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Post by pristorn on Feb 19, 2011 15:50:53 GMT
The morning found Julian rested, as he went through the motions of routine. He quickly showered and dressed, ate a small breakfast, and prepared his thoughts for the sermon of the day.
He did his best to straighten up the chapel for any possible guests, being sure to wipe down the pews to a polished finish. Contented with his efforts, he sat back for a time to wait for any visitors.
Allen awoke and helped with any remaining chores shortly after, much to Ambrose's delight. The hound greeted him happily, while Allen chuckled and kneeled down to embrace the creature.
"I'm surprised you didn't sleep later. I heard you up late last night." Allen glanced up to Julian offering a good-natured grin, "Unexpected visitors?"
Julian smiled and took a moment to scratch the back of his head, thinking, "Unexpected to be sure, but not unwanted. You remember Father Davis? He came by for a visit and a bit of conversation. He's doing well, though it seemed like he had a lot on his mind."
Allen's brow rose in surprise at the mention of his old mentor, "Father Davis eh? I'm surprised he'd come by to visit someone who left the church."
Julian shook his head, "He doesn't hold any ill will about that. He almost seemed understanding about the whole thing. Other then that, we've got a single guest for today. Guy by the name of Hue. He rolled in rather early this morning, but seemed amicable enough. Probably won't hear a peep from him until noon perhaps. Poor man seemed very tired."
Allen nodded in understanding, he himself slept long and often as of late, but he felt better then he'd had in years, "It's a good thing you do here, Julian. I'll never say that enough. You saved my life." Allen rose from petting Ambrose to walk over and embrace Julian.
Julian returned the hug, offering a chuckle, "All this is worth it then. I certainly couldn't leave my best-friend to live out his life on the street." Offering a comforting pat to Allen's arm, Julian motioned toward the kitchen, "You must be hungry. Go get yourself some breakfast. Oh, and I made coffee. Some food will do you good."
Allen nodded, before heading for the kitchen, leaving Julian with Ambrose and his thoughts.
Taking a seat on a nearby pew, Julian absently patted the dog while wondering if any would arrive then the usual few for his words. The fact that a few souls did always come was encouraging, even if the majority only seemed to be bums off the street looking for a place to rest for a while. Regardless, they would hear his words in a house of God. That had to mean something.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 21, 2011 12:49:58 GMT
Dahlia came into the halfway house. This had to be it, this was the only place that wasn't a crack house or a place for girls to turn tricks on this street. She had seen Jeremy, another lieutenant, but she was on good with him so he just nodded to her and pretended not to see her. She cursed, this was a fricken church, the one place her kind didn't belong. She sighed, looking across the room at the cross, "Please let me just rest here and I swear I will not shed blood" she whispered softly. Dahlia had standards and she had not shed blood in a holy place yet, nor did she ever wish to. She came in and saw a man sitting down. She was completely soaked, her skin was pale as it was frozen, and her blue eyes screamed exhaustion as well as withdrawal. She wanted to use so damn bad, but she knew if she did with a concussion she would die. "Hello?" she said quietly. She saw a dog perk up its ears and she made sure not to look it in the eye, not wanting it to bite her. "One of the girls.." she thought of a cover story, "I work with, she said she came here to get help getting clean. I slipped and fell last night, hit my head pretty good, I need a place to rest for a while, as my apartment was burned down". Would he kick her out? She wasn't sure, but she did her best effort to seem a tired, woman in a city too dangerous for her, but she was damn exhausted, it was extremely difficult to pretend right now.
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Post by pristorn on Feb 21, 2011 15:06:50 GMT
As always, Ambrose was the first to notice company. The dog perked up as the woman entered, glancing in her direction before getting Julian's attention with a small whimper. Rising from its haunches, Ambrose then paced over to the newcomer. Sitting before her, Ambrose glanced up at the woman with a curious expression, its tail wagging absently.
Julian rose a moment later from his thoughts to walk over and listen to Dahlia's story. His eyes watched her own with concern and sympathy. Julian knew she spoke the truth about the drugs, having seen the same expression Allen had once had. The exhaustion, the still overwhelming urge to use again, the pain and sadness. Nodding slightly, Julian rose a reassuring hand to her shoulder, "Yes, yes of course. Please come in...have a seat. You said you hit your head?" Julian looked her over a moment, "Are you sure you're ok? You don't need medical attention?"
