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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 20:40:08 GMT -5
He looked down at her and managed a half smile, "That intuition of yours Irish could get you into trouble.." He shrugged again and kept walking, a grin on his face though. "There isn't anything wrong with going the straight and narrow life-- if you can afford it." He'd watched things-- notice d a few things too.
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 20:43:58 GMT -5
"I'm making it okay." she smiled. "Now am I allowed to say that I missed you?" She looked up at him, green eyes glittering. "Because I did." she chuckled. "Didn't realize it until I saw your face, bu tyou won't hold that against me. Cause I'd find a chair and smack you one." She was feeling better.
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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 20:46:16 GMT -5
He snorted and then laughed, giving her shoulder a squeeze, laughing was not foreign to Marauder. Flanna had been with him for a long time, he loosened up around her. "I missed you too, lassie.." The few inflections from his Scottish roots he'd kept was the use of lassie and laddo. But for the most part it was hard to tell he was a Scot at all. "I'd have kept in touch but even if I'd had tried I'd have come back to kill Razor then left again.."
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 21:04:15 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "Well he didn't lop the finger off..." She offered up. "But I understand, I understand." She pulled her hand from him, to look at it. "Things just complicated when you all left. complicated."
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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 21:10:30 GMT -5
He sighed and rubbed her arm, "Sorry, Irish. And if he HAD lopped the finger off I'd be lopping off something a bit more vital to him..." He'd be hunting him down, with a grunt and a sigh he looked around. "All the stores have changed-- anywhere to eat anymore?"
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 21:13:37 GMT -5
"Molovios." Flanna smiled. "Good Greek food." She rolled her eyes. "Well I doubt I would have let him that close if he was that sort, would I?" She grinned. "I still keep my knives with me, don't you worry."
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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 21:18:54 GMT -5
"At least some things haven't changed--" he grinned at the thought of her knives. "Yeah, you'd better. One of the quickest girls with knives I've ever seen Flan... I'll give you that. Quick and nimble hands... never see you comin.."
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 21:24:13 GMT -5
Flanna laughed, shaking her head. "I'm past that now." Her hand barred her from that now, and she felt there were other things to do. But she didn't begrudge Caleb it. Everyone was who they were. "Learning to throw the knives again was a bit hard, but I'm right as rain."
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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 21:31:22 GMT -5
He nodded and shook his head, "You can be past it Flan, but it's part of who you are the same as the Irish lands or the horses you loved to steal. And the knives, I'm glad you didn't let missing something stop you from that-- you've got deadly aim.." He'd been on the receiving end a time or two and wouldn't speak against her.
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 21:44:33 GMT -5
"I didn't say it wasn't, Caleb." She sighed. Isn't that why she lost her finger? Because no one would let her escape that error. "It just aint my way of living all the time. Ain't it why you're so grand at it?" She elbowed him lightly, smiling. "I do have good aim. Don't forget it."
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Post by marauder on Jun 12, 2008 22:00:36 GMT -5
He had to smile though it was Flanna. "Well, Irish, I'll never forget your aim. And I'm going to feed you so be nice to me---" He raised a brow and then he grinned. Reaching Molivo's he took her inside-- feed his oldest friend. And find out about some people in town.
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Post by angel on Aug 1, 2008 8:12:30 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Angel had just herd about the price rise and she wasn't that happy about it. Angel looked around and she saw women in nice dresses with frilly hats and gloves and beautiful boots. I wish that i could afford new boots..thought Angel, looking down at her torn boots that were too small for her. She got these boots from a nice old lady that owned a clothing store some ware in New York.
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