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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 11:47:08 GMT -5
Need some fresh air? Some privacy?
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:39:27 GMT -5
Sneaks managed to make it back to 'hattan somehow, getting up on the roof of the lodging house. Leaning back on the ledge, he started picking out the glass in his arm painfully. His cuts on his head had started clotting, but he must still look a fright. His clothing was quite bloody, and the cut on his arm started bleeding afresh with the glass removed.
Taking his shirt off, he wrapped it around his arm, putting pressure on the wound.
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Post by flare on May 25, 2006 15:51:05 GMT -5
Flare was relaxing on the stopp when Sneaks came in and stormed by her, not even noticing her. She took one look at the state he was in and headed in to grab the old first aid kit that she had already used on the kid once. She made her way up to the roof and stepped out onto it to find a bleeding Sneaks in front of her.
"As soon as Ise fix ya up, youse got a lotta expliainin' ta do misteh," she scolded as she sat down next to him and began patting the cut on his head with a wet cloth. She looked at it a lil closer and held the cloth down, putting his hand on it to hold it in place while she looked at his arm.
"Ya look like ya got tossed t'rough a window."
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:56:31 GMT -5
Sneaks smirked, wincing through the pain. Thank god for Flare. He apologized. "Sorry for storming by you earlier..I needed to sit down away from everyone. My head isn't in the best shape." He hated admiting it, but it was the truth.
"As for the glass...this is from bottles. Thrown by a guy named Rusty." He winced again. "I decided to take care of him. He was a bit of a handful." He smiled wide though, spitting a bit of blood out. "But don't fear..he didn't kick my ass. Red broke it up."
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Post by flare on May 25, 2006 16:08:52 GMT -5
Flare gripped Sneaks arm a bit too hard when she heard him say he went after Rusty. She couldn't believe he was that stupid, but she did like the fact that Sneaks went after that jerk. She picked out the last of the glass ans and sighed, muttering in Russian.
"Ise preciate you doin' dat, but he coulda killed ya. An' goin' inta Brooklyn again, ya gotta deathwish?"
Flare ripped his shirt into strips with the help of a small knife. She carefully wrapped his arm with the strips before tying them off. Removing his hand from his head, she looked carefully at his wound. It had stopped bleeding but it was far from better.
"Youse gotta take it easy til dis is bettah. It's already gonna scar, but if youse keep rippin' it open it'll get infected," she said quietly looking him in the eye to make her point, "Der ain't anyt'ing Ise can do fo' ya lip. Dat should clear up in a coupla nights on its own."
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 16:15:22 GMT -5
Sneaks smirked softly. "Not a death wish...you know. I couldn't allow someone to say something like that to you. You know I don't care about the boundaries..."
He leaned back, retelling what happened. "I showed up and was fighting Rusty...then some other kid stepped in...had to fight him...then Spot came and hit me in the back of the neck with a marble." He showed her the large lump. "Some kid named Flick helped me out a bit, but I was a bit outnumbered." He shook his head. "I couldn't just leave. I was fighting for honor." He growled. "Things were mellowing out when Rusty threatened to 'talk' to you...I snapped."
He opened and closed his hand, making sure it was still working.
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Post by flare on May 25, 2006 16:30:47 GMT -5
Flare sighed, Rusty was one thing, but Spot was another. she was relieved she had left Brooklyn earlier that day, otherwise she would've been in for it.
"Didn't 'ave ta do dat ya know," she said softly, not sure what to do with the kid, he was worse than her brother. She took his hand and looked at the bruises, "Ya need ta be moeh careful o' we'll run outta shirts keepin' up wit all yoah cuts."
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 16:34:38 GMT -5
Sneaks smiled softly. "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. I can't allow others to talk to or about you like that. Especially when you aren't there to defend yourself..." He left out the part where Rusty had called her a lying something..
"I'll try and be more careful if you wish.." He paused and looked at her. "Still have my card?"
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Post by flare on May 25, 2006 16:48:41 GMT -5
"Dat's sweet o' ya, but I'd prefeh ta 'ave ya heah in one piece," she said grinning as she reached into her pocket, pulling out the wrinkled card. She smoothed it out and handed it to him.
"Got it heah, neveh know when I'll need it, remembeh?"
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 16:57:04 GMT -5
Sneaks took the card and pulled out his deck, finding the ace of spades. "You need its match...." He leaned foward with a touch of hesitation (very unlike him), and placed the cards in her lap, and at the same time, kissing her lips softly. I hope I don't get slugged for this...
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Post by flare on May 25, 2006 17:13:38 GMT -5
Flare was surprised to say the least, it wasn't the first time she had been kissed but she hadn't seen this one coming. She grinned, realizing he was nervous, good, he should be. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
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Post by sneaks on May 26, 2006 9:30:54 GMT -5
Sneaks smiled and held the kiss for a few more moments before breaking it and pulled Flare into a hug. "Looks like I finally pulled a winning hand..."
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Post by flare on May 26, 2006 12:37:19 GMT -5
Flare looked up Sneaks from under his arm. He was a bit cheesy, but it was cute, and she'd eventually get her hands on those damn cards.
"Don't let it go ta ya head Nic," she teased, "Ya keep up dis fightin' an' dat'll be de last time dat 'appens."
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Post by sneaks on May 26, 2006 12:39:30 GMT -5
Sneaks put on a mock look of indignation. "But...Ace and I have a date..." He laughed a little and kissed the top of her head. "But woe be it that I lose any of your favour. I'll listen." Did he really mean he wouldnt fight? Time would tell..
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Post by flare on May 26, 2006 13:00:14 GMT -5
Flare grinned and laid her head on his shoulder. The same things she loved about him were the same things she hated.
"I knows ya like fightin'," she said quietly, "But ya gotta be careful when it comes to dat cut. If ya split it open again, yoah gonna 'ave ta go ta a doctah."
Flare then pulled back and looked at him sternly, "O' worse, ya could get sent ta de refuge, an' Ise don't want dat 'appenin'."
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