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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 2:31:33 GMT -5
Spacious, with a ratty old couch and a few throw rugs. Not the most elegant of places, but the Bronx call it home.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Jul 27, 2006 10:01:58 GMT -5
Cheater ran inside, a big grin on her face. Despite all that was going on, and her not having seen her brother in over three months, she considered herself one of the happiest girls in the world.
Because she had a book.
Well, technically it was Avalanche's book, but he had given it to her... anyway, moving on. It was a book of poetry, containing poems by Edgar Allen Poe and Emily Dickinson, whom she had both read about and heard of.
Throwing herself down on a couch, she began to read.
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Post by muder on Jul 27, 2006 20:52:59 GMT -5
Murder had been in the basement, reading up on what her father was doing in the papers. She always did it down here, away out of people's way. Hearing the large commotion she slipped up the stairs slowly. She was a master at this stuff-she had done it enough in her father's house.
....and they were dragging Ace out. The police. Crap.....Sneaks... She knew she couldnt do anything...but Sneaks could. She waited until the cops weren't paying attention and sneaked out, running for 'hattan. Ace was worth the risk.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:29:06 GMT -5
((later in the day))
Ace had been quiet the entire trip home, strangely so. Sitting on the couch, he sighed, rubbing at his face. He knew he had to get these cuffs off and go to Hattan, but right now.... He had something else on his mind. And it was taking up all the room.
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:31:35 GMT -5
Murder got to work immediately after Ace sat down, kneeling (with some difficulty) in her outfit, pulling a bobbypin out of her hair. She picked the locks quickly without fuss. She threw her arms up in a flurish, as if to say Tadaa
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:33:12 GMT -5
Eyebrow raised, he let the metal fall as he rubbed his wrists a little. "Why?" He said softly at last, looking at the ground and the faint red marks around his hands. "Why would you go there...You had to have known i wouldn't have wanted it."
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:35:43 GMT -5
Murder blew a piece of hair out of her face in exhasperation, sitting on the couch next to Ace. Taking his hands in hers, she rubbed the red spots softly, nudging his head with hers to get him to look up and at her. She nodded towards him with her head and smiled. you were worth the risk
She snorted and pulled a hand up, poking him in the chest, and then shook her hand in a sideways motion. And since when have I actually listend to what you wanted?
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:38:51 GMT -5
Silently translating every movement she made, Ace snorted, "....Point made...But it was dangerous! What would i have done if something went and happened to you? You're just like me...i need someone to talk to." He gave her a small smile, poking her on the nose gently. "Besides, i haven't learned all your signs yet."
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:41:53 GMT -5
Murder smirked and made a money motion then pointed to herself.. You could have just bought me off my dad. She laughed softly.
She poked Ace's nose back and nodded. They needed eachother, they really did. She leaned up and hugged him, kissing his cheek in a sisterly gesture, before going back to ruffle his hair. Just stop getting arrested aand I wont have to go back
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:48:57 GMT -5
"I suppose i could have." Ace grinned a bit, "I couldn't exactly leave my brother without ripping him off first, right?" He winked at her and held a finger up in front of his mouth. He never treated her like a mute, never. Because she could talk.
"Promise me something, bella." He hugged her tightly, "I dont want anything to happen to you...so you need to be careful. Can you be a bit more careful, even if i am involved?"
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 20:04:38 GMT -5
Murder nodded and shoved him a bit. We'll get him yet, Ace
She sighed and debated denying him what he wanted...but he called her bella. This was something he really wanted. She rolled her eyes but then smiled quickly and nodded.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 20:17:13 GMT -5
He ruffled her hair a bit, smiling. "Go get cleaned up you...I have to go get to Hattan and talk to Jack-o and Princess." He laughed a bit, "Dont tell her i said that." He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I shouldn't be too long, so ill see you later, bella."
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 20:19:54 GMT -5
Murder nodded and zipped her lips and pulled him up, shooing him off towards the door. She smacked him on the butt, sending him on his way, laughing as she headed upstairs.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 20:23:41 GMT -5
He laughed and shook his head, making a promise to pick her up something on the way home. Looking back as he made his way toward Hattan, a soft smile drifted across his face and he couldn't help but give a small salute back to the lodging house.
thanks, Heather.
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Post by fancy on Aug 11, 2006 16:57:39 GMT -5
((New Evening))
Fancy lay on a couch, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes traced out imaginary patterns on the blank white walls, her heart was broken. She placed a hand on her chest, as if she was feeling for a jagged edge in her heart. She sighed and turned on her side, a hand on her stomach. Three months and she still hardly looked pregnant, she had to begin to wonder if something was wrong. Her eyes slid across the room, over the table and window and then eventually the other couch. She groaned quietly and turned back to her back, going to back to those imaginary figures in the walls.
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(c)Red
