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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2007 3:34:49 GMT -5
Up the side of a building there is a fire escape that takes you right up to the roof. Makes for a great get away if someone's tryin' ta catch ya, or just a great short cut home, jumping roof tops.
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Post by fibs on Aug 6, 2008 19:45:18 GMT -5
<NEW DAY>
Fibs, newspapers stacked at her side, sat on the edge of the rusty fire-escape, legs swinging idly. It had never been her intention to spend time lazing about on a fire-escape, particularly seeing as she had unsold papers left, but she had also not intended for a vicious rottweiler to chase her up there.
Really, there had been no rottweiler--there had only been a very angry old man with a damn good set of legs for his age who did not appreciate Fibs nicking an apple from his fruit stand. Being chased by a rabid rottweiler, however, was the far better story to tell the kids back at the Lodging House, so she'd stick with it.
Tossing the apple core at the ground below, Fibs sighed, resting her forehead against the metal railing.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 21:12:50 GMT -5
"And that's why you never fib, gets you all twitchy.." Pirate lifted a brow, people knowing that The Pirate was back in town wasn't on his major list really. He was on the run but who really cared? He had a smoke hanging from his lip, the habit he'd picked up from Buccaneer years ago. He'd never really gotten over it even going west.
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 21:27:18 GMT -5
Visibly jumping at the sound of his voice, Fibs looked down at the alleyway to see someone she had been fairly certain she would never see again. "What the-," She breathed.
Swinging down to the metal ladder, she quickly made her way down to the ground. "Never thought I'd see your face again," She remarked, looking Pirate over. The last time she'd seen him was a good many years ago and, if the rumors were true, the boy had grown far beyond the little thief she had known him as.
In fact, the stories she had heard about Pirate rivaled some of the lies she spewed about her own life. The only difference was that there was a damn good chance Pirate's were true. And, if they were true, Pirate was not someone to be messed with.
"I don't imagine you came back to the city for its atmosphere. What're you doing 'round these parts? I hear all the good money's out west."
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 21:31:01 GMT -5
He put his hands on his hips and smirked, this girl could lie her way out cuffs faster than most he'd seen long ago. It was one of the reasons the old leaders had liked her so much. He rubbed his smoke between his fingers before taking another slow drag.
The rumors, were all true. Pirate had always been quick with his hands and ballsy. Now he was back in the city, at her question and comment he grinned. That grin was more predatory than friendly.
"Didn't think you cared so much, Fibs.. you look good--- filled out.." He decided to ignore her question though, about why he was back in town. He didn't have to say a bloody word to anyone. "I here Marauder and Corsair have been roaming the city-- and they haven't snagged you up yet. It's a bit shockin.."
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
Fibs crossed her arms defensively across her chest, noting his leer. "Yeah, well, last time I saw you, you were no more then a fast kid with even faster hands." She smirked slightly, "Can't say much has changed--bit taller now, of course."
"I here Marauder and Corsair have been roaming the city-- and they haven't snagged you up yet. It's a bit shockin.."
Fibs shrugged, resting a hand on one of the ladder's rungs, "I've been playing things a bit straighter these days. I can't afford to be getting into that kinda trouble." It wasn't as if Fibs had stopped lying--oh no, her lies were like a tick and they weren't ever going away--but she was steering clear of her shadier companions.
"Selling papers--s'nice, clean way of making some money." Not the kind of money you could do anything with, but Fibs was getting by. "Damn price hike isn't making it easy though..."
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 21:51:30 GMT -5
He just had to grin when she covered up, yeah she'd filled out alright it made him almost giddy. When she commented about him being just a fast kid with fast hands his grin widened.
"Of course, Fibs, I haven't changed that much-- still fast hands..." That implied a bit but he leaned back and leaned against the building as she spoke about playing it straight and selling papes.
"What you've joined the printed press army? Selling papes for a dime a day? Where is the glory in that Fibs? Didn't it used to be all for the glory and the reputation. Being the best made us powerful..." It had been about street kids having some kind of power to Pirate. So long ago it seemed like another lifetime to her but to him-- he was still living the life.
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 22:02:03 GMT -5
"Of course, Fibs, I haven't changed that much-- still fast hands..."
Fibs raised her eyebrows, about to make a comment about his fast mouth, but she wasn't willing to give him the pleasure of the innuendo.
"What you've joined the printed press army? Selling papes for a dime a day? Where is the glory in that Fibs? Didn't it used to be all for the glory and the reputation. Being the best made us powerful..."
Fibs rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation, "Yeah, well, as much as I like the glory, I like not being in prison that much more." Prison would be the end of Fibs. When she was outside roaming the city, she could at least pretend life was good. She was very good at pretending. But a cell and steel bars didn't do much for the imagination.
