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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 3:08:31 GMT -5
With the impressive houses, the people that live around here have got to have some change for a pape!
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Post by arianette on Aug 14, 2006 13:35:03 GMT -5
Ariannette sighed, looking at her watch. It was getting really late. Her mother had indeed gone off on her, telling her that she could do better than being some singing whore going out with a cop. And then proceeded to go on about how things would have been different if the French Revolution had never occured.
typical
Sighing, she stopped at the corner of an alley, trying to catch her breath. This pregnancy thing wasn't all it was cracked up to be, she thought...
"This baby better be worth it."
Little did she know that mentioning the child made a man in the dark perk up evily.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 13:40:38 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked, pouring the cholorophorm on the cloth. This would knock the performer quickly. The Raconteurs plans were going so well...this was the second to last piece.
Striding up quickly and quietly, he grabbed Ariannette from behind, placing the cloth over her mouth, making sure she breathed in. "...oh Aria..thank you so much for helping us out...it will be good to have you part of the collection..."
When he was sure she was out, he picked her up and whistled low.
From around the corner a car drove up, Rodger opening the door. "Hiya boss...see ya got the pretty lady performer.."
Nicholas nodded, putting Aria in the car.
"Indeed.
Back to the headquarters, Rodger."
He would make sure she was incapable of escaping..and then it was off to tell her darling Officer--with that extra bit of information.
"...this is going to be good."
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Post by muder on Sept 17, 2006 22:36:11 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Murder had slipped out of Nicholas' headquarters, happy to be away from the gloom that was that place--too many 'victims'--Flanna, that Aria lady...not any fun to be had there. And Nicholas was much too busy to talk to much.
She would head back to Nick, but maybe bring a recruit as well. She pulled a cigarette out of her skirt, lighting it and took a long drag.
Sure, she was getting looks from the men passing by...but she winked, smirked, and let her mind run free.
Things were working out well for her, not so well for the others. She would figure something out that would benefit them all--well all of them except the Raconteurs.
How to do it, she did not know. So instead, she strode along the street, lost in thought.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 17, 2006 22:49:17 GMT -5
Wolf was in his own moment. The gypsy's were back in town, though it wasn't his caravan it was still gypsies. He squared his shoulders as he stalked down the walk, he was annoyed beyond measure. He didn't understand what right these people had to be so chipper, he pulled his coat closer around him, snarling at most people who looked at him.
He could have been more pleasant but what was the point. He didn't care what anyone thought of him. Wolf couldn't help but scowl, his cold gray eyes like a cloudy sky on a chilly day. He hated New York.
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Post by muder on Sept 17, 2006 22:53:53 GMT -5
Out of the corner of Murder's eye, she saw a tall dark figure moving about the crowd, almost parallel to her. He clearly....was...well...either having a bad day or had something stuck in an unmentionable place.
The man had a dark attitude and made no attempt to hide it. Her smirk grew a bit wider. She knew this type. Had seen them about when she was with her father.
A bit bored, and a bit curious, Murder pretended to trip on the street, kicking up a rock in her path, and just as she thought, it hit the kid square in the leg.
...let's see what he does to that She had an inkling...she was just testing out her theory.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 17, 2006 23:01:13 GMT -5
Wolf stopped as the affending rock grazed his leg. He turned his cold eyes towards the girl who had kicked it and faught a sneer. Another one of them. He'd spent enough time around whores to know one when he saw one. He straightened to his full height and growled at her. He rarely wasted his breath on people who did nothing but play with others.
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Post by muder on Sept 17, 2006 23:05:01 GMT -5
...and Murder had gotten the exact reaction she was expecting. Suddenly her posture changed, from a seductive stance to a more firm athoritative stance. And with it, her demanor changed as well.
Gone was the flirt, the smirk. Her face fell and her dark green eyes glittered a bit as she raised an eyebrow to the growl.
She doubted he was one of her father's men, but one could never be to sure. However, her curiosity had been sparked.
She raised her hands, as if to say ooooh I'm so scared...there was a mock there. If he though she was just some...seductress...he was sorely mistaken.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 18, 2006 0:04:56 GMT -5
Wolf watched the girl with something akin to intrest, she had guts, trying to provok him like she was. But then again, so did every other girl on the streets. He quicked and eyebrow at her mocking gesture and gave her a dangerous smile. He rarely smiled, but this was an instance he couldn't resist.
"Gutsy little girl," he said, his accent a mix of his germanic homelands and the lazy new york drawl.
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Post by muder on Sept 18, 2006 0:09:48 GMT -5
Murder nearly rolled her eyes at his statement, holding up a card, which read
Could say the same to you...
It was an incredulous statement, to be sure...but she just couldnt resist. She took a couple steps toward him, watching his movements, his hands...making sure he wasn't going for a weapon.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 18, 2006 0:17:45 GMT -5
He folded his arms as she came closer. He claimed it was curiousity, he was sure that was all it was. He could have just walked away, he normally would have. But he was intrigued, this little girl that spoke threw cards. He wondered as he tilted his head to the side. "What can I do for you, Miss-?"
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Post by muder on Sept 18, 2006 0:22:23 GMT -5
Murder smirked and pulled out her name card.
Murder
She gestured to him, asking what his name was in turn. Fair was fair. She felt she was playing with fire here, but she couldn't help herself. It was just from lack of ...adventure as of late.
That had to be it.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 18, 2006 0:27:48 GMT -5
He snorted a bit and inclined his head to the girl. "Wolfsbain, or Wolf if you prefer.." He didn't know why he was entertaining this girl. In all honesty he would be better off walking away with his limbs still attached. But, again, curiosity killed the cat. Though his sister always said.
Curiosty was framed Wolfy. It was stupidity that killed the cat.
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Post by muder on Sept 18, 2006 0:31:55 GMT -5
Murder snorted and made a sign to say she didn't see any full moon around, so why was he out.
She felt that there was some strange cat and mouse game going on...with the parts interchangable at any point in the conversation. She wasn't quite sure why she hadn't walked off.
She did have things to do, plans to make, Raconteurs to beguile. This Wolfie-character might keep her from business.
And what I am doing is no business of yours
The more she talked to him, the more she was sure he was not one of her father's men.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 18, 2006 0:38:07 GMT -5
His lips quirked in a breif snort as he examined, little Miss Murder. Interesting name if he'd ever heard one. And no one got a nickname without a valid reason, that enough should have had him moving along. But he held his stance. "The moonlight shows us what we really are, Miss Murder." he said a growl deep in his voice. They were playing a dangerous game, he knew the stakes may be higher then he was willing to pay. But the fates were rotten sluts, and wether he walked away or not, this was obviously something from their design.
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(c)Red