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| never_fade_away | May 17 2012, 05:02 AM Post #2281 |
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"There's a difference, pretty boy. Trust me." Ysabel assured him. Because, even though she didn't look like it, under said curves was pure muscle. She was a lot stronger than she looked. "Psh. How the hell am I supposed to know what you like? Do you even like anything? I'm pretty sure that you hated everything." she pointed out to him. "And calm down. You're gonna give yourself an aneurysm, Jensine. I'm probably making more progress with him than you ever will in your entire life. And we just talked for a couple of hours." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | May 17 2012, 05:05 AM Post #2282 |
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Damien heard Hu, alright, and wanted to lodge a bullet in the man's skull. I may just be a mindfuck, Hu but know this. You touch her I will make sure your corpse is never found. and with that he pulled out. She could contact him, that part of their connection was sealed, but he couldn't hear a word. He ignored the coffee and instead went towards the liquor cabinet. He needed something. Keira bit her lip, shaking her head as he reached his hands out to her. "I- if I let go I'm going to fall...." she told him, knowing even her tiny weight wouldn't be supported by her legs. In the light one could see her face was flushed, wet from the cool water she'd been running over it, lip slightly bloody from literally biting back pain. There was an familiar but unwelcomed emotion in her eyes; fear. She was afraid of them finding her, afraid Aeryn wouldn't come back, afraid of what Damien would do if she didn't....afraid Ben would rip her heart apart. |
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| mallyapple19 | May 17 2012, 05:07 AM Post #2283 |
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"Sure, honey. You keep telling yourself that," he said, rolling his eyes. "I do hate a lot of fucking shit, but....I'm sure I can come up with something. How about...." He tilted his head a bit, thinking. "How deep you wanna get yourself into? Because my immediate thought is if I win, you transfer partners and leave me the fuck alone." His smirk grew a little bit. "But if you're going to puss out on that, then you have to be my bitch for a week. Whatever I say. All the fucking paperwork, getting my coffee... that kind of shit. I could really use a maid right about now. As for the Fed... fine. He's your problem. Gets him off my fucking list of people to kill." |
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| never_fade_away | May 17 2012, 05:18 AM Post #2284 |
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Aeryn frowned at Damien's words, running her fingers through her hair before focusing back on the phone call. "Okay, now will you talk?" she asked Darius as she crossed her arms over her chest. She just wanted this all done and over with now. Ben frowned as he continued forward. "Okay, I'm going to pick you up then. And we'll get out of the bathroom, okay?" he told her as he continued forward. At one point, he did step on some glass as he winced. Instead, he beared with it as he got close enough to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her effortlessly and led her out of the bathroom. He was going to leave bloody footprints on the floor, but he was sure that didn't matter since they were leaving tomorrow. He placed her on the bed gently as he brushed some of her hair out of her face. "Where's your first aid kit?" he asked her softly, keeping the frown from his face. He didn't like seeing her hurt. "Psh. Trade partners? Jensine, that's your way of pussing it out and blaming it on me. Not going to happen." Ysabel pointed out. "But we'll go with that. Since I am really, that cocky and self assured." she smirked back at him. "And if I win... hmm... I do like the idea of you being my slave for a week. That sounds appealing. Big bad Jensine on his knees kissing my feet." she propped her chin up on her hand as she stared into his grey eyes with her dark brown ones. "Prepare to lose, pretty boy. And consider Fed boy dealt with." she waved that away. |
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| mallyapple19 | May 17 2012, 05:25 AM Post #2285 |
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Darius waited for a moment, but seemed satisfied. "Good. Now... you want to talk about the girl? What are you willing to give me, Aeryn? Because clearly, something has changed between a few hours ago and now. The girl is a teenage wasteland...so it can't be that you give a damn about her. It has to be something else. But what....?" He paused a moment. "I don't particularly want to do this over the phone. There's a little dive bar in the middle of downtown LA. It's called the Jack of all Trades. Be there in fifteen minutes, Aeryn. We should do this face to face, don't you think?" ~~ Adam watched her with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Then it's a deal, Ramirez. Next triathalon we're both here here, your ass is going to be my bitch for a week." He watched her for an extra moment, then stood up straight. "Now get the fuck out of my apartment. I'm going to bed. I'm fucking tired and your slut-ass is distracting me." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | May 17 2012, 05:26 AM Post #2286 |
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Keira didnt comment on the wince, rather she was surprised he was willing to help her after the way she'd treated him. She took a small intake of breath as he lifted her, letting it out in a small, soft hiss. "it's in the hall closet...but I also need a pill from the blue vial in my bag..." she told him, glancing passed him to the bloody footprints. "You're foot..." she pointed out, looking back at him with concern. |
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| never_fade_away | May 17 2012, 05:35 AM Post #2287 |
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"Oh. You're so disillusioned. It's cute." Ysabel taunted him before laughing. Standing up as well, she smoothed her dress down. "Then my job here is down. Night, pretty boy. See you tomorrow morning. Briiiiight and eaaaarly." she sang to him as she practically floated over to the door, her hips swinging like they always did. "Try not to dream of me too much. Can't have you getting ideas." with one last vicious smirk, she shut the door behind her and headed for her own apartment. "Yea. Haven't figured that part out yet." Aeryn muttered. She didn't HAVE anything to give him. Let alone know what the hell he wanted. It had been... six, no seven years since she last seen him. She left town six years ago, and it was the year before that she believed that May Lin had dated him. When he suggested meeting up in person, she frowned. She didn't really want to see him face to face to be honest. But... what choice did she have. "I don't want to, but fine. Be there soon." she told him shortly over the phone before hanging up. She had a long way to walk. Ben nodded as he already started headed to go grab them. "My foot will be fine. I've had worst." he shrugged off her concern as he walked out to go grab what she needed. It took a little to find the blue vial in her bag, but when he did, he headed straight back to her. Turning on her bedside lamp, he looked at her arms with a frown as he opened the first aid kit and began to tenderly take care of her, still not saying anything. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | May 17 2012, 05:42 AM Post #2288 |
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All Keira wanted to do was yank her arm away from him. She'd dealt with worse. Much worse. The cuts on her arm didn't even faze her until he started to clean them. She took a pill from the vial, swallowing it dry and closed her eyes. The only sign of her discomfort was a slight twitching of her hand any time the pain shot through her. She didn't speak and, even though her face didn't show it her teeth were clenched tight. |
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| never_fade_away | May 17 2012, 05:46 AM Post #2289 |
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It didn't take long for Ben to finish cleaning the cuts up on Keira's arms as he packed up the supplies again and placed the kit on her nightstand. He looked over his handiwork before into Keira's eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly, his eyes showing what his voice or face wasn't. The concern, worry, fear. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | May 17 2012, 05:55 AM Post #2290 |
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Keira almost growled at him but restrained herself. Kinda. "Oh I'm just damn peachy." she drawled dryly, going to sit up but she was getting nowhere real fast. She gave up the effort with a grunt-like sigh, opening her eyes so she stared at the ceiling, not him. "Fix your foot before you really do track blood everywhere..." her voice was slightly softer but still as blunt. |
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