"But you've done alright." She said softly. "So... how many Wanted fliers is your face plastered on?" She asked, a bit wary of what his reaction might be. As good as he was at slipping under the radar, there was no way he had gotten away with such grand robberies without getting noticed.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 22:13:38 GMT -5
He remained quiet as she spoke and laughed out loud when she spoke about his face and wanted fliers. He turned his head to the side and looked down at her threw his dark lashes. The man was a good looking one and he'd grown into it, but he was the truth of the saying-- how beauty was only skin deep. He was twisted in his ways, how he thought about things and what he demanded of life.
"A few, they might have gotten my good side. You're going to be poor and dead, Fibs. Money is survival.."
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 22:27:24 GMT -5
"A few, they might have gotten my good side. You're going to be poor and dead, Fibs. Money is survival.."
His frankness took her aback. She may not have money to spare, but she was getting by. She would skip a meal here and there, but she was used to it. Growing up on the streets, you learn to get by on the bare minimum. Pirate had clearly gotten a taste of something better. Hell, even as a kid, he had been looking for something better. He needed that something to be tangible while Fibs was content with whatever she made up for herself.
She glanced down at her shoes, a frown tugging at her lips. "Poor, maybe, but I'll get by... we can't all rob banks, y'know?" She added with a bit venom. Fibs had to be cautious- she'd known Pirate as a kid, but she certainly didn't know him now. She didn't know what made him tick.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 22:44:21 GMT -5
No it was hard to know what made a man tick from the little boy he'd been. Back then he'd been harmless really, running around New York, picking pockets and breaking into houses in order to sleep in a fine bed when he'd seen the blighters that owned them go out of town. He'd gotten a taste of what money could do and he wanted more, so much more. He'd wanted to be one of the haves and never see the side of have not again.
He took a step forward and used his size to pin her to the wall and cover her mouth, "No, not everyone can Fibs, that's the truth of it... but keep that bit of information to yours, got me?"
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 22:57:50 GMT -5
Pirate had moved so quickly, Fibs only realized she'd been moved when she felt her back press up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Her head fell back against the wall with more force then she had anticipated, eliciting a whimper of pain from Fibs. Said whimper was more or less muffled by Pirate's hand.
"No, not everyone can Fibs, that's the truth of it... but keep that bit of information to yours, got me?"
Yes, he had definitely changed and he was not a man she was about to cross. She nodded dumbly, staring wide-eyed at the blond man. Her unsold papers were now scattered about the alleyway, rolling lazily in the afternoon breeze. It would be a hassle to collect them again, but, frankly, it was the least of her concerns at the moment.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 23:02:10 GMT -5
He wasn't sure he was going to let her know or not, he had the power but he slowly removed his hand but kept her where she was. Even as a kid Pirate had always hated being powerless, but now he did have the power with his size and strength alone.
Knowing he'd scared the crap out of her he looked down the alleyway and his eyes narrowed, "I know you can lie your way out of anything, Fibs spin this one anyway you want just make sure you don't let the truth slip away from you. We were friends when we were kids--" There was a part of that, a part of him as a kid that was still there but most of it was gone by the winds. And that little part of him was what was keeping him from getting rid of her like she was a problem.
"But we're not kids anymore.."
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Post by fibs on Aug 7, 2008 23:14:04 GMT -5
"I know you can lie your way out of anything, Fibs spin this one anyway you want just make sure you don't let the truth slip away from you. We were friends when we were kids--"
Swallowing, Fibs did her best to regain composure. "I'm not gonna go telling anyone about you, if that's what you're worried about." Sure, it would make one hell of a story, but, when it came to good stories, Fibs stuck to her lies. "Besides," She said shakily, "My words not very good these days. People who know me don't believe a damn thing that comes out of my mouth..."
Even if he didn't intimidate the hell out of her, she doubted she could ever turn him in. After all, she remembered him when he was just a kid and back then, they had been on the same side. Sides were fuzzier nowadays, but that didn't change the past. Some part of the kid must still be in there and, so long as Fibs believed that, she couldn't betray him.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 23:20:50 GMT -5
He didn't move away but he stayed put, glancing out the alleyway once more. Hearing her swallow and her wobbly voice had his defenses lowering a little. Pirate couldn't really help himself half the time, it was do or die in life in generally and he'd been of the mind get them before they got you. Yet this was Fibs.
"Your word was only good when you wanted it to be, Delilah.." that name, hadn't one of the nuns red him some stupid book with that name in it? He remembered her real name, one of his greatest gifts was his memory. It was like a steel trap once information went in it was stuck there. "But I know you won't snitch, just have to be wary of everything and everybody. Can't take anything for granted.."
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