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Post by dazzle on Jul 29, 2006 2:41:48 GMT -5
"Youse very welcome," she smirked, "do it foh ya anytime ya want."
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Post by jackle on Jul 31, 2006 22:45:23 GMT -5
Jackle smiled back at her. "well i'll come by askin' again." he looked up at the sky. the sun was setting. He knew he should get Dazzle back home but he didn't want to leave.
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Post by dazzle on Aug 1, 2006 16:06:54 GMT -5
"Always happy ta help," smirking she looked up at the sky too. Sighing she stood up, "Well, I guess I betteh get back ta da lodgin' house. Nice ta meetcha." Waving' she headed towards Queens.
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Post by jackle on Aug 2, 2006 1:47:49 GMT -5
Jackle smiled. "see ya sometime Dazzle." He got up and took off to the Bronx lodgin house. He was in a rather good mood.
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Post by flanna on Aug 18, 2006 19:10:43 GMT -5
<<new day>>
They had to make it difficult for her. Corset, high heels, enough rouge and makeup to last for days--being a pickpocket was about misdirection and not being seen.
And they definitely wanted her to be seen. To be humilitated. Bruises still riddled her skin, and her black eye was just now fading, her pale skin framed by her tight curls. She kept the hand with the marred finger in her skirt pocket, leaving her with only one good hand to work with.
Nick was close by. She had to do what she had to do.
And amazingly...she was doing a good job. Using her looks and charms, she got close to men, taking their wallet while they stared at her...assets.
Nick had done a wonderful job.
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Post by nicky on Aug 18, 2006 19:18:12 GMT -5
Keeping no less than a few feet away from her listning to her words, and watching her every mood stood the man himself. Nick of course. He smiled at her, he couldn't help it, she looked perfect, better than the first time, and far better than when she was away from them. He smirked silently as he continued walking along keeping an inconspicuous eye on her, and keeping himself quiet as he watched.
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Post by razor on Aug 18, 2006 19:23:26 GMT -5
Razor was in a bad mood. Bad enough to yell at the head trainer at his work, nearly getting him fired, bad enough for him to put his hand through his wall, resulting in a piece of cloth wrapped tightly around his right hand. Grumbling to himself, he pulled his hat a little lower on his head and kept on walking, going to check out a part of the area he had already checked. Twice.
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Post by flanna on Aug 18, 2006 19:28:24 GMT -5
Flanna was working on one man, when she caught the glimps of a man with a hat on passing behind her. She glanced to his pocket--open a bit. Perfect. Sneaking her injured hand around, she slipped her hand in his pocket, pulling his wallet out and started placing it in her own pocket.
At least she hadn't lost her touch.
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Post by razor on Aug 18, 2006 19:30:08 GMT -5
A hand clamped itself around her wrist, twisting it to the side. "I dont think so." A low voice hissed. "Ive been having quite the day as it was, and i know you dont want to try me." Razor's eyes flashed from under the brim on the hat.
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Post by flanna on Aug 18, 2006 19:34:20 GMT -5
Flanna's emerald eyes got big, as she yanked her hand away with a grimace, letting the wallet go. Damn... She looked up, her face full of defiance. She was going to get punished for this and it was all his--
...it was Razor.
Her face faultered a bit, but didn't change much. She was too broken.
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Post by razor on Aug 18, 2006 19:41:53 GMT -5
Razor slid his wallet back into his pocket, and turned his attention to the little pickpocket he had caught and his eyes flickered with disbelief. Flanna. The very sight of her, dressed the way she was... He stopped cold.
At first all he felt was a sort of numbness, extending into every bone in his body. And then he went into denial, finding no solace there either. Confusion, shock, horror; all the same...and then finally...rage.
His eyes reflected it, his fists shook with it, and the only thing on his mind was what they had done. What those sons of b*tches had done to his goil. A red haze overtook his vision, eyes more white then blue now- like a husky dog in the frozen wild.
Or like a wolf.
During the hunt.
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Post by flanna on Aug 18, 2006 19:44:15 GMT -5
Flanna started backpeddling slowly, her eyes never leaving his. Her's were of prey, staring into his wild ones. However, she couldn't go far. Her feet stopped.
There was still a small part of the real Flanna left. The part that loved him. But...she could'nt do more than stop.
Nick was close.
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Post by razor on Aug 18, 2006 19:46:37 GMT -5
Reading her face, Razor shut down the feeling in his eyes, leaving just the anger, just the blind rage. "You b*tch!" He exploded, taking the few steps toward her, gripping her arm hard. "You B*TCH! How dare you leave me! How DARE you?!" He shook her hard, snarling.
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Post by flanna on Aug 19, 2006 2:40:08 GMT -5
Well...so much for staying bruise free today.
Flanna stood there silent, terrified. She had never seen Razor in a rage like this, and whether it was for show or not...well..she hoped it was show for Nick. But she couldn't be sure of anything anymore. All she knew was that this sheer rage was being directed at her. Normal Flanna would be defiant and rageful--but that Flanna was repressed now. It wasn't coming out soon.
"I...I...Raz...I" She couldn't form anything more than that, fighting the tears she felt coming, swearing it was becaues of the pain in her arm. She knew this was probably so Nick wouldn't harm her, but being called that just brought back past memories of Spark and the more recent memories of her breaking.
All that kept running through her head was the desire for this living nightmare to end.
And then some of old Flanna broke through.
"STOP IT!" She yelled at him, tears springing up. She couldn't handle it.
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Post by nicky on Aug 19, 2006 13:55:52 GMT -5
A hand suddenly appeared on Razor's. Well, Nick keeping an eye on Flanna like he had been, it was hard for him to miss the scene in front of him. He glared at Flanna before turning his eyes to Razor. This guy looked tough, maybe Nick could talk him into siding with him. However, if he was going to do that first they'd have to figure out what problems he had with Flanna. "Is there a problem here?" he asked Razor. The look on his face had meant doom for many men.
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