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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 3:29:12 GMT -5
Pull up a chair at the tables!
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:05:57 GMT -5
Razor pulled a chair out from under the table and sat in it heavily, managing a split second to turn it so he was facing the door. Had to keep watch. Ordering himself a drink, he threw an arm on the table and sipped at his drink, looking over the rim calmly. Inside, he wasn't calm, not at all.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:12:34 GMT -5
Wolfsbain walked into the Pub, he needed a still drink after that reading. It wasn't even the reading, he just really wanted a drink. His cool, almost distant grey eyes scanned the room and he raised an eyebrow when he spotted Razor. "Well, well, well, long time no see.."
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:15:02 GMT -5
Startled, a slight flicker passed through Razor's eyes and he set his drink on the table and smirked. "Wolfie...Why dont you just come on ovah and give me a hug?" The smirk grew a little wider. He hadn't seen Wolfsbain since before he had been locked up with Blade.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:22:52 GMT -5
Wolf smirked ever so slightly and walked over, clasping the other man on the shoulder. "I ain't gonna hug ya," he said the smirk not leaving his face. He'd missed Razor, hadn't seen him in a long while. "I heard you were dead, wonders never cease.." he dropped into a chair. "How ya been?"
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:26:15 GMT -5
"Dead?" He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Naw, nevah dead. I got locked up, Blade and I. We just got out a little while ago." The smirk drifted to his eyes, which, only a friend would notice, were filled with exhaustion, hunger, and a desperate search to find something that was just out of his reach.
And it was killing him.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:28:43 GMT -5
Wolf furrowed his brow a bit, he could see it. There was something going on in his friend's head. "Locked up. Hnn." he studied Razer threw calm, grey eyes. Curious. "What's the matter?" he asked seriously, his voice took a slight edge.
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:30:37 GMT -5
Razor's eyes shut down, almost as if the shutters had been drawn closed over a window, his face smooth and expressionless, calm, as he took another sip from his drink. "Nuttin." Which mean, basically, everything. "Im fine."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:33:33 GMT -5
Wolf rolled his eyes. Some things, NEVER changed no matter how long they'd been appart. Razor was still Razor, and Wolf, well, he was still the same old Wolf. Sort of. He leaned bakc and folded his arms across his chest. "Right, don't pull that shit with me. I know you better.."
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:35:01 GMT -5
Razor just took a gulp of his alcohol, eyes flaming all of a sudden. "Honestly, everything's fine." His voice dropped about an octave, grip tightening around his mug. "Bloody fine."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:40:04 GMT -5
Wolf shook his head, he was REALLY going to need a drink after this. "Of course everything is fine, you're only drinkin' yourself into a stuppor..." he watched Razor for a long moment before he spoke again. "Start talking.."
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 22:43:25 GMT -5
"Dun worry about it." He mumbled into his drink, "You'd think I've gone soft, just like everyone else in dis freakin place." He finished his drink and set it on the table, before meeting the other's eyes, "And i am not drinkin myself into a stupor."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 22:57:08 GMT -5
Wolf smnirked a bit. His eyes spoke volumes, he wasn't buying it. He was silent for a moment. "Fell didn't ya.." he asked, it hadn't taken long for him to figure it out. "Tell me what the hell is wrong before I'm forced to use other tactics.." he could tell Razor wasn't into fighting in the alley like the old days, but he was losing his pateince.
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Post by razor on Sept 24, 2006 23:02:13 GMT -5
"Those damn raconteurs took my goil." He said after a minute, tired of fighting it....tired of it all...whatever the reason, he found himself telling Wolf the whole story, from meeting Flanna up until the most recent problems - mainly getting her finger and yelling at Spot, losing everything he had in one moment. Leaving him broken, much like his girl was right now...but in a different aspect.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 24, 2006 23:16:31 GMT -5
Wolf listened silently nodding. He shook his head on occasion, almost wishing he'd been there to help his friend. He'd been in Chiacago, hunting a murderer. He'd wanted information on his sister's murderer. "... I see.." he said at the end of the tale. "And how are you going to go about getting her back?"
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