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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 18:57:10 GMT -5
Murder flinched, but made no noise, though his grip hurt her a bit, and being yanked around on her feet didn't help her limp. "...no...what gave you that idea?" She shook her head. "Not that bright, are you?" Given, it was more like she wasn't that bright--she was the one who had gotten her ass beat.
"Can I take off my jacket, or are you going to toss me out?" She didn't back down from him.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:00:37 GMT -5
He stared her down a moment before he shrugged, his lips quirked a bit. This girl was deffinently something else. He went into the kitchen and started to put some water on the stove to boil before he looked back at her bruised skin, he growled a bit before he walked back.
"I wont toss you out, though I am curious as to how you found me. But also as to the why you were looking.."
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:04:49 GMT -5
"...asked around. I know how to find someone if I want to." She paused. "And as silly as it sounds...a stupid tarot reading made me seek you out." She blushed a little, making her brusises look black. She didn't know why she was being honest with him. She wouldn't have been before.
She limped over to a chair, taking off her jacket, revealing brusies riddled over her back, arms, chest. She seemed to be breathing shallower from under her corset. "Amazing..not only do corsets give me a waist and help my assets, they keep broken ribs in place. Wonders will never cease." She snorted and watched him with some curiosity. Why was he boiling water?
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:12:48 GMT -5
Wolf walked back tot he stoave and tested the water, it wasn't hot, but it was warm enough, he poured it into a bowl and grabbed a cloth from a draw. He walked over, setting the bowl in the table before he brushed her hair from her neck to check the injuries.
"I seem to have had the same idea.." he murmured, his eyes focusing on hers. The deep grey of his eyes were like smoke as he watched her.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:15:57 GMT -5
Murder raised an eyebrow. "...I don't think that made much sense." She didn't know what he was refering to. The corset or the tarot. Either would apply, with equally different meanings.
She stepped back from his hands as if bit, stumbling a bit. A very colourful curse flew out of her mouth. She limped back to a standing position. "I'm fine." She loved his eyes, but cursed them. Always set her at ill ease...set her off her normal kilter.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:24:38 GMT -5
Wolf smirked a bit and handed her the cloth out of the bowl. "The reading, if my sister had been alive, she would have given me a reading that I wouldn't have had to interpret myself.." he folded his arms acrosss his broad chest and watched her quietly.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:31:09 GMT -5
Murder scowled and handed him back the cloth. She was fine. "...yeah..." She closed her eyes. His sister was a tarot reader?...He looked so familiar....but that was a crazy thought. Tarot readings were never THAT obvious. "...younger or older? Your sister?"
She watched him, her breathing hitching a bit because her heart was beating faster. Maybe.. "Do what you want. I won't stop you...I'll just screw it up if I try whatever you were going to do with the water." Any large movements hurt too much.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:36:35 GMT -5
He shook his head and took the cloth from her, rolling is eyes a bit. He sighed darkly, wondering why he was saying anything at all about it. "My twin sister," he murmured as he brushed the cloth along her neck, seeing where she'd need stitches if she needed any at all. The girl looked like she'd been used for a personal punching bag.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:40:14 GMT -5
His...twin? She closed her eyes trying to picture.....and saw her. She opened her eyes and looked hard and Wolf, but her eyes revealed nothing. Oh hell....things had gotten much much more complicated. But she wasn't about to tell him...or ever tell him her real name. Damn stupid 7 of diamonds. Crap card. Crap fates.
As if reading his mind she said softly. "...Nick had a bad day. Decided to use me to vent all agression. My fault though." She looked around. "May I sit?" She was overwhelmed by what she just found out, and the pain from where he was touching was a bit much. She wasn't about to pass out in front of him.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:45:05 GMT -5
He motioned with his head towards the chair, his eyes watched her curiously. She'd switched awfully quickly. He growled a bit, in his mind, killing this Nick person would save him some problems in the long run, but there was still that he was on his own. The boys weren't backing him at the moment. Not until he'd done what he'd set out to do. Even though razor DID in fact owe him a few favors. He shurgged a bit as he looked at her.
"Is your knee dislocated?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:47:29 GMT -5
Murder shrugged. "...not...not anymore. I pushed it back in later that night." She remembered how much that hurt, flinching a bit. "...but its still sore and stiff. The hip and leg brusies don't help." She didn't know why she was telling him these things. She really didn't. She didn't know why she was letting him help her, or why he was even helping her.
"Flanna okay?" This had better not been for nothing.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 19:53:14 GMT -5
He smirked at that and rolled his eyes a bit. "She's a resiliant little thing. I took her to Razor, ended up spending the better part of my day with her. I have a feeling she was be fine, given some time." he brushed the cloth across her cheek, trying to see the damage. Gypsys were more then tramps, theives and tarot readers. They were healers, his sisters had taken to all fascets of the life they'd lived. Being the only boy, he'd gotten many lectures on all aspects. "You'll heal... given time and rest.."
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 19:55:53 GMT -5
Murder flinched a bit. "Watch the nose, Wolfie." She shrugged. "...glad Flanna'll be fine. And I dont have much time to 'rest' as you say...I'll accept the concequences." She watched him, a little wall in her eyes going down. This was just something he did, didn't really mean anything. She told herself that.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 20:05:39 GMT -5
He nodded at that and tossed the cloth to the bowl, grabbing one of the wodden chairs and sitting on it backwards. He was still curious what this reading had fortold if she was there at all, he was silent for a long while as he studied her from his safe, five foot, distance. It was safer for both of them if he didn't touch.
"..my sister used to say... it wasn't curiousity that killed the cat. It was framed by stupidity," saying that for the himself then to her, he got up and went back to the stove to make him some tea. Normally, he'd settle for a good brandy but seeing as he he didn't have the money for that he was stuck with the tea.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 20:09:16 GMT -5
Murder smirked and rummaged in her jacket pocket, pulling out a flask. "I've been drinking this to keep the pain away....seems to me you might need some." She paused. "And your sister was right." She rememebred that phrase as well. Always to Murder...cause she always did things to get her nearly killed.
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