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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 17:17:52 GMT -5
Flanna sighed in defeat, closing the knife. Nicholas didn’t make threats unless he meant to keep them. If she didn’t do as he said, he would kill Mimic. He wouldn’t have any qualms about it. “…Fine. But Razor will come after you. He won’t stop til your dead.” Her emerald eyes flashed. She still had a bit of defiance in her.
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Post by nick on Aug 13, 2006 17:19:44 GMT -5
“Flanna…do you take me for an idiot?” He shook his head. “Really, we must have treated you too well in the past.” He shrugged. “No matter, that will change.” He smirked. “…you will write a letter to Razor explaining how you never want to see him again and how you did all this willingly.” He lit another cigarette, taking a long puff, his dark eyes glittering in the ember light. “I do have to tell you, Nick has missed you so! He has such things planned for you! …you won’t enjoy them, of course, but you know how much I love Nick’s work. We will make sure the past won’t repeat itself. You will be a right bonnie lass.” He laughed and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. “Get to writing, wench.”
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Post by flanna on Aug 13, 2006 17:22:24 GMT -5
That was it. She had no chance. She didn’t even want to know what Nick had planned for her—he was her old head boss, and also had a knack for breaking people. She wouldn’t escape this time, and her last chance would be this letter. She kneeled, and began to write. After Nicholas checked it out, she stabbed it onto the door of the apartment with her switchblade. Hopefully Razor would see that as a sign as well.
The letter read:
Razor—
It has come to my attention that my old bosses have come into power.
I figured I should return to them. They needed me, and the money is much better.
I had fun pretending to be something I wasn’t, but its time to go back to pickpocketing.
I had fun with you as well, but I suppose I’m done using you. So don’t try coming after me…even if you found me, I wouldn’t leave.
I don’t care about Mimic
I don’t care about you.
I never loved you.
Flanna
Turning to Nicholas, she sighed, her whole body eminating defeat. “…lets go, Nicholas. I’ll go freely.”
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Post by nick on Aug 13, 2006 17:23:21 GMT -5
Nodding he put his arm around her waist, guiding her out of Brooklyn to Nick’s headquarters. “Glad you came to your senses. We are going to have fun again, Flanna. You’ll see.”
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Post by razor on Aug 13, 2006 17:37:32 GMT -5
It was late when Razor came home, so late the sky was a inky darkness above his head. He looked up, breath easing from his lips in a slight hiss. No stars. There wasn't a star to be seen, and as he looked around, the feeling he had had all day intensified. Heart hammering, he bolted up the stairs to his apartment, sliding to a stop when the light caught on somethign stabbed into his door.
Walking on booted feet to the knife, he reached up and jerked it free, his hand catching the note that it had been pinning. Ignoring the paper for the time being, he looked down at the knife and his blood ran cold. Flanna. Her pocket knife that she would never let go of.....Was in his hands. Fingers clenching around the blade he peered at the note, his heart beating slowly with every word to the very last. Son of a...
I don’t care about you.
I never loved you.
He stilled, so much his chest wasn't even moving as he breathed. He wasnt sure he was even breathing. Her old bosses. Pickpocket. She loved him.
Crumbling the note in his hands he tried for the door, but it wouldn't budge. Not even caring about the puddy he just reared back and kicked hard near the handle, the door flying open with a loud bang. He might have woken the neighbors. But they could kiss his a**.
Dropping the note, he stalked into the house, casting a look down at the knife he still clutched in a death grip.
And saw his ice cold, determined as hell, eyes staring back at him, reflected in the dark metal.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 12:10:14 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Blade, ever the nocturnal one, came home after an extended stay abroad, working in Finland to hone his smithing skills. Coming in to see a shattered door, he raised an eyebrow.
"...Razor....what the hell happened here?"
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 13:20:05 GMT -5
Razor was standing by the table, not even having taken the time to fix the door. Strapping a blade to his arm, he flickered a glance up at his brother, face serious and eyes a chilling metalic blue. Normally he would have greeted Blade, but not today, not now. Flicking his wrist a little, he was glad to see the strap was on right, gripping the handle hard as he slid it back up.
Flanna's pocket knife glinted from his pocket, where he had clipped it, along with two other small daggers and a firearm. His jacket, long enough to hide all the weapons, lay on the table, just waiting to be put on.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 14:43:35 GMT -5
Blade knew this was serious. "...what the hell has gone on since I was gone, Razor. I want an explination." He went to his room to put his bags down, coming back out. "Something wrong in Brooks?"
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 14:49:40 GMT -5
"No." He said in a snipped voice. "Nothing's wrong with Brooks." He laced up one boot and groped for the other. No, there was nothing wrong with Brooklyn, but however... he was a different story.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:02:37 GMT -5
Blade let out a small growl. "I want you to tell me what's going on, brother. I come home, the door's been torn off, you're in a rage...I deserve an explination."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:07:39 GMT -5
"You wouldn't believe me even if i told you." Razor said seriously, softening a little only at the word 'brother.' It was a comfort, to say the least. "Im not the one...the type..." He sighed and closed his eyes. "To fall in love."
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:10:35 GMT -5
Blade snorted. "...for the love of god!" He through his hands up, stepping closer to Razor. "What the hell has gotten into your head, Larkin? You fell in love?! With who?" He looked at him. "Whatcha doin' now, going to go kill her? Or do some horrible white knight shitck?" He rolled his eyes. "...this is too much."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:15:26 GMT -5
Razor's eyes darkened a bit, "Her name's Flanna, Cillian, and i could care less what you think. Im in love with her, she's the match i've never had, the only one who could best me in a fight besides you, and ill be damned if she's not the sexiest woman i've ever seen." Now that he thought about it, he was totally besotted, and wondered how he had never noticed before. But that wasn't important.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:20:57 GMT -5
Blade softened a bit. Razor never got this impassioned about anyone. "Okay okay...I believe you." He put an arm on Razor's a bit, about the most impassioned he ever got. "Well...if you're in love, why you getting read for a world war? You said nothing's going on in brooklyn."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:23:21 GMT -5
Razor sighed a bit, leaning up against his older brother for a second, before pulling on his other boot. "I said nothing was wrong with Brooklyn, and there isnt. However, there's about to be." His eyes flashed, "...Some bastards took my goil."
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