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Post by Administrator on Jun 7, 2006 0:32:34 GMT -5
Pull up a chair at the tables!
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:10:43 GMT -5
Flanna sat at a table, a bottle of mid-range whiskey and a couple glasses with her. She sipped out of one of them. She figured it was probably her third whiskey. She had managed to get her hair to behave, tucking it under itself into a makeshift do.
A few rougher looking men had looked her way, but after flashing them scowls and one of them her switchblade, they left her alone.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 22:15:29 GMT -5
Razor came in late, running a hand through his wet hair. He had taken a bath and had thrown on a pair of dark pants with an ebony jacket with long sleeves that went over the tops of his hands. In all honesty, he should have been there way before her.
He spotted Flanna and made his way over there, pulling out a chair and sitting down. He flashed her an embaressed smile. "Im sorry im late."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:17:59 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow. He clearly got better dress than her. She was looking like a rag tag urchin in breeches and a white shirt. She pulled at her shirt a bit.
Smiling softly she shrugged. "It's okay..what happened?"
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 22:23:39 GMT -5
"I had to help my brother...He made me a new knife." He reached down and pulled a dagger from the top of one of his boots, the surface shining. He held it in his hands, balancing it on two fingers near the hilt.
"He etched it." He flipped it over and showed her where it said Razor on the cross of the hilt. Up the handle, over the leather, was carefully written Gaelic. It said- to help, to save, to protect.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:27:45 GMT -5
Flanna took the knife from him, reading it, the gaelic rolling of her tounge. "Beautiful..he has a great talent." She handed it back to Larkin and poured him a whiskey. "Well..you have time to make up for sailor." She finished another whiskey and oured herself another. "I'm way ahead of you." She winked.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 22:30:03 GMT -5
Razor nodded, "He made most of our weapons, and they've all held true." He took the whiskey with a bow of his head. "I guess i do, dont I? Well, in the words of my father, who taught us to drink- bottoms up." He took a nice long gulp of the whiskey, licking his lips as it burned down his throat.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:36:13 GMT -5
Flanna laughed. "Oh you don't want me to out do you, do you?"
She smiled. "You must have a smith in your apartment...with the amount of weapons you have." She pulled out her switch blade and flicked it open. "This is my baby. She's been around for a long time..was my fathers." It was a bit worse for wear, but worked when it counted. She slammed back another whiskey, laughing softly.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 22:46:02 GMT -5
He laughed, finishg his drnk and pouring himself a second. He was downing that one as he held up one finger, trying to gain her attention. He flicked his wrist and flipped his own knife open with his thumb. He finished and laid the empty glass down, holding the blade to the light.
It was nicked here and there, but looked very well for how long he had used it. "This is the only knife i have ever tried to make." He laid it down on the table in between them, "The only reason why that came out good was because Blade was watchimg me like a hawk, yelling at me a second before i did anything wrong."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:48:10 GMT -5
Flanna gasped, feeling the effects of the alcohol. "How did you do that...show me?" She smiled sweetly and persuasively. She looked the knife over. "You did an excellent job. I would love to meet your brother someday."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 22:52:59 GMT -5
"He would love to meet you one day too, im sure." He smirked, scooting the chair over so he was sitting up close and next to her. He rolled up his sleeve and flipped it over. There was a small roped armlet on his arm, tied tightly.
"It holds the knife." He picked the switchblade up, flicking it close and with a practiced and swift movement, slid the knife into the ropes. "When i flick my wrist, the muscles release the knife." He did, and the blade slid neatly and quickly down to his hand.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 22:57:24 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. "I knew there was a trick to that...ingenious contraption." She looked up at him. "And to think people probably think you somehow just make knives appear at will."
She laughed and poured them both another drink. "You should help me with my knife throwing too...I am not as good as I would like to be."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:03:17 GMT -5
He took the drink with a nod of his head, "Thank you...." He smirked, "Ya know, i wouldn't be surprised if they do think dat. " He listened to her request and he shrugged. "Show me."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 23:08:56 GMT -5
Blame the alcohol, but Flanna got up and without warning throwing her switchblade between the legs of one of the men who had stared at her earlier. He was halfway across the room..but she was impressed she didnt' actually hit him. "See...I could have hit cloth..but I'm not good enough." She took another sip of whiskey.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 23:13:53 GMT -5
Razor laughed. "Oh, you mean you want to be able to do this?" He flicked the blade open and threw it, even sitting down. It slammed above hers, through cloth, and dangerously close to the guys private parts. "That what you wanted?"
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