"This is, this is the part where the villain tells the hero the entire plan, because he's going to kill him anyway. Only I can't think of any more questions." Orient said, realizing coming here by himself was a remarkably bad idea.
"You aren't the hero. You're a pawn. And I tried really hard not to have to kill you. Sit down on the bench."
When Orient didn't move, Hawthorn grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and forced Orient to the bench, which was fully visible to anyone who might be flying by the greenhouse on the top of the building.
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Date: 2011-07-04 09:21 pm (UTC)When Orient didn't move, Hawthorn grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and forced Orient to the bench, which was fully visible to anyone who might be flying by the greenhouse on the top of the building.