Author's Note
Okay, I'm really late on an update but here's a Caitlyn Short to tie you guys over until I quit being lazy and finish the Diana simulation. Also, for the next simulation, the amount of votes are currently: three votes for Quinn, two for LB, and three for Elise. So vote for one of these for the next simulation.
And as always, hope you enjoy this short!
How does one trick a trickster. That was what Caitlyn was trying to figure out for the past 10 minutes. She had to get a hair sample from LeBlanc, which would not be easy. At all. LeBlanc would toy with her to no end, and would probably force her to do something completely unreasonable for a simple hair strand.
And so, Caitlyn spent time, pacing in front of the Noxian's elegant purple doorway, debating on how she would out deceive the Deceiver.
"Maybe I should ask use reverse psychology… no, that would never work. How would I even ask her using that?" Caitlyn murmured to herself. "Hmm, maybe I should just threaten her. I could say something like, 'The Institute requires your DNA sample, and if you do not comply, I have the authorization to detain you.' That could work...well maybe not. I don't actually have any authorization, and she could simply call my bluff."
The sheriff paced some more.
"Maybe I should just try to distract her with something and then just take a hair sample. Wait...she could just use her clone if I tried, and I don't think a hair sample from her clone would work. And she would probably chain me up or something if I try to steal a hair." The Sheriff sighed and closed her eyes in a frown, exasperated at trying to figure out her plan of action.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing one unamused matron standing in front of her. Caitlyn sputtered in surprise and fell on her bum. "LeBlanc! I was just-I mean what are you doing here."
LeBlanc merely smirked in response. "I got tired of hearing you pace and argue with yourself. Here is the stupid hair strand," She stated handing the Sheriff a dark purple strand. " Now leave me. You are interrupting my movie."
Caitlyn was dumbstruck. "Wait, you're just going to give it to me. You don't even know why I need it."
"Yeah, yeah, the Institute needs it for something. I heard enough from your babbling outside my door. I don't need to know exactly why, nor do I care. Now go away. I need to know how the main character dies." LeBlanc finished by slamming her door in the Sheriff's face.
"But I...okay." Caitlyn numbly spoke to the door. She was confused by the turn of events as she didn't even expect to get the hair sample so easily.
"Wait a second," She narrowed her eyes, "I spent all that time trying to figure out how to get the stupid hair strand and she just gave it up for nothing! ...Damn it..."