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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:25:38 GMT -5
Blade raised an eyebrow. "...took her? What is she, a ex mobster?" He sat down, rubbing his temples, trying to take this all in. "...so why would someone take her, Larkin?"
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:27:50 GMT -5
"Because they were her old bosses and didn't like that she got away." Razor answered him, "....I'll never lie to you, brother...And i fear that once i find these guys, there's not going to be enough to bury." He was extremely angry, more so then usual. Because he had seen what they had done to her. To his Flanna.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:32:23 GMT -5
Blade nodded. "...yeah, I can see how that would end up happening...but what they do to her, just put her back to doing whatever she was--...well what was she doing before you met her?" He sighed and looked up at Razor. "..my guns are at your disposal, Larkin. But I'd rather not be involved unless it involves Brooks directly. My loyalty is to Spot and Brooks first...not your girl." He shrugged. "No offense. If you ask, I'll help."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:35:59 GMT -5
"Im not asking." Razor said seriously, "Nor would I. This is my fight, with my goil. She's the most important thing in my life, and im not letting some city slickahs think they can take her from me." He knew he was speaking a different language now -since the effect was mostly the same - the Brooklyn Body Guards had NEVER put anything before Brooklyn and its leader.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 15:40:01 GMT -5
Blade shook his head a bit. "I never questioned your choices before, Larks...and I wont now. I just hope you are making a good one." He went into the room and started unpacking.
"But before you do your 'white horse' shtick...fix the damn door."
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 15:42:00 GMT -5
Razor rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket and slinging it around his shoulders, "Be back in a bit." He told him, stalking toward the door. Giving it an even look, he kicked it again, so that it snapped from the hinges and fell to the ground with a small crash.
"There, the damn door's fixed." And with that, he swept out of the house.
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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 18:23:45 GMT -5
((Later))
A man walked up the front steps and came to the... what used to be the door of the brother's apartment. He knocked on the door frame for lack of a better idea. In his left hand he held a cardboard box. Nick had said to make sure that this package was delivered, so that's what he was here to do.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 18:27:18 GMT -5
Blade pulled out a gun, looking at the man who had knocked on his...door frame. Razor was going to pay for that. "Whatcha want, sir?" He kept the gun low, but was ready for anything.
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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 18:33:45 GMT -5
"Just came to deliver this," the man said meaning the box. "I'm supposed to give it to... someone who knows Flanna," he said with a shrug. He didn't know the guy's name, nor did he know if this was the guy. Nick had been rather vauge.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 18:34:59 GMT -5
Blade raised an eyebrow, and after causually memorizing what he looked like, stood and took the box from the goon. "...I'll make sure he gets it." He pointed outside. "Bye."
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Post by nicky on Aug 22, 2006 18:39:30 GMT -5
The man raised a hand as a form of goodbye before he turned on his heel and quickly left. He was no idiot, and a guy with a gun was not one that he wanted to spend too much time with.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 18:42:32 GMT -5
Blade growled in vexation at not being able to close a damn door and sat down, opening the box.
He closed it quickly and cursed. Razor pissed these people off--and he certainly felt bad for the girl.
Had to admit...they knew what they were doing.
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 18:44:43 GMT -5
To say Razor was mad when he came back was an understatement. He hadn't been able to find anyone who might lead him to Flanna, and he was starting to get a feeling deep in his chest that was worrying him. Sighing, he came through the doorway, regretting his actions a little earlier as he saw the door. Running a hand through his hair, he cursed under his breath.
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Post by blade on Aug 22, 2006 18:46:14 GMT -5
Blade looked up, gesturing to the box on the table. "Some goon and...well...left you this box. Seems they are returning a bit of something you lost." His face flinched slightly when he said that, but only just.
He wasn't heartless, just less concerned when it didn't concern Brooks.
He did hope his brother could handle this. He was really hung up on this girl...he wasn't sure what he would do in the other's situation.
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Post by razor on Aug 22, 2006 18:54:14 GMT -5
Razor licked his suddenly dry lips as he slid out of his jacket, laying it over the chair as he lifted the lid on the box. His mouth went dry, his heart ceased to beat and all he could do was stare at what he saw. His face went to crimson and then to a white that made paper look black so fast it made his head spin and before he knew it, he was on his knees, hand clasped over his mouth.
This was not like him, not at all. But he could see her in his mind's eye, see Flanna, and now... That was the last thought he got out of him before he was shaking, physically sick. His fault. All his fault.
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