|
|
Post by muder on Aug 25, 2008 17:38:53 GMT -5
It's that we know that a woman could let her emotions get involved when a man won't."
"And men don't? Kelly is ruled by arrogance. My father, by bloodlust. Both are potent and deadly emotions, when used too much are just as idiotic as any woman 'swing' you refer to. Honestly, you know nothing about me; I'm much more cold than that. My passions are a focused thing." She snorted. "Besides who are you, but just a lusty man."
"Besides why follow a woman when you can lead as a man? That's the thing you have to think of Heather. Most men are going to be looking for that one oppurtune time to take you out. And most of the other men well they'll just look the other way."
Heather rolled her eyes again, sitting up, starting to dry off her legs. "You sadden me. Thinking that I haven't thought of these...things." She smirked. "They can try and die. I have factions that will be loyal."
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 26, 2008 10:46:19 GMT -5
Scar shook his head, "You're quite arrogant, lass. To think that because factions will be loyal that all that try to kill you will die. Why lass I could've killed you in the butcher shop. I could kill you now and not think twice about it. Just because I'm more inclined to want you in my bed doesn't mean that if I thought you posed a threat to me I wouldn't kill you on the spot." Scar didn't think a woman could lead men regardless of how cold she was. A woman could be an ice bitch with no feelings and she'd still have problems with the men. Although most would likely remain loyal many wouldn't and she seemed to dismiss them rather quickly for someone who claimed to have thought everything through.
"Besides you say Kelly's arrogance will be his demise, when really he's just beginning. His arrogance is what makes him the man he is. Besides it may eventually bring him down but for now he's still just starting." Scars words were a jumble, he felt no need to defend Kelly but he knew that Kelly wasn't going to let some feeble minded lass take him out of business. He still had plenty more men than the Eastmans and people tended to be loyal to a man like Kelly who didn't personally kill his people. If he heard that Heather was taking over the Eastmans he would be sure to send more than a few people to pay her a visit.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Aug 27, 2008 17:57:49 GMT -5
Heather rolled her eyes. "Goodbye, Scar." She slipped her shoes on, standing up, brushing off her skirts. "I'm simply not going to listen to some arrogant, idiotic, psychotic man tell me he thinks he knows better. I'm sure the next time I see you, you'll be swimming in the river."
She turned on her heel and started to walk off. She'd made her mind up. She knew what to do, damn it. And she might not like it, but she was going to do it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 28, 2008 9:16:16 GMT -5
Scar laughed, feeling that his point had been proved. She couldn't even stomach listening to someone tell her what was right in front of her face. He stood and walked up beside her, "Aw, Heather, I wasn't trying to put you in a foul mood. Just pointing out the obvious. Besides if you want to lead Eastmans fellows go right ahead. I work for Kelly not Monk. I could give a damn what happens to the Eastmans."
A smirk flitted across his face and he looked at her, "Besides, lass, wouldn't you rather have me as a friend than a common employee?"
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Aug 29, 2008 22:59:14 GMT -5
Heather sighed, stamping her foot, turning to look at him. "Why would I want you as a friend? I've found you to be more annoying than anything! At least an employee would do what I tell them to do." She rolled her eyes, starting to work again. "You're simply insane."
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 30, 2008 17:51:38 GMT -5
Scar smiled, "You wound me, lass. If I'm talking about things that bother you so much we can just talk about something else. We may have more in common than you think, we'll just have to stear clear of subjects that our opinions differ on." He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, gazing at her. He wasn't completely sure why he was insisting on continuing conversation with her but he found her intriguing. The conversations he had with her kept his attention, they were interesting.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Sept 3, 2008 17:47:40 GMT -5
Heather raised an eyebrow, and nodded slowly, smirking slightly. "Fine, I can do that." She brushed her fingers through his hair. "Just stop being so crass. If you feel that I'm a silly female, then maintain that standard man role and don't be crass around me." She teased lightly, walking along the sand. "I can talk about knives." It was her weapon of choice.
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 3, 2008 20:01:46 GMT -5
He smiled when she spoke about not being crass with women, "My apologies, lady, I was terribly rude." He wasn't trying to be sarcastic there, he was starting to genuinely like Heather. When she brought up knives an animalistic grin came across his features. "And what knives are you partial to, Miss Eastman?"
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Sept 3, 2008 20:18:55 GMT -5
Heather laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Do I get an arm to hold or anything?" She smirked, pursing her lips slightly. Her eyes glittered at the mention of knives. "I prefer a switch blade--quick and easy; but this one.." She slid a knife out of her boot, the handle silver. "Perfect weight and balance. Allows me to throw or make quick work with it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 3, 2008 20:45:48 GMT -5
He smirked and held his arm out for Heather to take, "Why of course, lady, I should have thought of that." He gazed at the knife that she pulled out and gave her a smirk. "Good choice, for someone with hands like you. A switchblade is quick but can get a little rough if your trying to through them at someone. This one suits you."
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Sept 3, 2008 20:52:17 GMT -5
Heather smirked and slid her arm through his. The truce was good enough. "Well thank you. Family heriloom." She looked at it lovingly before putting it back in her boot. "Besides, switchblades are good for a slice and dice; but if I need something to go through bone, my baby is much more suited."
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 5, 2008 11:56:46 GMT -5
Scar smirked and couldn't contain a bit of glee from crossing his face when she talked of slicing through bones. "Why lass you truly are a lady after my heart." He gave her a smile and took a drag of his cigarette with his free hand. "Family heirloom, eh? Is that what you plan on using to kill your father?" He was just curious but he wasn't going to go any further with talking about her plans than to ask that.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Sept 6, 2008 12:11:29 GMT -5
Heather laughed. "Oh really? But I bet if I got your heart, you'd try to cut mine out of my chest." She squeezed his arm playfully, before shrugging. "We'll see. It's all about being patient and testing the waters. I'm slowly coming up with various plans; I don't see the point in having one...plans within plans is the safest route. That way when the trap is sprung, there is no way out."
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 8, 2008 11:00:22 GMT -5
Scar smirked, "You really think I'd cut your heart out lass?" He laughed and shook his head, he wouldn't cut her heart out unless she gave him reason too. Right now though, she was someone he found interesting to say in the least. He nodded his head when she began talking of plans. "Now that's the way to do it. That way if something goes wrong with one you can fall back on another." He firmly believed figuring out several different ways to handle a situation before jumping into it.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Sept 9, 2008 21:40:35 GMT -5
"Yes I do, if it would be in your best interest." Heather looked up at him, squeezing his arm. "I don't think for a moment that you wouldn't take me out if you thoguht it would get you ahead." She smirked. "But as you probably know, I feel the same about you."
|
|