Noticing her damp clothing from the touch of her shoulder, Julian blinked in surprise, glancing about in worry, "Oh my goodness, you're soaked! We need to get you warmed up and dry...." Julian turned to call out toward the kitchen, "Allen! Could you please bring some towels? We've got a woman who's nearly soaked to the bone!"
Allen poked his head out at the call, taking one glance at Julian and Dahlia and nodding his head vigoriously before disappearing. Returning a moment later, he came running through the chapel with several white towels in hand. "Here...Let's get you dry! You could catch pneumonia as cold as you look..." The two men quickly got several of the towels wrapped around Dahlia before Julian looked to Allen, "Allen, she said she hit her head bad last night and that she's trying to get clean."
Allen immediately looked Dahlia over, meeting her eyes for a long moment before nodding. His gaze softened, full of compassion and worry, "I understand...I'll get her upstairs and into a room. And I'll fetch some clean clothes...those won't do her any good as soaked as they are."
Julian turned back to Dahlia, "You said your place burned down?? God bless you've had a rough night. Do you remember how long ago it was since you hit your head? If there is a concussion, we'd have to wait before you could sleep, I'm sorry to say."
Blinking in surprise, Julian realized he hadn't introduced himself, "Lord forgive me. My name is Julian, I own and run the Mission. You're welcome to stay as long as you need. This is Allen, a long time friend of mine. I helped him through his addiction, so you have someone who understands just what you're going through..." Allen nodded, offering a compassionate smile. "What's your name? Did you need us to contact anyone for you?"
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 21, 2011 20:58:26 GMT
Dahlia, for the first time since she discovered her mother, was caught off guard. She had spent so long walking on eggshells for a man who pretended to care, she had forgotten what real kindness felt like. Kenny was kind, but it was different. They were both assassins, they kept adding stones to the wall that was required to be an assassin. Both of them had good hearts, a bad condition when death was your business, so they held each other safe from the constant pounding of the tide, each other's sea wall. Dahlia felt suddenly very, very guilty. How many men had she killed? She had only killed one woman, one woman who's eyes were forever engraved into her mind. She didn't deserve kindness like this, but if she was to survive, if she was to go back..to him, she needed help. She shook her head at the mention of medical treatment, "I've already been to the hospital. They asked me to leave politely, they need their beds. I am supposed to take these every few hours till they run out". She showed a bottle. They had offered her oxycotten, but she knew if she took those she might as well stick a needle in her arm. So they gave her anti-inflammatory pills, which did nothing for the throbbing in her head. "I'm not supposed to sleep till 11 I guess. I've been pulling fifteen hour shifts every day for two weeks, so I don't know how I managed to stay up this long". Eric had been riding her hard. She had been up early to do jobs, and then to the docks to check and make sure everything was fine. She was lucky if it was 4 by the time she got home, and she had to be out of her apartment by 7 to catch the subway at the right time. Two weeks straight had begun to burn her. Maybe the apartment fire had been a blessing, a chance to relax. When Allen looked in her eyes she immediately looked away. Normally, she could put on a false face, make men believe whatever they wanted, but she was exhausted, she could barely think straight enough to cover her lies. "My name is Dahlia." At the mention of anyone, she shook her head. "No, I work so much all I have is my boss and co-workers. They're probably waking up for today's work. They don't need to deal with my personal drama". Dahlia didn't look the men in the eyes, feeling incredibly guilty. She enjoyed doing her job, she didn't regret killing those men, and here she was, in a place of light and hope, getting help from good men. She was a shadow invading a place of peace. As she neared the alter though she felt the warmth she sometimes felt when she went to her mother's grave. She smiled and touched it as she went by, "Hi mom" she whispered softly. The memory of her mother's pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, and angelic face made her take a breath and nod. Her mother wanted her just to accept the kindness she was getting, and she would.
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Post by pristorn on Feb 22, 2011 2:08:41 GMT
"Hmm, Dahlia...Well, you are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. There is no judgement or guilt here. Only God's mercy and love." Julian offered a renewed smile, noting how she touched to altar.
"If you'd like you can certainly sit in. I was just getting around to beginning today's sermon." Julian looked around at the sparse number of usuals, more then likely there to simply have a nice place to sit and keep warm for an hour or so. "If you'd prefer to see your room, Allen can take you upstairs."
