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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 18:57:29 GMT -5
Blade sighed softly, slipping off his chair and over to the kitchen, pouring a glass water and getting a wet rag. He was the older brother...and Razor needed him right now.
He had never seen the kid like this. It was bad. Kneeling next to Razor, he put the water down and put the rag on the back of his neck. "Breathe brother..."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:00:07 GMT -5
Razor was breathing hard, shoulders shaking with the force of the tears he wasn't going to let fall. Claws tore at him, and he could only gulp at the water and try and get a breath into his lungs. Every breath of air hurt, burned.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 19:02:15 GMT -5
Blade shook his head, rubbing his brother's back a bit. "...God, Razor...what did you do to piss them off?...that is...her finger...isn't it?"
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:04:08 GMT -5
Razor's hand tightened around the glass, not even realizing it. "Yah." He whispered, "Her finger....because i caught her with my wallet." Because i caught her. His grip tightened even more and the glass shattered in his hand.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 19:06:47 GMT -5
Blade let out a string of curses as the glass shattered. "Damn Larkin..." He wrapped the cloth around Razor's hands, shaking his head. "You gotta get ahold of yourself..." He was being unusually calm and kind, but his brother needed it. "This ain't helpin' her."
He continued. "...you caught her? Why didn't ya just grab her then?"
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:09:24 GMT -5
Razor didn't even really notice he had broken the glass, looking in interest as his brother wrapped the cloth around his hand. At his statement, his eyes narrowed a little, shaking his head to clear it. His fault, but he could fix it still.
"....Because i..." He groaned and put his face in his hand. "I dont know...I should have, i guess, but then they would have come after us, and i dont run from a fight. I...God, Cill, i dont know!"
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 19:13:00 GMT -5
Blade rubbed the other's back still, amazed at the turn in Razor. This wasn't good at all. "Calm down...you were probably just surprised. Why...did you let on that you loved her? Or is this just their reaction to getting caught."
He was talking a bit to him self, trying to reason it out, and how to fix it.
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:16:09 GMT -5
Razor shook his head, "No, i didn't. I was cruel, insensitive, told her i never wanted to see her again, and that i hated her. It's not true of course, and the man with her certainly didn't seem to catch on..." He closed his eyes behind his hand. "But...What if she didn't even know what i meant? She was barely there, Cill, they broke her and i dont know if i can fix her." A single tear slid down his face, glittering. "They broke my beautiful goil, my match..."
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 19:25:10 GMT -5
Bladed snapped sharply. "Hey!" He shoved Razor a bit. "...Stop it. You languishing ain't going to help her. If you give up, if you keep lamintain', might as well start finding people who need body parts...or kiss that little bit you still saw in her goodbye."
He smiled softly. "If she loves you as much as you do her, no matter how broken she is--some part of her still knows that. She ain't lost."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:31:06 GMT -5
His brother drew in a sharp breath, biting his lip, rubbing that tear away with the back of his hand. "Yah..." He took a deep breath and got himself under control. "Yah, I have to believe that. I will believe that."
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 19:37:31 GMT -5
Bladed sighed. "It's okay little brother...If you think she is worthy of ya, and is as tough as she was...she ain't lost. Just...misplaced. Ya can get her back."
He stood to get the broom to clean up the glass. "...I'll help her out too."
That was saying a lot, as well.
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 19:40:44 GMT -5
Razor looked up at him with surprise and shock in his eyes. And gratitude. Lots of gratitude. "...Thank you, Cillian." He whispered before getting to his feet a little shakily.
He took comfort in knowing that he would not rest until he got retribution, and more. Flicking his wrist, he slid his knife down into his hand and threw it to the side. It hit the wood, thrumming. Retribution...Vengance. Revenge.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 13:11:23 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Spot had just left Patrick Darcy's headquarters, and was fuming. HE had been insulted and malinged. He wouldn't standfor it.
Time to bring out Razor and Blade. He was going to knock but there was no...door.
"Razor! Blade!"
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 16:26:52 GMT -5
"Spot?" Razor asked as he stepped out of his room, looking tired. "What's goin on?" His eyes cleared as he saw the other's face, "What happened, leadah?"
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 16:30:48 GMT -5
Spot raised an eyebrow. "This place looks like crap. What happened to the door?" Something was going on, and he didn't like not knowing.
"Some damn group is trying to take my newsies. I want you send them a message." He strode into the room, the small boy fuming. His cane kept taptaping in his hand.
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