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Post by nick on Oct 6, 2006 23:15:34 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. There was the Fletcher he liked to see. "...borrow Red?...can I know why?" He normally wouldn't asked...but the crazy one always had some far fetched idea.
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Post by fletcherthoms on Oct 6, 2006 23:24:50 GMT -5
"Oh, yenno... beer, torture... frien'ly conversation," Fletcher shrugged, flipping the blade from his left hand to his right without a pause.
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Post by nick on Oct 6, 2006 23:30:00 GMT -5
Nicholas smiled evily, lighting a clove cigarette. "....indeed. Then do whatever you wish with him, good sir." He gestured to the basement. "He is down there for your pleasure."
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Post by lilshrimp on Oct 6, 2006 23:31:29 GMT -5
Shrimp came back in, gasping for breath. He had been running from the cops again and had failed to pick up anything that Nicholas would consider valuable. Maybe he owuldn't hit him this time. That was his only hope as he presented small trinkets.
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Post by nick on Oct 6, 2006 23:34:17 GMT -5
Nicholas sighed. "Oh and Fletcher?" He gestured at Shrimp. "Take this pipsqueek with you. He annoys me."
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Post by lilshrimp on Oct 6, 2006 23:35:19 GMT -5
Shrimp winced, backing away. He was glad he wasn't getting the worst from Nicholas today..but Fletcher?HE couldn't count many worser demons than the two of them. And take him where?
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Post by fletcherthoms on Oct 6, 2006 23:56:26 GMT -5
A smile tugged at the corners of Fletcher's lips, though his eyebrow rose. This kid, eh? Ah well... He sighed, leaning over to Shrimp and, putting his hand on the back of the kid's neck, leading him away from Nicholas with a nod toward his friend.
Going through a door and down a hallway a ways to an empty room, Fletcher looked down at Shrimp in a 'you knooow..' fasion and told him to stay there and to not. Move. And then turned and went to go fetch dearest Reddikins from the basement for their over-due conversation.
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Post by lilshrimp on Oct 7, 2006 0:00:39 GMT -5
Shrimp stood there, almost shivering his eyes wide. What now?Where had he gone?How long was he supposed to stay there?He stayed quiet..trying his best to remain frozen, almost as if he wasn't even there.
"What...where do you..I mean..I can just..get.."He stopped, not knowing what else to say, eyes still wide.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 13, 2006 5:45:03 GMT -5
*New Day*
Banshee walked towards the door and gave a quick knock. She had heard about this place from some guys in the alley, and wanted to check it out. It seemed like her kind of place. She waited at the door, a little tired from nights of restless sleep. She stayed standing, and even though her brownish/blonde hair was tied up, it still hung below her shoulders. She looked at the door, waiting for it to open with dull green eyes that showed a constant state of sorrow.
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Post by smokes on Oct 14, 2006 14:53:04 GMT -5
Smokes walked along the streets, her hat pulled low over her eyes. She was headed towards Brooklyn to settle things with her now old gang. It wouldn't be easy, but it was something that had to be done. As she walked, she thought about the Raconteurs. She'd heard of them before and her gang was loosely connected to them. She stopped in front of their headquarters. She noticed someone standing out in front of the door. She walked up to the door, ignoring the gut feeling that told her to just turn around. She turned to the girl, pushing the door open. "Just open the door."
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Post by nick on Oct 14, 2006 17:22:15 GMT -5
One of Nicholas' henchmen was standing near the door when it opened. "Can I help you, ladies?" He said softly, his arms crossed.
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Post by smokes on Oct 14, 2006 17:56:45 GMT -5
Smokes looked up at the man. "I'm lookin' for whoever's in charge."
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Post by nick on Oct 14, 2006 18:02:17 GMT -5
The man motioned for them to follow him, and lead them into the large room. In the back was Nicholas' desk, where he was sitting with his legs propped up, smoking his clove cigarette.
"Oh my...seems some pretty things have stumbled across my path." He smiled and stood. "Welcome to my humble Headquarters. What can I do for you." His eyes and smile were as warm as he could manage, but were still cold.
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Post by smokes on Oct 14, 2006 18:10:20 GMT -5
Smokes smiled the best she could, but it only turned out to be a small grin. She looked at the man who looked friendly enough, but there was still something sinister about him. If she wasn't use to that look, it would've scared her straight out of there. She looked at the girl beside her and when she didn't answer, Smokes just decided to speak for herself. "Well, I'm Smokes. I'm lookin' for a job."
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Post by nick on Oct 14, 2006 18:13:42 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked slightly and stepped out from behind the desk to lean in front of hit, closer to the girl. "Oh...and what do you think you are good at...Smokes." He took a long drag off his cigarette, regarding her. "We have various things for girls..some better than others."
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