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 22, 2011 12:53:23 GMT
Dahlia smiled warmly at the man. She didn't think truly kind and untainted people existed anymore, but there was no agenda behind his smile, unless wanting to help others was considered an agenda, which could be in one light. "You're being kind enough to let me in, I think I can be kind enough to listen to your words". She sat down in a pew off to the side, away from the others. She took out Kenny's cellphone and turned it off. "Sorry Kenny" she whispered as she put it back into the old backpack. She looked at the others in the room, all bums, a few she had seen on the streets, a few she had bought food or given them some money. Dahlia had been like that for a week, but as bad as Donn was, he had gotten her off the streets and given her a job. She had, had a roof over her head, and made more money then most honest people, but she knew she could make as much as million a job if she went rogue. She sighed, the more she tried to pull away from him, the more he pulled her in like a magnet. She wanted to scratch his face off most days, she didn't know what it was that made her...she shook her head. There was something there she couldn't see, something that kept her in his shadow. She sat back in the pew, she had never been to a service before. If they prayed, she would pray for her mother, her mother was the only good part of her anymore, the rest of her was all her father.
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Post by sonata on Feb 23, 2011 10:02:51 GMT
Hue had turned over in the middle of the night and was lying face down with his face tucked between the wall and the bed. There had been much commotion downstairs that had jerked him from his deep sleep into a state of mild awareness. He could feel the taut sheets of the mattress, reminding him of the past events that led up to his arrival at the missionary. The stocks of his pistols were smashing into his sides as Hue breathed a soft moan of laziness. He didn’t want to wake up nor get up, but his bladder had been waiting patiently for him to wake just to make an eager commotion. The prophet rolled onto his back, his eyes closed, crusty with sleep. He laid there for a moment, listening to one voice he recognized but he hadn’t heard the others.
Finally, Hue got up. He couldn’t resist the pleas of the urine that wanted to gush out of him. The prophet crossed the room and as soon as he opened his bedroom door he closed it, as he recalled the guns strapped to his shoulders. Well, that was irritating. He couldn’t be seen walking around with guns strapped to himself in a church, and he didn’t like the idea of separating from his weapons. Reluctantly, he rolled his shoulders and the straps lowered to his hands. Hue stowed the guns beneath his blanket before he then practically skipped out the door and jogged to the john.
First Floor…
After Hue had visited the bathroom, he had heard several voices. They were the murmurs of people; and curiously, he quietly made his way downstairs and into the chapel, where he saw many homeless and some who just looked like church-goers. A few eyes glanced at him, the strange man who stood before them, looking like he just crawled out of bed. Well, what do you know? His brown hair was slightly frizzed as he stood there in his usual tank and cargos. Hell, he hadn’t had a change of clothes since…he didn’t wish to recall.
An old, brown-skinned woman was staring at him with intrigue before she made a gesture Hue wasn’t expecting. She slid over in her seat to make room for him to sit if he wanted to. What? Hue thought. He wanted to go back to bed; but as other people continued to stare at him, he was beginning to feel that returning to bed was unchristian of him. Rolling his eyes until they stared up at the ceiling, his expression clearly saying oh brother, Hue walked over to the old woman and dropped into the seat next to her as she gave him a warm smile, and looked him over without sexual implication.
The elder woman was very petite as she sat straight in her chair with her legs together and her handbag resting in her lap. Her hands were crossed upon it at the wrists. She was wearing a royal purple dress that extended down a few inches past her knees with vanilla dress shoes that matched the wool-knit blouse on her shoulders. Her grey hair was woven into two braids that were pinned to the back of her head in two loops down her nape. She had seen the dark-red cut on Hue’s arm and hand, and frowned at him in surprise.
“You should put some peroxide on that and get ya’self all bandaged up,” she told him.
Hue glanced down at his arm and turned it into his stomach to hide his injury. “I’ll be sure to do that when I get the chance,” he muttered. He then leaned against the backrest, slumping low in his chair and closing his eyes. I just want to return to bed, he moaned on the inside.
“Sit up in that chair!” the old woman snapped.
Hue was startled by the command as his eyes flashed open and he slowly did as he was told, staring at this woman like a scolded child. “You a grown man,” she added.
The prophet shifted uncomfortably in his seat and sighed once again. This was why he didn’t go to churches anymore.
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 24, 2011 0:37:55 GMT
Tyson
Don't ask me what I'm doing.
