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Post by Administrator on Sept 3, 2008 17:49:54 GMT -5
Scars appartment isn't among the cleanest you'd find, but it's descent enough. With a ratty couch off to the right side and a kitchen table with two chairs in the middle of the room. A few papers lie around the room, but mostly it's filled with different types of weapons. There's some iron knuckles sitting on the table, a gun off to the other side, a few knives lying about, and a billy club against the wall. He obviously doesn't have guests often enough to care and any guests are usually unexpected visits from the Brooklyn piggies.
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Post by celine on Apr 23, 2010 3:01:46 GMT -5
What Scar considered back at my place had turned into three days she had not left that apartment, and Celine was not one to argue. With a smirk she tossed her hair out of her face and laid across his bed clad in his shirt and little else. There was nothing wrong with it, she'd felt like she'd taken a three day trip back in time. They'd spoken of little, and done plenty of other things but the french woman knew that talking was something they would have to do eventually.
She ran her hand through her hair and sighed, watching him as he moved around. "Aidan.. tell me what has happened in the last few years and I do mean everything.." She was curious, her accent was think but she was still Celine. The poor french girl that had managed to smuggle herself to America. She'd lived high on the hog the last couple years at least. She'd married a wealthy man and well-- he'd died. Leaving her everything, now that was how girls were supposed to live. But at the same time it was to much work.
She'd wanted to be back here, where he was. She'd wished she hadn't left at all.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 23, 2010 13:47:43 GMT -5
Scar stood in front of a cracked mirror, a long razor in his hand as he prepared to shave. He glanced over his shoulder as she spoke and gave her a shrug. "What exactly are you looking for me to tell you?"
Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he began shaving occasionally rinsing the razor off in the bowl of water that sat on the dresser. He didn't really feel like sharing the details of his life and if that's what she wanted it was going to take longer than three days to drag it all out of him.
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Post by celine on Apr 23, 2010 16:54:54 GMT -5
She moved off of the bed and up to him, taking the razor from his hand as she pushed him against the dressing table, her chin lifted as she used her adept hands to do the job for him. The only person he'd never had to worry about betraying him in the slightest was Celine, for more than one reasons. The biggest being she owed him her own life, and had yet to actually repay the debt.
"I married a wealthy man out in Chicago a ways..." she shrugged as she began to tell him, running her hand over his chin to see what really needed to be done. "He.. left me everything when he died but.. I felt the need to come back here." How did he die? Well... he didn't have a tolerance to special wines. That was how Celine had worked back in the old days too, she'd just taken a longer operation.
The distrust in his eyes gave her pause and she didn't even begin to shave him, she looked into his eyes and set the blade down her hands coming to his face. "Aidan.. years we were together far longer than most marriages last in the lives we lead. I do not ask you to trust me but I have not repaid my debt, so I can not let you die.." At least she was honest.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 24, 2010 2:03:00 GMT -5
He studied her, his features hardening at the thought of her marrying another. He didn't care what her reasons may be he still felt a slice of betrayal at her words. After a few moments though he resumed his previous stance and just simply studied her. "True, lass...too true."
Scar's mind wandered to his other serious relationship. Something in him had snapped during that relationship and a large part of it had been due to every one leaving him around the same time so he had a harder time opening up to them. Especially Celine, she'd been the one woman besides his sister that he'd counted on and it had blown up in his face. At least that's how he saw it. "So what brings you back then. I know it's not just me." He gave her a hard stare before retrieving the razor from her and quickly finishing the task at hand.
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Post by celine on Apr 24, 2010 2:07:30 GMT -5
She watched him and touched his face drawing his eyes eyes back to hers, "And how wrong you are, mon cher." No, he was her reasoning for coming back. She had all the money she could ask for, and money had always been the game back in those days. She wanted him to understand and she hated the hardness in his eyes when it was just them.
"I came back here because the man that seemed to know me best was right here." She knew that Aidan would never leave New York at least not for long and if she'd had to hunt him down by other means she would have. "I had all I ever wanted and yet I didn't because I wasn't gloating over it all with you.."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 27, 2010 18:39:22 GMT -5
Scar watched her, his face to hard to allow any motion through. Dropping the razor on the counter he grabbed the towel that lay next to it and raised it to wipe any excess water off his face. After placing the towel back where it'd been he turned and leaned his hip against the dresser before crossing his arms. "That so?"
Was he supposed to just forget that she'd been the one who'd left. It had taken enough of him to forgive his sister for doing the same but he didn't have nearly enough forgiveness left even for Celine. Though he didn't mind losing himself in his body he wasn't going to let himself lose anymore of himself to another woman. He wasn't going to tell her that though.
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Post by celine on May 2, 2010 16:13:54 GMT -5
Celine reached over and pressed a finger against his chest as she tilted her head, "You jealous, Aidan? Don't be." She pressed against him with her whole body and met his eyes. Not many woman would go blow to blow with Aidan Bourke. Celine was one of the few that was not afraid of him in any capacity. Even if she should have been, when he got violent it was something to react too. She grew up on the same tracks that he had, and perhaps that gave them something in common.
"Listen before you react," she said quickly her accent coming out in a wave. "Mon dieu, Aidan. Listen. The men that were after me for the... pretty thing I stole. I have it on good authority that some of them are still here in New York. Since they chased me off, I'd like to pay them back-- with interest for all the trouble they caused me.." and everyone else that she cared about.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 3, 2010 14:42:26 GMT -5
"Jealous? Ye know me better, Celine." That was the last thing on his mind. He listened to her explain her reasons for being in New York and it made more sense to him than she missed him. He honestly doubted she'd thought much of him since she'd left.
"And you want me to help? What exactly am I going to get in return?" Scar studied her as he ran a hand through his hair.
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Post by celine on May 12, 2010 15:58:05 GMT -5
Celine moved forward and followed his hands with her own through his hair before they fisted and she moved closer to him, her eyes dark and serious. "Aidan.. I don't need anyones help. But if you want to know what I am thinking, mon cher, then perhaps you should listen to the echoes of the past and not what has happened since, hmm?" she raised a brow and let her hands go, settling them on his shoulders but giving him arms length. Just in case she needed to move if he lashed out.
"I'm tellin' you, because I thought you would like to know. Not because I want you to help me get even. I'll poison the bloodsuckers like I always had before, I just need to get to them is all and marrying that rich man can get me close enough..." She had always been a thief, and a temptress and she'd learned the art of poison from her sainted mother. "You misunderstand me more than you used too, what changed?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 12, 2010 16:24:18 GMT -5
Scar's face tightened just a bit at her words but he showed no other reaction to them. He was more guarded than he used to be, but then he had plenty of reason to keep himself guarded even from Celine. He pulled away from her and walked across the room to where his clothes were piled in the corner, picking up a random shirt he tugged it over his head and tucked it into his pants before rolling the sleeves up. "A lot has changed. I have some things to take care of are you going to be here when I get back?"
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Post by celine on May 12, 2010 18:30:33 GMT -5
She sighed and pulled back folding her arms before she nodded, "Oui, I've no intention of going anywhere..." But she didn't know those reasons, she sat down on his bed and frowned at him, something akin to a scowl and mild annoyance on her pretty face.
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