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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:15:52 GMT -5
Ace sighed deeply, biting at his lip. Hugging Murder tightly, he tilted his head back toward Bronx and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Im taking you home." He murmurred before looking back at Sneaks and David. He met Sneaks' eyes and gave him a small smile and a nod. "grazie, il fratello."
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:18:57 GMT -5
Sneaks smirked and nodded. "Anytime.." Raising an eyebrow, he looked between Murder and Ace. "...and you need to take her back now...why?" Something was fishy. "...and if you do that, where are we all supposed to meet you? Lodging house?"
Murder sighed and started to protest, but nodded. She needed to get out. Soon. Her father's men could be anywhere, and dressed like she was, they would recognize her.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:20:55 GMT -5
Ace gave Sneaks an even look. "Yes, i have to take her back now. And....Ill meet you in Hattan, i suppose. I have to talk to Jack, and god-knows Prince is there anyway." He smirked a bit, not unlike the gambler. "Try not to miss me too much, Sneaksie."
He chuckled to himself and started to lead Murder back down the street.
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:23:00 GMT -5
Sneaks snorted. "...fine." He turned towards David. "Guess you and I should head out." He gave a look to Ace. He was still going to ask about this.
Murder locked arms with Ace, ruffling his hair playfully, motioning to the metal still around his wrists and made a jiggle with her wrists. I'll get those off you when we get back
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 29, 2006 19:24:54 GMT -5
Ace saw the look and mostly ignored it, giving him his own back. He would like to see Sneaks try and get the answer out of him. Turning back to Murder, he smiled. "That would be nice." He raised his hand to eye level and sighed. "Annoying little things these are."
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Post by muder on Jul 29, 2006 19:26:03 GMT -5
Murder nodded. She pointed to herself and then gave a thumbs up. I'm real good at it. She used to pick the locks on her dad's lackys all the time when they broke them out.
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