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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 23, 2006 5:45:55 GMT -5
Banshee smiled, his balance was off, he was just a gimp with nothing good. She ducked under the punch, and simply reached out her hand to push his right leg while she was down. After the quick push, she turned and walked away as she stood, listening to Nicholas. Once she was back beside him, she gave the gimp a grin as she watched him trying to hold his balance. "It's ok... I'm not hurt." She said. "What harm could a gimp do?" She asked, looking at the gimp.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 23, 2006 21:33:33 GMT -5
It took everything to keep Crutchy from falling all over thefloor. He wouldn't let them have that kind of pleasure..not these creeps. He was almost afraid to leave Gimmick alone with them What if she really DID turn to their side?It would be all his fault..
"As soon as you learn that I'm NOT damaged goods..and I have a name. It's Crutchy. And it's NOT gimp."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 24, 2006 2:03:02 GMT -5
"Aw, just be quite." She said, shaking her head. Her tone showing her annoyance of him here. She stood there, very still, wanting to go forwards to take him down; all it would take would be one good tackle. But she couldn't, not after Nicholas telling her to come back. She stood there, stretching her fingers, and half wondering if this Gimp would leave before anything worse happened to him.
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Post by nick on Oct 24, 2006 12:03:34 GMT -5
Nicholas rolled his eyes. "You try my patience. And..." He smirked. "I honestly feel that my skills have been not put to use..."
Snapping his fingers, two of his large henchmen appeared, grabbing Crutchy by his arms, lifting him up a bit.
"Put him in the Basement and tie him up."
He looked over at Banshee. "You'll have your fun yet..."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 24, 2006 14:40:01 GMT -5
Banshee smiled, "So where are your friends now?" She asked, a glimmer in her eyes as she awaited the fun Nicholas promised her. She had been standing to Nicholas' right, meaning her blind side; the side of her grey eye. She wondered what he'd do if he found out she was blind, considering the way he was treating this gimp.
Through her thought, she hadn't let her smile fade away, and was still excited. Hopefully he wouldn't notice her grey eye.
She completely dropped that thought and stepped a little closer to Crutchy. She wore loose black pants, and a black button-down shirt a few sizes too large to hide herself. In her back pocket hung a strip of red cloth. She usually wore this across her forehead and tied in the back, a trademark of her's that she adopted when she tore the cloth off of a victim of her's.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 24, 2006 22:11:14 GMT -5
He glared, hearing the menace in the other man's voice. He struggled feebly, feeling ridiculous without his crutch..He couldn't even balance let alone stand without it. "THey don't know I'm here."He glared back at her, wishing that Gimmick would DO something. She hadn't even said anything since they arrived. Would she even still go through with it?
"I ain't goin' into no basement with you. You can be sure of that. Hey..what's wrong with your eye?"He asked, finally noticing something strange about her..perhaps he could use that against her.
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Post by nick on Oct 24, 2006 22:33:43 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked and put his knife away. Not a good sign. Snapping his fingers again, the henchmen dragged Crutchy towards the basement.
"...You aren't? That's funny gimp...I do believe you are." With that the henchmen dragged him into the basement, slamming the door behind them.
Nicholas turned to Banshee and gesturing casually towards the basement. "Think you can handle having some...fun with him?" He raised an eyebrow. He had noticed Banshee's bad eye first thing, but injuries like that sometimes came with the business. Didn't keep her from her job. And that was the important thing.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 25, 2006 13:51:45 GMT -5
Banshee looked at him with a grin, ignoring the gimps question, "I'll have a good 'ole time with him." She said, talking as if she were a young girl going out to play with a bunch of friends. She turned towards the basement and jumped a head of the guys holding gimpy... or whatever his name was, and looking back she added, "I'm sorry you'll miss this." She said with a shrug.
She then turned to the pathedic gimp, "Slow and painful, or quick and fearful?" She asked. As she turned and walked down to the basement her words slowly rose back up into the room, "Slow and painful." She said, making the Decision for him.
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Post by smokes on Oct 30, 2006 20:17:17 GMT -5
((New Day))
Smokes walked back through the main door of the Raconteur's place. She fingered the jewels and wallet in the pit of her coat pocket. It had only been a day since she was last here, but it felt like much longer. She walked over to the nearest chair and sat down, waiting for Nicholas to appear.
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Post by nick on Oct 31, 2006 0:57:47 GMT -5
Nicholas slipped down the stairs, and when he saw Smokes he flashed a bright smiled. "Why hellow there Smokes...do you come baring gifts?"
He lit a cigarette, taking a long puff.
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Post by smokes on Oct 31, 2006 8:30:51 GMT -5
Smokes stood with a smile on her face. She nodded and pulled the wallet and ring from her pocket. The site of the ring for the second time made her eyes glow.
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Post by nick on Oct 31, 2006 16:56:03 GMT -5
Nicholas smiled and took the wallet, then studied the ring. "Very very nice...more than acceptible I'd say..." He took a drag on his cigarette and looked down at her.
"Much better than I hoped..." He went into the wallet, pulling out two tens. "Here's your cut."
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Post by smokes on Oct 31, 2006 22:58:11 GMT -5
"Thanks." Smokes took the two tens and put them into her pocket, and just like that it was all gone. She couldn't say he hadn't thought about keepin the two things and just leavin New York all together, but the thought quickly left her head. That would be a more than stupid idea. She turned and started to walk away.
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Post by digger on Nov 9, 2006 19:49:28 GMT -5
Digger walked into the Racontuers HQ, he wasn't late really. He'd finally managed to make his interview. Now he just had to hope that Nicholas Goodwell was in a talking mood. He needed this story in a way.
To prove that he had what it takes to make it.
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Post by nick on Nov 9, 2006 20:01:24 GMT -5
Nicholas was sitting at his desk, smoking a clove cigarette as usual. He kicked his legs off the desk when Digger came in, raising an eyebrow. "And who might you be?" He said smoothly, watching as his bodyguards casually moved behind Digger.
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