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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:06:59 GMT -5
Flanna turned towards him, her lips turning down into a frown. She tried to remember who he was. "...Ace? What are you doing here?" Her voice was a lot softer than before, containing less inflection and inntonation. She was nervous.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:10:00 GMT -5
"I work here." He said after a moment's hesitation. He moved and sat next to her gently. "What hapenned, Flanna?" He licked his dry lips. "Did they do this?" He knew the answer already, but he had to hear it for himself. He knew the risks, the dangers.
Now he was looking at them. First hand.
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:12:55 GMT -5
Flanna flinched and moved away a bit. "...They?" She blinked for a moment, then a soft smile spread across her face. "Oh. You mean Nick. I was bad, and I was punished." On instinct she burrowed her left hand deeper in her pocket. "You joined? How smart!" And she meant it. It's like she was keeping blinders up to keep from breaking down.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:17:11 GMT -5
Ace looked at her, silent for a long moment. It was killing him to see Flanna like this- even if last time they had met had been because of the war. It didn't matter, no one deserved to be treated like this. "Yah." He agreed, smiling softly. "You hungry?" He raised an eyebrow a bit.
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:20:00 GMT -5
Flanna perked up a bit. "...Food?" She was pretty sure she hadn't eaten in a while. She hadn't payed attention to that lately. "...why are you being so nice?" She turned away a bit. She wasn't used to this. Not since..the event.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:22:11 GMT -5
Ace frowned a bit, pulling an apple from his bag. "This is all i have at this moment, but i can go down and get some real food in a few." He held it out to her, eyes softening at her question. "Hey....look at me." He moved so she had to, "Because that's how i am, and besides, we are friends, arent we?"
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:29:32 GMT -5
Flanna looked over at him, her eyes hard. Somewhere deep within them was the fire that she used to have--but it was near out. "...maybe we are. Maybe we aren't. It all depends."
Seeing the apple she grabbed it with her left hand without thinking, the gauze around her injury a bit pink and red from continued bleeding. She took a bite, just happy to have food.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:32:41 GMT -5
Ace smirked a bit. So there was still a bit of Flanna left. That was good to know. He was going to have to work on something, keeping that spark alive somehow. He just didn't know how he was going to be able to do that.
The leader bit the exclamation that rose in his throat, forcing it back down as his eyes flashed. That was so deliberately done it was sickening. Damn them.
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:36:34 GMT -5
Flanna caught what was going on, and quickly switched the apple to her right hand, slamming her left hand back into her pocket. "I..." She bit back tears, forcing them back down, her eyes hard. "...I got caught pickpocketing. They wouldn't do that to others. Just me. I...was repocured."
That was the most she had talked about it since she had been taken. "...but they know my worth. I owe it to them to behave correctly."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:38:47 GMT -5
Ace snorted, running a hand through his hair. "You owe them a bullet in the head, thats all." He looked over at her, biting at his lip. "This isn't you, Flanna. I know why im here, but what happened with you?" He frowned and held his hand out, "Let me see that hand again."
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:46:27 GMT -5
Flanna flinched. "...why?" She didn't want to bring her hand out again unless he had a good reason. She didn't want to look at it. And she had a feelign where her finger went, which made her feel even worse.
She snapped at him. "And don't talk about them like that! I'd die for them." There wasn't much fire behind it, just the sound of someone with Stockholm Syndrome (I know..phrase didn't exist til WWII...but gimme a break).
"I used to work for them before I became a newsie. I was stupid and ran away." She bit her lip, closing her eyes. "I was...going home. And they grabbed me." She flinched again, remembering that night, but pushed it down. "...They reminded me of my worth. Of where I belonged. Here."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 16:50:06 GMT -5
"Because im pretty sure you didn't take care of it properly." He raised an eyebrow, "It's going to get infected." His gaze was hard and his hand never moved. He wanted to see it again, and then he was going to do something about it.
"You'd die for them because you'd be made to." He corrected, eyes flaring a bit before they died, listening to her speak. "Flanna, you have more worth then anyone in this place. You should be above them, respected, not put on show like a whore." He snapped that last part, "Besides....you belong wherever you want to be. And i dont think its here."
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 16:56:55 GMT -5
Flanna sighed softly and did as she was told. She always did now. She pulled her hand out, holding it out for him.
She shook her head as he talked. "You don't know what you're talking about. This is what I was made for. What I was meant for." She bit her lip, and some part of her knew the next part was a lie, but she ignored it. "...I belong here. I have been rejected by the one I loved. Nick and Nicholas took me back. I paid, but I'm home."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Aug 29, 2006 17:00:10 GMT -5
Ace looked at it, pursing his lips. "Keep in mind, im not a doctor, but this wound has to be closed." He looked up at her, "If it gets infected..." He trailed off. If it got bad, she would lose the hand.
He shook his head with a snap, "Lies, Flanna. Thats all you've been saying." He raised an eyebrow, voice conversational. "Love? You mean Razor?" He snorted.
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Post by flanna on Aug 29, 2006 17:05:08 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "..I can't do anything about it. Tell Nicholas. Not Nick." Nick would rather her lose the hand. Nicholas might have it in him to let her see someone--maybe.
Her eyes hardened at his words. "They aren't lies! I adore them. You best start thinkin' like I do too." She heard him mention Razor's name, and when he snorted, she flinched. "Yeah. ..He was the one who caught me. He...grabbed me...hurt me. Screamed at me." A few of her bruises were from him grabbing her, for sure. She took her hand back and put it in her pocket. "...Pretty sure Nick sent him my--.." She couldn't say it.
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