Tyson wandered into the halfway house, flicking a cigarette on the ground before opening the door. It was the smell that had brought him here, the irresistible aroma of food. His stomach grumbled just thinking about the riches inside.
He opened the door, looking at all the people who were in the half-way house, all looking like they were from the streets. Tyson had enough decency to clean up, even if he had no home, there was always a way to break into someones house, couldn't hurt to use a shower while in there now could it?
His eyes darted around, looking for any familiar face that might cause him trouble, his hand lay restlessly against his side, ready, just in case someone decided to try something.
The sound of a preacher brought him to the chapel area. When was the last time I've been to church? He asked himself, knowing the answer, almost 5 years, it had been so long... He snapped back to reality as he saw the people bowing there heads in prayer. He chuckled dryly, how can they pray to someone who only causes torture? Yet how could he pray? Like he still did every night before he went to bed, wherever his bed might be.
A woman caught his eye. She seemed to not know the sayings to the prayer, unused to being in a church environment. Tyson studied her for a second, easily recognizing her, Dahlia, from one of his rival gangs, or used to be anyway. Ever since he had quit, no one was his rival.
Tyson was more a rouge then ever, trying to turn to the right side of the world, when no one would accept someone with such a dirty soul as his. He waved his hand using two fingers, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Tyson still looked scruffy, embarrassed he was to admit it, a little bit of a 5 o'clock shadow, his shirt and pants, clean but raggedy. He barely had shoes, they were slowly falling apart.
He leaned against the wall.
Because I have no clue
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 24, 2011 12:35:03 GMT
Dahlia had fallen deep into her thoughts, thinking what to say to the boss, but she knew she had to let her guard down, let him read her, see that she was telling the truth when she told him she was being set up. She hated letting her guard down around him, she felt as if she were standing naked in front of him. She looked up as she heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. The man looked out of place here. He looked like a spoiled rich kid with a bad attitude. Dahlia smiled, that had been her once. Funny how watching your dad axe your mom to death changed your bad attitude, well slightly, Dahlia still had an attitude problem most of the time. He seemed annoyed, and she couldn't help but smile as the older woman scolded him. He looked like he was about to slip back into sleep, she wondered if the older woman was going to hit him. Soon after she felt like someone was watching her. She looked behind her at the man in the doorway. She could see recognition in his eyes, but Dahlia didn't recognize him. She noticed his uneasy hand at his hip and looked into his eyes for a long while. There seemed to be some silent communication between them, some of the bums becoming uneasy, recognizing the silent stares. Dahlia could see he was worn out as her, and Dahlia was damn tired, she would be slower to grab her gun then usual, she would be dead if she got in a fire fight. She blinked and sighed, he just wanted somewhere to rest as much as her. She picked up the old backpack and scooted over, letting him have a place to sit if he wanted it.
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Post by pristorn on Feb 24, 2011 17:01:22 GMT
Seeing everyone settle in, Julian made his way to the front of the small chapel, standing before the simple wooden table and cross. There was no podium, and he simply stood at the end of the rows of pews, arms crossed behind his back as he looked over the group gathered before him. Many faces he recognized, the bums and the downtrodden, come to find a warm place from the cold and a little something to eat before returning to the troubles on the streets. Among them, Julian also saw new faces, and this brought him a sense of accomplishment and confidence. There were still people out there to be saved, not merely by the love and mercy that Julian knew God granted, but also a physical salvation...a safety from the crime and violence of the streets. A home that did not judge nor criticize. Julian offered a broad smile at the thought. No matter the troubles or obstacles he faced, here and now, Julian knew those problems were justified. God's love and mercy was truly being shown here.
"Thank you all for being here, my friends." He began, taking a moment to meet the gaze of everyone, offering nods of thanks and a warm genuine smile, "Your attendence in this meager house of God is uplifting, not only for myself, but for the Lord himself. We face a myriad of troubles in these present times, my friends. I will not speak to bring fear to you, to preach on the rise of Satan and demons, to terrify you into taking the Lord as your savior. The truth is that many of us, many of you, have already seen a hell more vivid then any scene from the bible."
