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Post by razor on Aug 11, 2006 20:28:23 GMT -5
"Well well, what a perfect picture you make." Razor said in a deep, husky, morning voice as he leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face. "Its nice to wake up and have my goil in the kitchen...feels like family."
He walked toward her, tilting her head up with one finger to give her a kiss. "Good mornin."
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Post by mimic on Aug 11, 2006 20:36:51 GMT -5
Mimic stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and blinking blurredly. His hair was a mop of scraggly brown curls, but he hardly cared, at the moment. After all, there was chocolate around here somewhere. Now he just had to regain his vision enough to find it.
After a second of adjusting to the light, he glanced around, eyes immediately finding the pancakes. With a muttered "G'mornin'" he made his way over to the table. With a small smirk, he squeezed some chocolate syrup over his pancakes before beginning to devour his--hardly healthy--meal.
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Post by flanna on Aug 11, 2006 20:40:23 GMT -5
Flanna kissed Razor back. "...yeah. I like that idea." Family is something she was so happy to have back. And to have it with Razor was perfect.
Laughing softly at the drowsy boy who was consuming the pancakes, she pushed the chocolate milk towards him. "Don't eat too fast hun." She sat down at the table, nodding with satisfaction as she took a bite. They were good. "Come on Raz..join in."
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Post by razor on Aug 11, 2006 20:54:24 GMT -5
The trainer slid into a chair, a little drowsy to do much more then a few bites before he had to blink, clearing his vision. Moving his neck around, he stretched, muscles tight and a little sore from the constant riding. Not that he minded. He enjoyed it too much to mind.
"They're delicious." He said as he took a few more bites. He was watching Mimic eat with a grin. The kid loved chocolate. There was no getting around it.
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Post by mimic on Aug 12, 2006 17:52:18 GMT -5
Mimic slowed himself down a bit, taking a gulp of chocolate milk and grinning, a new milk mustache in place. He quickly finished off the rest of his pancakes, resisting the urge to lick the plate clean of the remaining chocolate syrup. It was the best meal he'd had in a long time, and usually he'd make sure he'd finished it all off. But it didn't seem like the most polite thing to do at the moment.
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Post by flanna on Aug 12, 2006 19:34:48 GMT -5
Flanna laughed. "Glad everyone loves them." She smirked and finished hers off. "Well Mimic, do you want me to walk you back to Queens, or do you want to go on your own?" She wanted to give Mimic the choice. "Either way you get that chocolate I have left from last night."
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Post by mimic on Aug 12, 2006 20:02:47 GMT -5
"I'se can find my way home," ...hopefully. He was too stubborn to admit otherwise. However, the young Queens' kid's face brightened at the mention of chocolate, and he looked hopefully at Flanna. Mimic'd probably go swimming in the murky Central Park waters if somebody told him there was chocolate down there.
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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 11:48:19 GMT -5
Flanna smiled softly. "...I'm sure you can. I'll walk you down a bit though, just to make sure--but not that far. I gots papers to sell." She laughed and stood up, preparing a bag filled with the german chocolate. "...just make it last! I won't be able to get more for a bit!"
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Post by mimic on Aug 13, 2006 16:59:01 GMT -5
Mimic was about to object, but was silenced at seeing the bag of chocolate. Deciding he'd rather be escorted partically the way there with chocolate rather than go all the way without, he merely nodded, picking up his and placing it over the scraggly brown mess that was his hair. Eyeing the chocolate, he stood, ready to get out of Brooklyn.
"Let's go!" he declared, actually sounding like an excited kid for once.
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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 17:03:12 GMT -5
FLanna laughed. "Okay okay!" She kissed Razor softly. "...I'll see you tonight." She ran a hand through his blonde hair, about to say something, but decided against it. "Try and take it easy..I'll be to tired to give you a massage"
With a smirk she grabbed the chocolate and opened the door, heading out! "Off we go Mimic!"
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Post by razor on Aug 13, 2006 17:05:22 GMT -5
Razor opened his mouth to say something, but just shook his head with a smile. "Be careful, you two." Flanna... he corrected himself, unable to shake a feeling he had been having. It stayed with him as he finished, as he cleaned up, as he got ready for work. He was sure it was going to stay all day.
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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 17:08:18 GMT -5
<<later that night>>
Flanna felt like she was being followed. She chalked it up to simple paranoia of being in Brooklyn at night, but still, she couldn’t shake the feeling. Sighing, she started to put her key into her apartment, but it wouldn’t go in. Growling in frustration, she lit a match, and realized why her key was meeting resistance—there was puddy over the keyhole. Black puddy. At that moment, her stomach dropped to her toes, and she started backing up, ready to make a speedy exit…but it was too late. She saw the burning ember of a cigarette, and the unmistakable smell of cloves. She whispered, fear in her voice. “…Nicholas.”
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Post by nick on Aug 13, 2006 17:11:06 GMT -5
“…Oh good. You haven’t forgotten your dear old boss.” Stepping out of the darkness, he pressed towards Flanna, making sure she had no easy exit. “I have to say I am impressed, my dear girl. You were able to disappear for two years on us, given we didn’t look very hard initially, but my…first Queens, then Brooklyn?! I was scared I’d never find you.” A cruel smirk spread across his lips. “But I’m so glad I did. Couldn’t live without our dear, Flanna, best pickpocket in all of New York, now…could we?”
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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 17:14:03 GMT -5
Finally finding her strength, Flanna flicked her switchblade out of her pocket, pointing it at Nicholas. “You aren’t taking me without a fight. You…you can’t make me go back there!” This wasn’t the Flanna most people knew—this one was scared and frantic. She had left the life of a pickpocket for a reason—it was the Raconteurs.
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Post by nick on Aug 13, 2006 17:15:57 GMT -5
He didn’t even blink. Raising an eyebrow, Nicholas put his clove cigarette out and shrugged. “Oh Flanna. I know you…always threatening violence as if its going to save you! And that is why I have been watching you…now if you don’t come with me, something might happen to that little friend you have—what is his name…Mimic?” He laughed softly. “It’s amazing how easily the sweetness of chocolate hides the taste of poison…so really, dear, put the blade away.”
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