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Post by smokes on Sept 10, 2006 23:46:17 GMT -5
Smokes groaned, rubbing her hands over her face. "You're killin' me."
She wanted to tell him, but she was told to keep everything on a need to know basis. She had always been a sucker for the accent, though. She was on the very brink of just lettin everything fall. She opened her mouth and then immediately closed it.
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Post by peem on Sept 10, 2006 23:52:34 GMT -5
Peem leaned in a bit, moving her hands off his face, his winning smile flashing. "...You're still breathin' alright, there Smokes...so I dunna think I'm killin' ya."
He liked her. She was keepin' him on his toes without vexin' him--which was difficult to do. "...Just open ya mouth and let those words come spillin' outta your sweet lips. I'm Scot--I wont tell any one. We keep our word."
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 0:03:35 GMT -5
Smokes looked into his eyes and didn't see any wavering. She bit her lip.
"My brothers the one lookin for 'im." Her voice was shaking and she could hardly speak straight.
"Coop went away for some time. We heard he was back and now half 'a Brooklyn's lookin' for him. The only thing we want from him is 'is blood."
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 0:11:17 GMT -5
Peem's brow furroughed. "Tis' nasty business, that is. No way around it." Still holding her hands, he squeezed them. "...Now, Is dat somethin' you want too? Or just your brother?"
He sighed. "...regardless, I wont break my word." He smiled softly. "..here." He let go of one of her hands andpulled out his flask. "..Best scotch in town...make ya feel betta."
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 0:14:22 GMT -5
She smiled. "Thanks. I guess I do too. I mean, I'm supossed to. " It was hard for her to explain. She was always taught that family was the most important thing in life and that she could never go against them. If one wanted something, they all did.
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 0:33:53 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "No..I understand." Scottish clans were much the same. If one wanted something, they all needed to want that same thing. It saved them in times of dire need, and it kept their world functioning.
"The wants of all outweigh the need of one." He took a sip from his flask, running a hand through his shock of black hair.
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 18:24:07 GMT -5
"Yeah..." She lit her cigar and relaxed a bit. She looked around her making sure no one else had heard her. "So that's pretty much it."
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 18:35:10 GMT -5
Peem shrugged. "..Well...if you want my help findin' him, I suppose you might have it. But...rumour he is with these 'Raconteurs.'"
He looked over at her. "...means they will more than likely, protect him."
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 18:38:12 GMT -5
"Probably." She paused. "You say you don't much about 'em?"
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 18:47:06 GMT -5
Peem shrugged. "I don't. But they must be something--big. Our leader is gone. Murder..gone. Kidnappin's...threats...rumours are going everywhere..."
He took a sip from his flask. "So I don't but I do...ya judt don't know about dah rumours.."
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 18:49:00 GMT -5
Smokes nodded. "Sounds serious." She was silent for a minute, thinking. "Maybe I should forget about it...or join to get to him."
She said th elast part quiet, under her breath.
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 19:01:25 GMT -5
Peem heard the last part of what she said, laughing. "..Oi darlin'...you dunna wanna go do that!" He smirked. "...might as well just toirn Bronx into a gian't Raconteurs burrough, so many are joinin!"
He smirked. "And dunna ya think your brotha wouldn't appreciate ya joinin' up wid some otha group?"
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 19:06:20 GMT -5
Smokes tried to fake a smile, but clearly failed. "My brother's dead." She looked into her eyes, her own shiny with tears that wouldn't fall. "Now do you see why I have to do this? I have to avenge his death."
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Post by peem on Sept 11, 2006 19:21:48 GMT -5
Peem's smile fell. "...oh." He reached out and touched her shoulder gently. "...yeah. I do understand then." He paused. He sure knew how to blow a good conversation. "..It will be okay. Things always are in the end." Blame it on his Scottish disposition--but Peem always believed things would work out.
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Post by smokes on Sept 11, 2006 19:28:45 GMT -5
She looked at him doubtfully. "Maybe in the fairy tales, but this is real life. Things never work out in the end. Someone's always dyin...or worse."
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