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Post by arianette on Oct 15, 2006 19:13:52 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Ariannette had been worried for some time. It was almost as if the Raconteurs had forgotten about her...she was alone now...and her food was now coming less regular than it had. It was almost as if they were forgetting about her.
Hearing the door open, she quickly moved to the side of the stair. She had been hoping as of late to slip out in a confusion..but she didn't know anymore.
Dodger came down the stairs, gun drawn--that was not a good sign. "Hey..lady...come out so I can take care of ya..."
Aria looked around quickly. Sounded like it was what she feared--they were going to off her. She found a large beem and while she was a bit unbalanced at it, said "Hey!"
Dodger turned around and got a face full of wood, knocking him clean out.
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Post by scaper on Oct 15, 2006 19:31:49 GMT -5
Clarence had followed Dodger all the way back to Queens. He realized the man had come back to a headquarters of some sort, and when he had entered he was suprised to have not found anyone around.
He rembered Red saying something about a basement, so he randomly opened a door, and followed the stairs down. He could barely see, but drew his gun, just in case.
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Post by arianette on Oct 15, 2006 19:35:12 GMT -5
Ariannette saw someone else coming down the stairs, and with a small yelp, she swung the board, only realizing a split second after she swung it, it was Clarence. "Crap! She yelled as she tried to stop the board.
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Post by scaper on Oct 15, 2006 19:39:20 GMT -5
Clarence felt a sudden pain in his shoulder., knocking him to the ground. He wasn't sure who had hit him ,until he had heard Ariannette yell. Well, it was a relief, in a way.
"Jesus, I know it's taken me a while, but did you have to beat me with a stick?" He stood back up, one arm grasping his shoulder.
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Post by arianette on Oct 15, 2006 19:41:38 GMT -5
Ariannette dropped the board, laughing both out of relief of seeing him, and just the humour of the situation. "Hey...I didn't get a card that you were coming." She blushed a bit, taking a step forward, but not breaching the total gap.
She knew he said he had forgiven her, but she wasn't so sure.
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Post by scaper on Oct 15, 2006 19:46:57 GMT -5
He noticed how she she seemed nervous to come any closer. He also noticed that she was in fact, pregnant.
"Well I decided to surprise you. And don't I get a hug or something?" Clarence took the other step forward and pulled her into his arms.
"I've missed you."
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Post by arianette on Oct 15, 2006 19:50:03 GMT -5
Aria finally sighed and a few tears hit her eyes, blaming her hormones. "Oh Clare..." She hugged him back as well she could with her belly, kissing him. "I missed you...I'm orry...I didn't meant to get caught this...everything." She was tearing up something aweful. "Damn the hormones."
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Post by scaper on Oct 15, 2006 19:57:38 GMT -5
"Hey, its ok." He tried to wipe the tears from her face.
"Please don't cry, or I will too, and to be honest I don't see how you have the energy in you to cry. You look tired."
He slipped one of her hands into his. "I think the first place we're going to go is home, so you can take a nap. Plus, I don't want our child to go crazy in there with all this stress."
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Post by arianette on Oct 15, 2006 20:03:45 GMT -5
Aria smiled and squeezed his hand. "Sorry. I don't mean to be off my head. Its been hard.." She sighed. "Harder for you, of course." She put a hand on her belly and smiled. He called it their child. Things were going to be okay in the end. She believed it. Even after all this hell.
"Lets...but if our home is a mess...I'll deal with you accordingly." She sighed. "You're right. I am exhausted."
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Post by scaper on Oct 15, 2006 20:14:33 GMT -5
It felt good to have the "old" Ariannette back.
"It's ok. We can talk about it all later, for now I just want to be happy that I'm with you, and get out of this place before someone comes down for us. "He had noticed the henchman unconscious on the floor, but hadn't said anything.
"The apartment's...fairly clean." he said with a grin as he led her up the stairs.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 25, 2006 13:56:56 GMT -5
*New Day*
Banshee walked down, and looked back up the stairs. She waited patiently for the men to bring the gimp down. She could wait for days, just as long as she got this chance.
Slowly her hand rose up to her eye, and she wondered what the gimp thought of her. With a stern shake of her head she showed her disgust towards herself, and that thought. 'who cares what a gimp thinks of me.' she said to herself.
Looking back up the stairs, her emotions turned, and she wanted to just beat the gimp up now; no more waiting. Waiting led to bad thoughts. The room was nice, very dark except for one little light. She blended well, so it was time to stand out a bit. She tied her red cloth around her forehead. It was an intimidation factor; you could barely see her, yet you knew she was there by the color red... the color of blood.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 25, 2006 22:24:17 GMT -5
Crutchy backed up to the wall..These people really WERE scum. Treating even those who might be interested in their deals. He winced, ready for what she was going to dish out. he just wished he had a way to fight back. Even iwth his bad leg he had always had better odds than this: tied up in a basement with nothing to hold onto.
"You know..this is cowardice, that's what this is."He nodded grimly. He was rarely serious and it hurt him to accuse her of such things. "Just let me go, all right?I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again. Got that?"
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 26, 2006 5:47:55 GMT -5
"Cowardice? Me?" She asked in an innocent way. "I'm not the one begging for my life; for as much as you may deny it, that's what you're doing." She told her, referring to him asking her to let him go.
She walked forwards to him, punched him across the chin, "That's for coming here." she said. She kicked him in, what she discovered, was his bad leg, his right. "That's for being a gimp." She said. It felt good to take things out on this gimp... she didn't know why, but she had a strong disliking for him.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 26, 2006 13:50:27 GMT -5
He glared, panting from the beating he was taking from her. At least before he had had some kind of defense.."Cowardice?That's not standing up for what you believe in and taking out your frustrations on someone who can't defend himself. THAT is cowardice. Want some more adjectives, huh?"He shouted back, spitting on her again. It was the only thing he could do it seemed but it was something. He tried to sit up but felt awkward with his bad leg hurting even worse..
She really had it in for him and they had only just met. What now? Would she ever let him go or would he be trapped there forever as a living punching bag?"You can't keep me here forever..besides, I'm sure you know one of my good friends is..Jack.Kelly."HE said slowly.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 26, 2006 15:34:21 GMT -5
Banshee shook her head, "Neva heard of him." She said. She had heard the name, but didn't really know the guy. "Anyways, how could a gimp like you have any good friends?" She asked in a very cynical way. "He's prob'ly only your friend because he pities you." She said with a sneer.
"You gimps... you walk around looking pathedic... getting all the attention. Everyone feels sympathy for you, they feel bad for you, they pity you!" She said, very angry. "You take the attention away from those people who need the pity, need people to help them... just because you can't see what's wrong with the person on the outside, doesn't mean they need help... no, but you gimps come around, and just take all that attention away." She said, punching him on the cheek.
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