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Post by scaper on Aug 13, 2006 17:10:34 GMT -5
He suddenly began to choke on his coffee. "Do what?  " he replied after finally regaining his breath. "No...wait don't repeat that. Uhh...lets just say thats a personal question and we just ain't that close." Well, Red was awful blunt, he thought. |
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 13, 2006 17:19:28 GMT -5
That famous Brooklyn smirk was on his face as he chuckled weakly, sliding to a higher up sitting position, wanting more then anything to get up and go outside. He could barely see it out the window, and he wanted to be out there. On the streets, with his friends. With Fancy. The look of regret was in his eyes and he laid his head on his knees, sighing.
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Post by scaper on Aug 13, 2006 20:01:35 GMT -5
"Geez, Russanini, will ya quit looking so depressed, it's depressing me!" He picked up his coffee again, sipping carefully, with his eyes on Red. The boy would recover and be back to his old self again in no time.
"I guess Aria can't keep ya too long or else Fancy and all of Brooklyn will come looking for you !"
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 13:35:54 GMT -5
A weak smile tugged at Red's lips. "...To make sure im still heah and restin." He corrected. "...I...I might need your help, Officah." He turned his head a little until one emerald eye shone bright and dark in his face.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 13:42:33 GMT -5
"Alright, Alright" He set his paper and coffee down and went over to the boy.
"Do you want to sit up more, or what?" He stuck his arm out for the boy to grab onto.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 13:44:10 GMT -5
"Naw....its not like that." He sighed and put his head in his hands. "Fancy....might be in some trouble, Carter." He hated himself just then, but what else could he do? He didn't even know the whole story, didn't know the details, didn't know what was going on...But he needed to mention it. Had to.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 14:05:55 GMT -5
"Oh, well if your that worried, I'll go downstairs and call someone to check up on her." He seemed genuinely worried and this was the least he could do for him. He went to the door but stopped, "And don't think about getting out of bed, if Aria found out, she'd kill me!" He closed the door gently behind him and headed downstairs.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 14:11:00 GMT -5
All of a sudden, he felt the complete and utter desire to get OUT. To leave, to get some fresh air and just...go. Slipping out of the bed, he made up his mind, grabbing his clothes and sliding into them as quietly and quickly as he could.
In less than ten minutes he was out the back door, hopping onto a wagon hitch and ducking, out of anyone's...especially Carter's...view.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 16:54:31 GMT -5
He had come upstairs looking for Red. He wasn't in his bed and Clarence knew he wasn't in the bathroom. He must have snuck out. He wasn't feeling up to searching the whole of New York for him. So he lay down on Arianette's side of the bed, and tried to think about the situation, but instead, stress took over his body and he fell asleep.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 17:05:08 GMT -5
((few hours later))
Happily waving good bye to Fletcher, Red let himself in and tiredly walked up the stairs, or rather, falling up them. He was so tired, so weak, and all he wanted to do was fall into bed.
But there was someone already there.
Limping over to the bed side, he nudged the officer. "Carter....Carter..."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 17:08:53 GMT -5
He wasn't sure exactly who it was, so he whipped around, arms ready for a fight. When he realized it was Red he shook the sleep from his eys and sat up.
"Jesus, Red don't do that."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 17:12:29 GMT -5
"Sorry." Red apologized with a sheepish look. "You all right?" He cocked his head to the side. "you dont look all that good, Carter."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 17:17:49 GMT -5
"It's bad Red, real bad." He let out a sigh. He gave Red the quick and short version. These "Raconteurs" had Arianette and he needed Red's help.
He was standing by the time he finished, but he wasn't done yet.
"This Goodwell character also told me that Arianette was pregnant," he beagn to pace then, " I can't believe they would make something like that up."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 17:20:44 GMT -5
There was a thump as Red slid to the floor, eyes wide in his too pale face. "Oh my god." He whispered, a hand over his mouth. "How did they find out about that?" His heart was hammering and his breathing harsh. "Oh god, how do they know?"
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 17:25:27 GMT -5
"Wait a minute, are we talking about the same thing here?" How could Red know before he did, they couldn't be on the same page, but that didn't stop him. "You mean to tell me you knew, and you didn;t even tell ME! I can't believe this you lie to me and Arianette lies to me! What's wrong with you people." He was almost screaming. He truly believed he was going crazy.
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" he replied after finally regaining his breath. "No...wait don't repeat that. Uhh...lets just say thats a personal question and we just ain't that close."
