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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 16:50:07 GMT -5
He grinned when she was smiling and leaned back, "I know, I know, lass." He bit his tongue, damn it when that came out. But it was Flanna. He didn't mind over much. "I'm sorry I'll try to keep in touch with you, If you need me. So-- you still what that Ethan bloke you were telling me about?"
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 16:54:56 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "I think so, well..." She shrugged. "He keeps disappearing. He said he's going to try to be different.." She shrugged again. "I don't know." She threw up her slender hands slightly, momentarily forgetting about her finger. "I hate things being so complicated."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 17:05:46 GMT -5
He rubbed her head like he did when they were kids and shrugged a bit, "I'd like to hit him, but you'd be mad at me so I wont. But you've got to do what is best for you... you can't change a man unless he's in diapers, Flan. You know that as well as I do.." And Caleb didn't plan on changing, growing wasn't changing and he knew that well enough.
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 17:14:30 GMT -5
Flanna sighed, laughing. "I just don't like being alone, too. I just don't have as easy of a time with things these days." She watched Damon take a victory lap. "And if I can't change you, I don't know what I'll do.." She teased lightly, reaching up to pull at his hair gently.
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 17:18:42 GMT -5
He smirked a bit and then grinned like the devil, "Flan-- you know you wouldn't want to change me-- some of my habits sure but you like me just fine as I am.." He watched the horse lap and tugged on her hair as payback.
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 17:21:15 GMT -5
"Hey!" She slapped at his hand, laughing. "No, I'd like you to listen more to me. I'd like you to stop running off and tryin' very hard to get yourself mauled or killed." She smirked. "But sure, no, never change.."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 17:32:32 GMT -5
He laughed and settled down into his chair, grinning all the while and wishing he'd grabbed some kind of drink while he was up. This was fun. "You love me anyway, Irish. And I try NOT to get myself killed and I keep Corsair alive..." And Bucky... he'd kept Buccaneer alive too. But he was starting to think a lot of that was a big waste of his time.
"I guess sometimes you have to look out for yourself, eh Irish?" he wished she'd take more care of herself and her own dreams instead of letting someone try to run her life for her. Seemed like that's what this Ethan guy was like.
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 17:35:03 GMT -5
Flanna shook her head. "Well I don't have time to look out for myself; I'm too worried about you." She pouted slightly. "So that means you should try and make me worry less. So I can actually help myself." She was pulling a guilt trip, only half joking, really. She looked at her finger, rubbing gently. "Cops are pickin' up a lot of kids these days."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 17:41:57 GMT -5
He sighed and let his head fall back over the back of the chair, he'd seen them out in force. Picking up stragglers that weren't in groups and saying they were disturbing the peace. In an absent thought he both his hand over both of hers and gave them a light squeeze.
"I know Flan.. I know. I've seen them around, that's the reason Buck, Corsair and I started the guild to begin with. Safety-- but they are stepping over lines they never crossed before. It's like they are out to get everyone that can help the Newsies..." which meant something big was going to happen when it all went down hill.
He rubbed her hand a bit before he realized what he was doing and let her hand go, pulling it back to rub both of his own over his face. "Things have changed and so have I. You really do need to worry about yourself, and the others. There are a lot of the old guild-- and a lot of newsies with records that an change would get them locked up for awhile. And there is no money to bail them out.." Pirate had money. Shit. "Pirate blew into town too.."
Temper tantrum Pirate. Sonova bitch.
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 17:44:41 GMT -5
Flanna blushed slightly, looking down at her hands. Things had changed. It was hard for both of them. "Well considering that my own record could get me put away for a while in an adult jail..." She sighed.
"...I've been hearing that Nicholas is offering protection. He's going to search you all out and ask you to join forces. I don't think you can refuse him." She laughed bitterly. "I'm probably better off in jail. I can't take his protection. Not what he offers."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 17:50:42 GMT -5
He sighed and dropped his arm around her shoulders and nodded slowly, "I know Flan, Tristan doesn't trust him, but they work on the same level. Me?" Caleb shook his head and sighed. "I'm the only one with half a conscience. Nicholas can give Jasper things no one else can. Power. Jasper always wanted to play with the big dogs, at this rate Nicholas might try to bring back the Raconteurs.. in force with enough of people and start a war against the cops.."
It was a lot to consider, the power players in New York were on the move and Marauder suffice it to say had never really been one of them. He protected his own, that's what he did but when they screwed themselves over he had little to really consider.
"I don't want you in jail Flanna, I'd rather you be running all over town with me then in jail.." He'd be hanged if he was caught, he was very much aware of that.
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 17:55:41 GMT -5
Flanna laughed, looking up at him, leaning into his arm slightly. "I don't really know how I'm not going to get stuck with one option or the other, Caleb." She shrugged. "Save that horse out there, I have some pretty damn bad luck."
She shrugged. "Nicholas can protect you all. Hell, he can protect the Newsies, for a price. Maybe its the best choice for them, for now." She sighed. "The gang's aren't an option. Those are worse than the Raconteurs."
She snorted. "I'm not made for thinking like this."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 18:02:14 GMT -5
He ruffled her hair again, "No but you are made for thinking. The truth is you're right but that price is to high for a lot of kids to pay--" He was considering it, going to Nicholas himself but the fact of the matter was that would limit him. Being protected and letting Nicholas run them had never been his forte.
"I'm a thief, Flanna. I do what I want and I go where I want.... but.." he watched that horse and then let his arm fall to her shoulder once again and give her a slight hug. "Hey, I worry about you and look what the Racs did to you Flan? It's kind of a conflict of interest don't you think?"
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Post by flanna on Oct 16, 2008 18:10:35 GMT -5
Flanna hugged him back, snuggling up slightly. "Well, of course, but you always looked out for your own interests first." She smirked. "Look..do what you have to do to keep yourself alive. That's the most important thing to me."
She looked back out on the track. "I just need to find a way, I guess. I'm stuck right now."
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Post by marauder on Oct 16, 2008 18:19:09 GMT -5
He did, it was true. But he'd always tried to do what was right by Flanna too. He knew that what he did effected her sometimes so he tried to keep it so that it didn't. Touching her hair lightly, he spoke. "Flanna you're like the wind, it's never stuck---" his fighting Irish. That's what she was and he felt like he'd failed her somehow but running off and letting her fend for herself. Instead of being there when she needed him.
"I'll do what I have to in order to keep us both alive.."
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