BE CONTINUED
(thanks again to Tree for helping with the pics)
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"Well, you know, when we 'discovered' Miss Moore missing we took Sue Anne Collins out to the parade ground to noose her.
"She was told if Miss Moore isn't recaptured by 5 PM she would be hanged before the other convicts."
"Sue Anne Collins- isn't she the Imperial Wizard's niece?" the Grand Dragon asked.
"She is. She got arrested wait at the bus station for the so-called 'Freedom Riders'. She is still perched on the stool. Take a look out the window" the warden says.
"I thought the Imperial Wizard wanted her dead" the Grand Dragon replied.
"He does."
"What happens if Miss Moore gets caught before 5 PM?"
The warden laughs "Then we hang the nigger-loving bitch at 5 and Miss Moore gets to watch Sue Anne hanged with the rest of the convicts!"
Tree
"She was told if Miss Moore isn't recaptured by 5 PM she would be hanged before the other convicts."
"Sue Anne Collins- isn't she the Imperial Wizard's niece?" the Grand Dragon asked.
"She is. She got arrested wait at the bus station for the so-called 'Freedom Riders'. She is still perched on the stool. Take a look out the window" the warden says.
"I thought the Imperial Wizard wanted her dead" the Grand Dragon replied.
"He does."
"What happens if Miss Moore gets caught before 5 PM?"
The warden laughs "Then we hang the nigger-loving bitch at 5 and Miss Moore gets to watch Sue Anne hanged with the rest of the convicts!"
Tree