"You have witnessed first-hand the violence on our streets. The drugs that enslave our minds. The villiany that preys upon the hope and dreams of the meek and good-hearted. I do not have to recite scripture, or bore you with stories that have no grounds to the pain you feel today." Julian reached over to the table behind him to lift a bible into his hand, raising it for the group to see. "Though some might find it comforting, as I know I do, these words do not put food in your bellies. They do not fight off the tyrants that plague you. They do not give you a warm bed, clean clothing, and a home protected from the evils of the city."
"The Bible is only so great as the goals and motivations we gain from it, my friends." Julian returned the book carefully to the table behind him, renewing his smile, "What is necessary now are actions. Clear representations of the mercy and love of God. Actions to prove the Lord is good and pure. That he loves us, despite our trespasses against one another." Beginning to pace before the group, Julian continued, "We must stifle this tide of darkness before us, friends."
"But how do we do this? Do we fight it? Do we simply survive? Do we pack up and move on, hoping to leave these evils behind us?" His calm glance surveyed the room, "I can not in good conscience tell you what you must do, friends. It is not my place to direct you, to command you. You and your free will alone can do that, with or without God's blessing. Life is full of trials so that we can learn to appreciate the Lord in what we have, no matter what it may be. As his faithful, we must make the decision within ourselves whether we are strong enough to serve him, to serve God...or to give in to the darkness that surrounds us and to simply try to survive."
"This darkness is like an ocean, friends. Deep, dark and cold waters that threatened to drown us with every current and undertow. We fight against it as best we can...against the violence, the drugs, the hopelessness we see around us. Yet if we all but struggle, on our own, we have little hope to succeed. These waters are strong, terrible. In order to succeed...to find the dry land of salvation, we must work together."
"Look around you friends. You are not alone here, just as you are not alone among this ocean of darkness. No matter your reasons, you have come here, and that is proof that God loves us. Despite the troubles and the violence, there is an undeniable spirit within us. We as God's children are capable of both great good as well as great evil. Separate we may but drown, but together we can't help but find salvation!" Julian renewed his smile, outstretching his hands.
"You are all capable of your own salvation. Together we are stronger then any drug, any gang or violence. Together in our faith and our hope...there is so much that is within our accomplishment. This grants us hope, and this hope is God's gift and grace. It is a physical feeling. I can feel it rise in my heart everyday I open this House of God to you all. It warms me, soothes my doubts, and reminds me that God is full of awesome mercy and love."
Looking down, he composed his thoughts, "Yes...we have doubts. As I said, even I have them. This is only natural. The world around us is full of uncertainty and troubles. Yet if we but ask the Lord for guidance, and find the safety we have here together, these doubts can and will be abated. We will succeed my friends, because no matter what, we have faith and hope. The darkness can not claim that. The drugs, the violence, it can only go against itself when left to its own devices. The cycle will only lead to self-destruction. We have but to take hold of our hope...our Light! Against this foundation...this bedrock of our resolve and our faith, no ocean can hope to contend."
"I thank the Lord everyday for this chance to see you, friends. I pray and give thanks for this simple communion we gather for. For it is full of hope. Everyday that I see you all, no matter the troubles outside these walls, I know we are succeeding. No matter how the day finds you, whether you come here hungry, cold and in need of help. I am grateful, for it is simply another chance to renew our hope and faith. These days are not easy, and I know you come here for your own reasons..." Julian smiled, his eyes showing only warmth and love, "Yet I also know that the capability for great good is within us all. You have only but to take it. To hold on to it and make it your own. With your faith and your hope, I promise you, this darkness can not touch you. It would not dare to, for in this moment, God sees us friends. He blesses us with this humble place to gather, to share our successes and failures. To tend our ailments and share our concerns. This is an example of his mercy and love. You are part of that. This place is nothing if not for your coming here."
"Please remember this as you go out into the world. Take comfort in what we share here today, and know that we are all friends. Warm yourselves, share stories, and remember that you are loved and welcomed here as you need it. Remember that action is the greatest show of God's love, and our hope is resolute. Thank you all for being here, and God bless every one of you. Thank you."
Julian made the sign of the cross to end the sermon, offering handshakes and words of encouragement to those who sought it, lending a patient ear to those who wished to speak, or a comforting shoulder to the few who felt overwhelmed. All the while offering a genuine and loving smile.
God was truly merciful, even to those who did not know it.
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 24, 2011 23:41:32 GMT
Tyson
He slowly sat down beside the woman, his black hair falling in front of his face covering his icy blue eyes. "I don't suppose you remember me, Last time I saw you I was only 15 still learning the ropes." He said, looking at the ground as he talked, leaning forward.
