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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:22:47 GMT -5
"Would i have hoit you?" He paused, shrugging. "That's complicated. You were disrespectin my leadah, and my bruddah and I dont tolerate dat. But on the other hand, you're my other leadah's goil."
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:24:44 GMT -5
Fancy smiled and leaned back. "I know that... Spot and I have an... interesting relationship..." she laughed slightly. "Sometimes we get along great, other times..." she shook her head. "Not so much... you caught us on a bad day..."
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:26:16 GMT -5
"Obviously." He leaned back with his arms crossed over the chair back. "But, that doesn't justify dat. A leadah is to be respected, honored. You weren't doin much of dat."
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:28:37 GMT -5
Fancy looked at him and raised an eyebrow, a smile on her lips. "And what about ex-leaders? Does the same rule apply?" she asked in-spite of herself.
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:30:45 GMT -5
He nodded, "Once a leadah, always a leadah." He didn't know about her. This was going to be fun.
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:32:50 GMT -5
Fancy laughed. "Then you best be treatin' me with a little more respect than that!" raising her eyebrows at him, she flashed him her 1000 watt, supermodel Fancy smile.
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:33:56 GMT -5
His eyebrow shot up. "Oh yah? Ex-leadah, eh? Somehow i dont see it." He leaned in, grinning. "Care to explain?"
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:36:34 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "Ex-Leader of Queens..." she shrugged. "My best friend was leader... he left and gave it to me..." She leaned towards him slightly. "Isn't that how it always works?" she asked more as a retorical question than anything else.
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:38:20 GMT -5
He hummed, apparently caught for the first time in a bit. "Well." He held out a hand, grinning. "I guess i have to formally introduce myself. I am Larkin Reed, Razor of the Brooklyn Body Guards. Only the leader's are privileged to know my real name, and they keep it to themselves."
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:40:13 GMT -5
Fancy smiled and took the offered hand. "Leslie O'Connell, Ex-Leader of Queens..." she laughed. "And of course..."
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:41:20 GMT -5
He gave her a grin, "My brother will introduce himself, i am sure. When he finds time to come out of the shadows." He chuckled softly.
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:45:36 GMT -5
Fancy smiled. "He's very Elusive... i find..." she sighed. "I'm glad you came over here..." she told him. "This way everytime i see you i won't want to run away screaming..." she teased.
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 16:47:01 GMT -5
He shrugged, "I seem to have that affect on people. I dont see why." He teased back as he flicked his wrist and started to play with his switchblade. Apparently that was something he did to keep occupied.
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 16:50:33 GMT -5
Fancy snorted. "You don't?" she asked playfully. She motioned to his switch-blade playing. "Maybe THAT is a reason..." she shook her head and sat back on the couch.
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Post by razor on Jun 5, 2006 17:07:22 GMT -5
He blinked, raising the blade to the light. "This? Naw, its nothing but a piece of metal." He flipped it and caught it by the sharp blade, "In the hands of an amateur it is dangerous, but in the hands of someone who knows weapons." He flipped it again, catching it one handed and shutting it with his thumb. "Its as harmless as paper."
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