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Post by arianette on Jul 5, 2006 21:37:10 GMT -5
Ariannette smirked. "....you using this for extra money?" She sat at the stove and made tea for the both of them. "So what is your story..?" She gave Tru a cup. "...and call me Ariannette." She studied the girl briefly. "...brooklyn?"
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Post by alleycat on Jul 6, 2006 0:25:18 GMT -5
Alley took the cup from her. "Thank you again and yes. I have to make ends meet somehow. I kinda want a place of my own but i can't afford it at the moment." She paused for a brief moment and played with her locket which she had out for it's hiding place at the moment. "Yes, I'm a Brooklyn Newsie. born and raised in Brooklyn actually. Well for at least a few years. My parents were..." She stopped there not wanting to say anymore and held her locket tight then let go and took a sip of the tea. "thanks again. Ariannette."
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Post by arianette on Jul 9, 2006 19:16:20 GMT -5
Ariannette smiled softly. "...no problem. My apartment is open to you whenever you need someone to talk to." She nodded. "Or food better than bread and the mess you get at the lodging house."
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Post by alleycat on Jul 9, 2006 23:44:26 GMT -5
Alley Cat smiled with a slight giggle. "it's better then the refuge food. or lack there of i should say. And thanks."
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Post by arianette on Jul 12, 2006 22:10:28 GMT -5
She smiled. "Any time, love." She felt a little queasy again, but shook it off. She couldn't be. It was probably nothing.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 13, 2006 1:42:52 GMT -5
Alley took her cue to leave taking the last sip or her tea. "I do hope you feel better." She smiled at Ariannette. "I should get going."
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 14:22:42 GMT -5
<<new day, but same as aria's apartment>>
Nicholas strolled into Caprice hall, smirking as he smoked one of his clove cigarettes. Oh...good. Good ol' Officer Clarence.
HE was about go get some very bad news.
"...You Office Clarence?" He leaned on the brick wall inside the building, watching wiht a small smirk on his face.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 14:26:26 GMT -5
He hung up the phone, and turned to the man with the horrible smelling cigarette. He was leaning against the wall, obviously trying to be smooth.
"Yeah? Whose asking?" And how did he know my name, Clarence thought.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 14:29:00 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. "..Nicholas Goodwell. I'm a member of the Raconteurs." He gestured to a table nearby and sat down, motioning that Clarence should sit down as well.
"We need to dicuss some matters. Mainly those of you keeping the cops out of our business."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 14:40:37 GMT -5
" Oh really, and what makes you think I'm going to keep the cops away from you. As far as I'm concerened, Mr. Goodwell, I don't have anything to do for you." He stood where he was not budging an inch.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 14:43:55 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked and pulled something blonde out of his pocket. "...oh yes you do."
HE placed it on the table and pushed it forward--it was a blonde curl--a piece of arianette's hair that he cut off just before he left her.
"...you will help us, or something might happen to that pretty piece of flesh we procured and..." He laughed low. "..that child she is carrying as well."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 15:10:43 GMT -5
"..that child she is carrying as well."
He no longer stood still, his face changed from set to shock.
"She's pregnant?" he said, as if to himself. The shock of the statement wore off almost as quickly as it had come. The realization came then. He looked back toward the man, eyes filled with rage.
"What have you done with her?" He had to stop himself from doing anything stupid, be smart Carter, he told himself repeatedly.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 15:15:56 GMT -5
Nicholas laughed evily. "Oh...you didn't know..."
He put his hand up. "Oh nownow..we wouldn't harm her--yet. She's and the child are no good to us, harmed."
His mouth slid to a smile, his dark eyes flashing. "If its any consolation--I bet she was coming to tell you." He shook his head. "But well...I thought she would look so much prettier tied up and under my control."
He stood up. "So if you don't want me to find out what her scream sounds like, or what sort of box her head would look good in...I suggest you cooperate."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 15:21:09 GMT -5
He had him, and he had him good.
"So what exactly is it your wanting Mr.Goodwell?" he asked biting off the words.
The only thing he could do is cooperate, and hope that he wouldn't hurt Aria...or the baby? He just couldn't seem to believe it, she would have told him already, but he would go along, because they still had her.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 15:26:18 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. "Oh good! I'm glad you are so willing to help!" HE laughed softly, and his face brightened--not a good sign.
"I want you to keep the cops completely out of our business. I mean all of it. Turn a blind eye to it--every time the cops start bugging us, or I feel you aren't holding up to your bargain...Aria becomes less and less--the right pretty french girl you know...and more and more...one of our darling girls."
He smirked. "Understand?"
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