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Cell #2
Oct 16, 2006 21:20:04 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Oct 16, 2006 21:20:04 GMT -5
Current Resident: None
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 17:59:42 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 17:59:42 GMT -5
Flanna had been allowed to visit Razor. Walking the hall solemnly, wearing simple white blouse and black skirt. She had done her hair up a bit, trying to look presentable. She hid any brusies she had left with a bit of makeup, making sure that the cops wouldn't think Razor beat her.
She stopped at the cell that was supposed to be his. "Hello?"
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:02:14 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:02:14 GMT -5
Razor slipped to his feet from the small cot, wincing and cursing as his leg started to throb. Damn that doctor. "Flanna?"
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:09:10 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:09:10 GMT -5
Flanna smiled softly, shaking her head. "When you get out...Ariannette should really take a look at that...you're a mess, love." She put her hands through the bars, her white hands in stark contrast to the dark walls.
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:14:51 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:14:51 GMT -5
"I will, a ghra." He took her hand, kissing the back lightly. She was looking better. A lot so. "And thank you, for the compliment. You know how to keep my ego in check."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:18:15 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:18:15 GMT -5
Flanna laughed and shook her head. "Sometimes you need it..." She snorted. "You've been getting oft on me." She squeezed his hands, her bright green eyes showing concern.
"...so what...what's the charge?" She still hadn't been able to undertand it fully. She was keeping up a tough exterior for him. She knew it was bad for him to be here.
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:20:33 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:20:33 GMT -5
"Attempted murder of Alley Cat and Ramble." He said calmly, but there was that small hint of something in his voice and eyes. Only something someone who knew him well would see. He had, for lack of a better name, his poker face up.
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:27:02 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:27:02 GMT -5
Flanna sighed and pulled him closer, touching his face through the bars, rubbing her thumb there gently. "You're gonna get out." She squeezed his hand. "We'll get you out. Nothing is going to happen."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:28:54 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:28:54 GMT -5
He smiled, shaking his head. "I know. We have to...Brooks cant run without us, and besides." He laid his head on the bars. "I have to get you your ring and marry you."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:32:02 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:32:02 GMT -5
Flanna shook her head and put a finger to his lips. "Shh...no more talk of that. Just wait." She ran a hand through his hair. "More important if you get out than Razor...we know why."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:37:00 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:37:00 GMT -5
He made a sound in his throat that could be an agreement, or then again it might not. "You gonna be okay without me?" He asked lightly.
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:40:24 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:40:24 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. "I'm Flanna, aren't I?" She kissed him a well as she could through the bars. "...Old Flanna's back Razor. I'm able to stand on my own, without anyone now."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:42:22 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:42:22 GMT -5
"Thats good to know." He trailed a fingertip down the side of her face, smiling. "I love you, Flanna. Just be careful."
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:45:25 GMT -5
Post by flanna on Oct 20, 2006 18:45:25 GMT -5
Flanna paused. "...and I didn't mean that I don't want to marry you..just don't worry." She smirked and squeezed his hands again. "You'll have much to make up for when you get out." She laughed softly. The more he kept him light hearted, she figured, the less thi would get to him.
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Cell #2
Oct 20, 2006 18:47:05 GMT -5
Post by razor on Oct 20, 2006 18:47:05 GMT -5
A smirk slipped across his face. "Oh....I think I can handle it. But until I get out, take care of your horse. Maybe you'll be able to find out if he just gets tempermental when you're gone."
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