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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 17:42:48 GMT -5
Blade groaned, but his eyes were hard. "What the hell were you thinking, Razor? What happened. I want details." He was the older brother, and Razor better tell him exactly what happened.
Messing with Spot was no light matter.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:44:39 GMT -5
"There's nothing to explain. He wanted something, i couldn't do it. He insulted my goil, i insulted him." He looked up, eyes hard. "I threatened to burn down Brooklyn with him in it just to protect Flanna, and i meant every damn word i said, dammit."
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 17:50:22 GMT -5
Blade sighed. "...what the hell were you thinking, Razor?" He knew his brother was implusive and protective...but Spot was his leader. He should have known.
And now it put Blade in an impossibly sticky situation. He was sworn to Brooklyn, but Razor was his brother, and he loved him.
He was going to have to think this through.
"You know how he feels about Flanna. What did he ask you to do?"
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:53:39 GMT -5
"Give them a message." He murmurred, staggering to his feet. God, that cane hurt. "I told him i couldn't because i was involved. Its not that hard to figure out. He could have just bloody asked you!" He leaned on the edge of the table and cursed.
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 18:00:37 GMT -5
Blade shook his head. "Larkin...but why did you do that? Go flying off the handle?" He sighed. "I hope your happy....I really hope you think you're clever."
He didnt meant it in a harsh way...but it was bad. "Well...he didn't ask me, Razor. He asked you...and he stll would have been upset with you if he asked me. Though maybe not as much--I have diplomacy on my side."
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 18:06:13 GMT -5
Razor stood straight, taking a deep breath. "Yes, i did. And no, im not happy, im not clever...In fact, im pretty damn stupid. But you know what, i dont care. Im not the same person, Cill, im different...changed somehow. Im tired of playing by Spot's rules... But you wouldn't understand." He sighed, "Ill just get my stuff."
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 18:08:20 GMT -5
Blade sighed. "No...don't. Stay here...we'll try get to get you back on Spot's good side when he get's back. We can patch this up. You can still be a member of the body guards."
He sat down. "...This will work out. And well..if you have to leave, you have to. But not tonight."
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 18:11:27 GMT -5
"I dont want to be." He said softly. "I want to be with you, brother, but im not going to do it being ruled by Spot. He needs to learn that this is a partnership. All three of us protect Brooklyn....Or none of us do. We'd be too busy fighting amongst ourselves."
He shook his head, "Ya know...i can try and do something good for someone else, and it gets thrown back in my face. Thats how it always is isnt it? No good deed goes unpunished."
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 18:18:28 GMT -5
Blade raised an eyebrow. "...no. Spot is my leader. I'm loyal to him as my boss. I understand its less of a partnership. You need to understand that too, Larkin. "
Blade nodded. "Well...you have to grin and bear it. Your good deed of seeing Flanna got her finger chopped off...so yes. Your good deed didn't go unpunished."
He paused. "You just haven't been thinking."
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 18:22:03 GMT -5
Razor stiffened, "Damn you, brother." His voice was soft, calm even. That made he was extremely mad, wanting to kill something. "I have been thinking, and thats the problem. I need to leave, really. Go somewhere else. Find Flanna and go."
His eyes were sad as he shook his head, "It'd be easier for everyone. But, seriously, Spot needs to get a grip, and so do you. You two deserve each other."
He stormed into his room.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 25, 2006 15:06:38 GMT -5
((New Day))
Wolf had a gentle hold on Flanna as he knocked on the door. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this, she only mirrored the woman that Razor had described and he hoped that his friend could handle it. He'd looked almost pathetic when he'd seen him at the bar. He glanced down at Flanna and rolled his eyes a bit as he waited for someone to answer the door.
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Post by flanna on Sept 25, 2006 15:09:19 GMT -5
Flanna realized where she was, but didn't say a word. She wasn't sure if this was the right thing...Nick would be mad. If he got her again, bad things would happen. She stuffed her bad hand in her pocket, not looking at the man next to her.
She didn't know who he was, but she figured he could hurt her too. So she stayed quiet, staring off into space.
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Post by razor on Sept 25, 2006 15:29:35 GMT -5
It took Razor a second to open the door, mostly because he hardly stayed there, after the fight with his brother. But he was trying to work around it, slowly getting what was left of his life without Flanna back together. It wasn't much.
"Yah, what is...." He froze, literally froze.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 25, 2006 15:36:26 GMT -5
Wolf stood there, his arms folded. His fists were a bit bloody and he was not to happy about how he's gotten them that way. He raised an eyebrow at Razor and stood back
"Is this yours?" he asked raising an eyebrow at his friend.
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Post by flanna on Sept 25, 2006 15:38:32 GMT -5
Flanna, meanwhile, was staring at her feet, not wanting to look at Razor. She was...she was a shell of her old self. It was like the old Flanna never existed.
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