He stared down at his shoes, scuffed and ruined. Tyson is 19, 19, 20, 21 who counts? Not him at least. He closed his eyes, listening to the Preacher drone on and on about drug abuse and the bible. He was lucky he didn't get caught up in drugs, only alcohol and cigarettes.
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Post by sonata on Feb 25, 2011 0:35:29 GMT
To Hue, the sermon was over as soon as Julian placed the bible back on the table, and didn't bother to use it. Why, the bible was one of his weapons against the evil that tried to use corrupt humans to kill him and harm others just like him. Without the bread of God, the man's lecture was empty not even a meal that the Holy Spirit would show up to. It was a good example for why he didn't go to church anymore—one of several examples. Anyone could write a speech of motivation, but if he wanted to hear just any speech, he would have signed up for therapy. As others began to rise and conclude their morning, Hue stood and frowned, feeling hardly satisfied. He should have went straight back to bed.
The prophet stood and headed back to the steps, planning to return to his room to read for awhile. His spirit needed some rejuvenation. A church that wasn't going to use the bible wasn't a church at all—at least not a Christian one. He agreed with Julian at the beginning of his speech—Hue couldn't call it a sermon for without a text of scripture, it wasn't anything but that: a speech—that the bible can only do so much, but it was the preacher's job to examine the bible and to find verses to back up his delivery. How could he justify God's word as being important or effective, if he didn't use it? He didn’t bother to justify it at all.
Hue ascended the steps and passed through the hall. He wasn't going to speak out his opinions to stain Julian's church and reputation. His address might have been positive for some, but it hadn't done much for him. There were some who were meant to be preachers and others who thought they were. Hue knew he wasn't a preacher. He was able to defend God if ever confronted with an unfaithful person but to preach to several people…he had never done such a thing or tried. Being that this church was a perfect example, who cares about the teachings of the bible anymore?
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 25, 2011 13:56:47 GMT
{OOC: Chocolate the correct answer to her coded question is something like 'no its not, its the inland taipan' or something worded better, inland taipan is the correct answer anyways}
Dahlia studied him for a long while. She couldn't put a name to the face, but the voice, the voice sounded so familiar. She tried to think back all of the three years, but the harder she thought, the more her head pounded. She looked at him, whatever or whoever he worked for, he wasn't making money now, he looked like he had spent a good long while on the streets. She heard the preacher's words and she became pale, she wanted to slip out, she didn't belong here, it was because of her that the drugs and guns made it safely to the street, and other countries. "You know that the cobra is the deadliest snake in the world?" Dahlia was talking in code. She was distracted for a moment by the other stranger in there. He seemed to have a real bad attitude problem. She shook her head at him and looked back at the man sitting next to her, waiting for his answer.
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 25, 2011 22:17:20 GMT
Tyson
He quickly picked up on the coded phrase. Now, how to respond, his mind quickly came up with the answer. Three months of studying the stuff had finally paid off. "No, It's not it's the Inland Taipan." He said, looking at her, then at the ground, aware of the guy, with the attitude that lingered in the air.
Now, the question was, what was going to happen next. He began to analyze all the possible situations, going through all of them, scratching most of them off, one by one.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 25, 2011 23:54:43 GMT
Dahlia leaned back and closed her eyes. "So you're here to escort me back to the club?" She was careful to keep her voice low which made it harder to hide her emotion. "Is he angry like when I push his buttons to see how much I can ruffle his feathers before he gives me a warning look, or is he pissed like when he drags down someone to the pit?" She looked at him with ghostly pale blue eyes. "Does he believe I didn't set him up? God damnit" she cursed a little too loud. A few people looked in her direction and she apologized. She leaned her elbows on her knees so she could speak more privately to him, "I have worked my ass off for three years for that damn overgrown garter snake. Why, if I was playing dirty, would I just let 20 million dollars go? In the last two weeks I've been around million of dollars in drugs and other things, never once is any of it missing when I'm working. Why the hell would I play dirty and not try to steal?" She sat up and swallowed some emotion. She shook her head, "He doesn't deserve my loyalty if he actually believes I'd frack him over. He's an idiot if he believes that". Dahlia wasn't really thinking about what she was saying, she just needed to speak it to someone, anyone.
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