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Post by nicky on Aug 14, 2006 20:45:47 GMT -5
((New Day))
Nick darkened the door way of the main Headquarters in Queens a smirk on his face and a woman in his grasp. And through thorough in spection one would find that it was Flanna. He walked into the main room and called out for his friend. "Nicholas!" he said, an obvious smile even in his voice.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 20:49:22 GMT -5
Nicholas was sitting, smoking his normal cigarrette.
Seeing Nick and Flanna, he smiled brightly. "Oh Nick, you did a wonderful job!" He stood up and walked over, holding Flanna's face in his fingers. "...now you look perfect." He kissed her forehead and looked up at Nick. "...you never fail to impress me, my friend."
"You will never believe what I have in the basement, however."
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Post by flanna on Aug 14, 2006 20:56:31 GMT -5
Flanna stood there, quietly, her green eyes wide but dead. Wearing a tight green corset and skirt--she looked like some sort of gambling hussy. There were bruises splayed across her chest and neck, and her left eye sported a large black bruise.
Her lip was scabbed up a bit, and her hands, at her sides, held three broken fingers.
Two were splinted, and the last one, her pinkie on her left hand, was still at a weird angle--she wasn't allowed to splint that. A perminant reminder of her tretchery.
But what was probably the worst thing--was her hair. It was cut to just above her shoulders, but the ebony locks were so tightly curled that it was hanging just below her ears. And her witches' kiss--had been cut out.
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Post by nicky on Aug 14, 2006 21:05:12 GMT -5
Nick smiled proudly at the girl beside him. He thought he'd done a pretty good job himself. He smiled at Nicholas with a nod.
But, the person in the basement caught his attention. "Please do tell. Whom have we managed to add to the ranks this time?" he said curiously. Nicholas was always one with a plan up his sleave. And to be honest, Nick wasn't going to complain about how things worked any time soon.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 21:12:56 GMT -5
Nicholas started walking towards the basement. "Oh...well you had mentioned we should take care of the cops...we'll I kidnapped Aria, that voluptuous French performer that Officer Carter is with."
He smirked. "You'll love this Nick--she's pregnant. And he didn't know."
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Post by nicky on Aug 14, 2006 21:16:55 GMT -5
Nick looked at Nicholas in disbelief and laughed right out loud. "Oh what a trusting relationship they had. Marvilous," he said with a smirk. "How could she be pregnant and not have him know it? After all, isn't it a bit obvious?" he said with a smirk as he followed Nicholas towards the basement. Better yet, being a performer, and French, he assumed she was rather... pretty.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 21:18:45 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. "Oh now...she isn't showing...I figure she hasn't known long...she mutters something about going to tell him."
He put on a mock look of pain. "...I hate to destroy a happy couple." He laughed. "But I have to do what I have to do..."
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Post by coop on Aug 19, 2006 8:16:08 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Coop walked into the builing, looking around. He spotted a few people standing about, so he decided to ask. "Any of you know where I can find Nicholas Goodwell?"
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Post by nick on Aug 19, 2006 10:16:02 GMT -5
Rodger and Dodger looked up from their game of cards and nodded. "Yes. We'll go get them." The twins always talked in unison when they were together--and they were hardly ever apart. A few minutes later, Nicholas came walking out, an unlit cigarette pushed between his lips.
He smiled slightly when he saw Coop, his face unreadable. "...you were asking for me, young man?"
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Post by coop on Aug 19, 2006 12:02:17 GMT -5
Coop nodded, walking towards him.
"Name's Coop," he said, holding out him hand to be polite. "I'm here about a sign I read outside the Queens lodging house. Says I should come here."
Coop looked around curiously. This place didn't look like a place where any "normal" jobs were given out, and Nicholas didn't really look like a businessman either.
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Post by nick on Aug 19, 2006 20:19:34 GMT -5
Nicholas waved Coop's hand away with a smile. "No need for formalities. I'm not some newspaper mogule who wants you to show your due respect." He seemed quite congenial.
"...so...looking for a job?" He struck a match, his dark face lighting up for a moment in the light, his dark eyes sparking for a moment, before the ember was the only light on his face.
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Post by coop on Aug 20, 2006 12:44:03 GMT -5
'I figured,' Coop thought.
He brought his hand back to his side. "Yeah."
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Post by nick on Aug 21, 2006 0:39:17 GMT -5
Nicholas gave the boy a one over. He clearly wasn't new to this game.
"..you'd be involved in some shady business. No killing involved, of course." He smirked a bit. "And the cops can't touch us. Its free flowing money all around."
He paused, looking over Coop again. "...we wouldn't have you be a pickpocket...you're too old...hmm..I do have some other work you could do, however."
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Post by coop on Aug 21, 2006 15:50:14 GMT -5
Coop put his head down for a moment and when he brought it back up there was something different about him. The look in his eye was both mischievous and maniacal. He hadn't got that look or felt this way for a very long time. It took over his entire being. It was like he was a different person. He smirked. "Whaddiya have in mind?"
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Post by nick on Aug 21, 2006 16:21:56 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. Oh...this boy wasn't new to this.
"Money laundering. Tough mannin'...makin' sure our 'keeps' stay in line." He took a long drag off his cigarette. "oh...maybe some minor burgerly."
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