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Post by razor on Aug 19, 2006 15:59:54 GMT -5
"B*tch." Razor spat one last time at Flanna before turning his attention to the newcomer. "Yah, dere's a problem. She played me!" His eyes were sharp, fiery. "I dont tolerate my things to get away from me."
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Post by flanna on Aug 19, 2006 20:13:22 GMT -5
When Nick showed up, all she saw was her tombstone. No matter what happened, she wasn't going to avoid a beating now.
All she could hope is that Nicholas never told Nick about Razor. Or that Razor convinced Nick--and she had no doubt about that. She just hopped he had really understood the note. She did--but the events of the last week had shed some doubt in her world.
She stood there, gripped by Razor, her eyes locked with Nick's, the pawn in their game.
She hated being powerless.
She hated being weak.
But she had no other choice.
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Post by nicky on Aug 19, 2006 21:08:28 GMT -5
Nick pulled Flanna away from Razor's grasp and held her arm tightly in his left hand as he faced Razor. "Well this is one thing you're just gonna hafta let go of. She was mine first. I simply took back what belongs to me, and because of you she's not going to have a pleasent day," he said in an angry tone. "I'll handle her for you. In the mean time you forget that you ever had her, and I suggest you leave before you have more problems than pickpockets." Thinking it over again the chances were slim this boy would be joining their group.
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Post by flanna on Aug 20, 2006 0:06:45 GMT -5
Flanna, despite the pain in both her arms, slipped in closer to Nick, saying submissively, "...Sorry Nick. I tried. I really did...I was doing well til this *ss showed up." Her eyes flashed into Razor's passionately before she leaned on Nick, frowning.
She knew her words wouldn't keep her from her punishment, but hopefully she could keep him from realizing what was going on with Razor. And perhaps save her from an extra couple hits.
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Post by razor on Aug 20, 2006 8:11:32 GMT -5
Razor looked at the two and snorted, smirking crookedly at Nick. "Maybe you are whats best foah her, den. I see you aint lettin her get away....not dat she'd get far the way she's dressed, but still." He nodded, "You have my respect, dats foah sure."
Glaring at Flanna, his voice dropped at least an octave, cold and dark. "There's only one thing i have to say to you, b*tch. I nevah loved you eithah, and I'll be DAMNED if you evah see me again." Spinning on his heel, Razor pulled the cap low on his head and started to walk away.
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Post by nicky on Aug 20, 2006 12:40:29 GMT -5
Nick wathced the man walk away. Well, that had been interesting. He turned the oposite direction that Razor had gone in. "You get back to work," he said. He almost dared not to let her go for she'd run after who ever that had been... aparently they'd been together at some point. Nick knew nothing of it. He released her hand and kept an ever watchful eye on her. Who ever that man had been, and whatever connection they'd had in the past Nick would see to it that connection severed, one way or another.
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Post by flanna on Aug 21, 2006 0:37:13 GMT -5
Flanna nodded, knowing that her punishment would come once they got back--and she would recieve no cut at all from today.
But none of that really mattered, she thought as she turned around and started to weave her way through the crowd to start work again.
He loved her.
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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 11:56:31 GMT -5
*New Day*
Irish quietly stood, looking over the water. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do, but she had to find something. Irish walked down to the water's edge and sat on a rock, keeping her gaze on the city. She removed her hat and placed it down next to her, then reached back and untied her bronze hair; letting it fall behind her. She then slipped the vest off and put it next to her. Irish wasn't thinking, but just admiring; she tried not to think, afraid of what thoughts may cross her mind.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 17, 2006 20:41:34 GMT -5
Cheater had made her way off the bridge, still reading a paper. It was less interesting than she had thought at first, she had that much to say about it. Three whole pages on how they were going to raise the pay for factory workers by a cent.
Yes, how interesting.
Not noticing where she was going, she ran into something. Or rather, someone. She steadied herself and looked at the person she had run into. "I'm really sorry..."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 17, 2006 21:15:50 GMT -5
Wolf looked down at the girl who had slammed into him and raised an eyebrow. He didn't say a word, after all, she'd ran into him. He was a large guy, broad in his chest and shoulders, his dark gray eyes studied her face like he was boring into her soul. He grunted in response to her sorry.
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Post by irish on Sept 18, 2006 5:32:54 GMT -5
Irish turned and looked at the two people. She watched as the girl ran into the guy. Irish shook her head and looked back to the water. As she looked back out to the water, she tied her hair back, and placed her hat back onto her head. She soon saw sight of something along the waters edge; it was a dog... more specifically, her dog. He had run off somewhere this morning; Irish wasn't really sure, or cared though.
When the dog caught sight of Irish, it ran towards her, and jumped on the rock. She had about a split second to get her vest from being stepped on, but she got it. Patting Gin, she looked back to the girl and guy.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 19, 2006 18:35:39 GMT -5
"You've got such a way with words." She commented, raising an eyebrow at the boy and sitting down on a rock to finish reading her paper.
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Post by irish on Sept 19, 2006 20:20:46 GMT -5
Irish looked at the girl who had just sat on the large rock that Irish, also, was sitting on. She looked down at the paper and read over some of the stories. She shrugged as she looked at them, to here they weren't the best, but what mattered most was how well a newsie could improve the headlines. "You sell papes?" She asked, still looking down at the paper, instead of the girl.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 20, 2006 18:21:59 GMT -5
She was surprised the girl said anything to her, but shrugged. "Used to... do you?"
Cheater's eyes continued to move over the paper, looking for something interesting to read.
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Post by irish on Sept 20, 2006 19:47:35 GMT -5
Irish looked over to Gin (the dog) and shook her head. "Not yet." She admitted. She actually never really thought of actually doing it; but figured she get, at least, some money from it. Irish looked to Gin and sighed. She wasn't good with talking with people she didn't know... let alone people she did know. She might have had something to say if the girl did sell papes; but didn't really know where to go from here.
Irish stood up, but didn't walk up. She stood at about 5 feet tall, and held a stern, yet, not angry, expression. Her green eyes were closed slightly, her eye brows scrunched down. She actually looked relaxed in such an expression. She scanned the area; as was her way whenever she was somewhere new. She saw the boy that this girl had run into; but nobody else.
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