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Post by scaper on Sept 30, 2006 17:04:26 GMT -5
Clarence hung up the phone and went back to his ham sandwich, picking up the newspaper and reading it again. It was just another day...and he repeated those words over and over in his head.
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Post by razor on Oct 3, 2006 22:39:08 GMT -5
There was a knock on the door, loud in the stillness of the room. It hadn't taken Razor long at all to find the place, and now he just hoped the officer was home. He had to talk to him about something.
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Post by scaper on Oct 4, 2006 15:36:31 GMT -5
Clarence was so engrossed in a newspaper article about a train robbery, that he wasn't sure if he had imagined someone knocking on the door or not. He decided that it was probably his imagination and went back to reading his paper.
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Post by razor on Oct 4, 2006 18:53:50 GMT -5
Now, call it payback, call it boredom...call it whatever you want. But Razor took great pleasure it knocking that door off its hinges, and then leaning on the frame, cigarette hanging from his lips and arms crossed loosely. "Hey." He said as a greeting, the door flat on the floor, eyebrow raised slightly.
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Post by scaper on Oct 4, 2006 20:13:19 GMT -5
Clarence's attention was immediately drawn towards the door, which was on the floor, and then to the person who had kicked in. He instantaneously reached for his gun...but it wasn't there. It wasn't in his shoulder holster. When he realized who it was, that Razor kid, he hopped up, both in anger and shock.
"Jesus!! Why'd you kick in my door?" He couldn't believe someone had actually just knocked his door down!
"And will you put out that stupid cigarette."
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Post by razor on Oct 4, 2006 20:29:03 GMT -5
Razor shrugged a bit, pulling the cigarette out with one hand, and blowing some smoke into the air. "Felt like it." He looked down at the cigarette and then back up to the other and snorted. "Maybe i will. Maybe i wont."
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Post by scaper on Oct 4, 2006 20:36:38 GMT -5
"You may want to kill yourself, but I know I don't want to die, so put it out. Or I'll arrest you for breaking and entering and thats at least a few years in prison."
Who did this guy think he was, Carter was fuming mad. He had better have a good reason as to why he was standing there, acting like he owned the place.
"So what makes you come find a cop and kick in his door?"
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:10:18 GMT -5
Razor's eyes narrowed at him, shrugging. "Wouldn't be the first time." But he did put it out, and then a few moments passed, in which he just gazed at him. "You are, of course, aware that Red is gone." It wasn't a question. It was fact.
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Post by scaper on Oct 7, 2006 8:43:08 GMT -5
"Tell me something I don't know. I thought you didn't like cops, so why are you telling me this?" Everyone had been acting weird since this Raconteur business started.
"It's not like I can do anything about it."
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Post by razor on Oct 8, 2006 20:19:14 GMT -5
Razor snorted. "Oh....Excuse me. I thought you were a cop. Guess not." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "And i dont like them, i just figured if Red liked ya, you weren't that bad." His eyes were sharp, intense. "Apparently he put his friendship in the wrong guy. Since i find you here with a sandwich. When you know damn well if it were you, he'd be out looking for a way to getcha back."
His tone was like ice. "You are a sorry excuse for a man."
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Post by scaper on Oct 8, 2006 20:27:16 GMT -5
This boy was making his blood pressure rise!
"Don't you come into my home and criticize me! Those newsie friends of your know exactly where they are, but no one tells me because I'm just a damn bull. And if I do something about it, there goes that great paying job of being a thief. And if they even find out I'm pulling something those stupid Raconteurs will kill my family! I've tried, so why don't you just go off and find him yourself!." He was angry and raging mad. He was glad he didn't have his gun on him because he probably would have shot the boy standing in his doorway.
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Post by razor on Oct 8, 2006 20:30:48 GMT -5
Razor snorted. "Ya know, i am out trying to find him. And when i do, ill make sure to tell him exactly what his good old friend Carter did for him. Im sure he'd be nice and pleased to hear about it." He shook his head. "Kill your family? You're being used as leverage, you idiot. Break their hold on you, and its easy enough to get away."
Turning on his heel, he shrugged. "But, ya know, im not the one who isnt doing anything - and there are ways to go under the wire and not be directly involved, why do i have to tell you that? - so i have nothing to regret. See ya round."
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Post by scaper on Oct 8, 2006 20:39:12 GMT -5
Clarence took a few steps forward, before the other could walk off.
"So what was your point in coming here, rubbing it in my face that your doing something about it? You don't know me Razor, you don't, so don't act like you know everything. And why don't you offer up some real advice when you know whats actually going on." He had been fired up, but he was starting to calm down.
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Post by razor on Oct 8, 2006 20:41:27 GMT -5
"No." He snorted, making eye contact with the officer. "I actually came here to tell you i would take care of it. That we'd find Red on our own. But my good deed apparently wasn't needed, because you weren't doing a damn thing anyway." He shrugged, "And this isn't a game where everyone knows everything, officer. This is a learn as you go, adapt and change with what it thrown at you. If i knew what was going on, there wouldn't be a problem."
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Post by scaper on Oct 8, 2006 20:53:35 GMT -5
"Well , thanks for that," he replied sarcastically. "And since when do you people do things called 'good deeds', you should go now."
He turned his back on him, hiding the guilt he felt for not doing more to help, and headed towards the kitchen to try and find some tools to reset the door.
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