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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 17:50:48 GMT -5
Nick kept a tight hold on Flanna's hand. He refused to let go, and was by far stronger than her. He pinned her wrist to the table. He wasn't going to stop. As far as he was concerned, she needed to be taught a lesson, and he was making himself the teacher. "I'd hold still if I were you, because one little slip and you'll regret it even more than you already do," he said glaring down at her, his tight hand still gripping her wrist.
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Post by flanna on Aug 22, 2006 17:56:03 GMT -5
Flanna suddenly froze up. If this was going to happen, she might as well go to it with a bit of dignity--its all she had left.
She just hoped he didn't slip.
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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 18:02:15 GMT -5
Nick's glare moved back to Flanna's hand currently resting on the table. She was scared, and he knew it, and it made him smile. He slowly raised the knife then quickly brought it down on Flanna's broken finger taking it clean off of her hand. Once it was off he released her, but kept the knife in his hand.
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Post by flanna on Aug 22, 2006 18:05:02 GMT -5
Flanna never screamed. She never even felt the pain. She simply saw the knife slamm down, and her hand free of a finger. Stairing at the blood....she passed out.
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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 18:11:46 GMT -5
Nick took the knife towards the kitchen. She wouldn't bleed to death, it was just a finger, she couldn't lose enough blood that way. He left the broken finger on the table, but in the kitchen he washed the knife off and placed it back where he could find it. He was certain she'd never pull a stunt like that again. Just a matter of what to do with the finger he'd taken off now. He smiled at the thought of sending it to that man they'd met. The sheer thought of it was entertaining.
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Post by muder on Aug 23, 2006 14:39:34 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Murder knocked on the door of the headquarters, adjusting her corset and skirt, making sure her curls still looked good. She had a mission, and she was deterimined to get waht she wanted--if that meant using her wiles to get it, so be it.
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Post by nicky on Aug 23, 2006 14:49:20 GMT -5
At the knock at the door Nick stood up from a chair and a book. He'd have to continue that later. It was boring him anyway, and if it hadn't been for miss Flanna he'd be out looking for potential helpers... which he should be doing sometime soon anyway. He opened the door to see Murder standing outside. He looked down at her with a raised brow. "Can I help you?" he asked quietly with a small and sly smile on his face. She was pretty.
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Post by muder on Aug 23, 2006 14:53:59 GMT -5
Murder gestured to her throat and then made a few more, motioning that she had been sent from Nicholas to keep him company. She poked him in the chest gently, her finger sliding down a bit before she smirked. She slid into the place, looking around. Not as nice as the Queens house, but still acceptable.
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Post by nicky on Aug 23, 2006 15:17:02 GMT -5
He nodded slowly, he understood... most of that, so he backed up to let her come in. "Well, glad to see Nicholas has made a few friends," he said with a smirk in her general direction. He closed the door and walked towards her. "How are things in Queens anyway?"
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Post by muder on Aug 23, 2006 15:27:24 GMT -5
Murder gave a thumbs up and gestured that there were three new recurits beside her, all male. She gestured about, meaning that his loding house seemed a bit sparse. She smirked, her eyes flashing. At least Nick was attractive.
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Post by nicky on Aug 23, 2006 15:38:10 GMT -5
Nick shrugged a little. "Yeah, it is a little," he said. "I've been meaning to do some redecorating, but haven't gotten around to it yet." He walked up to her and placed an arm around her waist. "Of course... I'll welcome the help of a pretty girl like you," he said quietly.
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Post by muder on Aug 23, 2006 15:48:30 GMT -5
Murder smirked and saw what he was doing. He was testing her. She figured that out of them, he was probably the most willing to resort to hard violence towards women.
Reaching up she touched his hair, gently, winking. Oh yes, she could help sort this place out. And rise in ranks as she did it.
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Post by nicky on Aug 23, 2006 22:55:34 GMT -5
He took her motions as a yes. Which was good because this place really could use some help, and heknew so little about it. He smiled at her slyly. "Glad you agree to help," he said raising a brow to her, the same smile still on his face. He held her closer, "so where do you think we should start?" he asked.
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Post by muder on Aug 24, 2006 13:26:56 GMT -5
Murder smirked and leaned up, almost brushing her lips with Nick, and pulled back quickly, disengaging herself to get a better look at the room. She saw a bloodstain on a table and on the floor nearby. She shook her head and motioned that they couldn't just have bloodstains lying about.
Wonder who's blood this is...
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Post by nicky on Aug 26, 2006 17:03:12 GMT -5
"Heh, right, no blood. Sorta forgot to clean that up," he said. Oops. He'd have to make sure that he was more careful about that, incase anyone were to drop by to say hello. "Okay, so we've got a start, need a new table and... a rug, or something. What else?"
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