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Post by Peep on Mar 13, 2010 14:46:26 GMT -5
Killer curled his lip. "Only for another five hundred." He snarled. Tybalt shrugged and tossed the man the money. Killer caught it. Their teamwork was phenomnal. "Don't sit near me. I don't want to be near you." Killer said, pushing her away angrily. He shook his head.
Tybalt looked at Ryder and Shadow. "Hmm... Perhaps. But I do not you causing trouble. I, of course, will be sending back up to make sure neither of you mess anything up." He nodded vigourously. "You will not know who it is, so that way, you can not... Persuade them into giving you high marks." He smirked. "This will be a test, to see if you all belong. Otherwise, I will have to kill you." Tybalt smiled at them, contrasting with the severity of his words.
Killer sneered. Yes, Tybalt had not shown his true strength yet. Did all these people believe he was working with him just for the money? No, it was because... Tybalt had almost killed him with his bare hands. Tybalt had almost strangled him to death, after breaking two of his ribs with one hit...
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Post by Mischief on Mar 13, 2010 16:52:33 GMT -5
Mischief growled but moved away after he pushed her and she glared over at him before looking at Tybalt,"So if they do something idiotic that messes with my job it is put against them and not me right?"she asked him wanting to be clear that if they were to screw things up for her they were the ones in trouble and not her. She wasn't going to be brought down because Ryder wanted to have his own fun or because Shadow didn't stop Ryder. She knew that Tybalt was fair to a point and she hoped that this was one of those points he was fair in. She looked down as she let her hair fall into her face and she began devising a plan in her head for the wedding, easy enough, seduce the boy after, then get rid of him if Ryder got involved she wanted it to be his throat and not her own.
Ryder eyed Mischief, he knew she would rather save her ass, they all would rather save their own asses than someone else, but in his case he was willing to sacrifice if it meant ensuring that some members stay a secret and others don't, he would rather she stay out of the light because she could be of use later. He nodded at Tybalt,"I assure you I will attempt to stay out of her way and if a scene is caused and it ends without what you asked to be done being done, then punishment is expected,"he stated in understanding. Shadow nodded,"I think it fair if one of us mess up and it is not Mischief's fault, we pay the price,"he agreed with Mischief as he looked at Tybalt expectantly.
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Post by Satine on Mar 15, 2010 18:58:54 GMT -5
Satine sat quietly as the meeting continued, climaxed, and then began to drop off. As the members began to leave, all in different frames of mind and physical well-being, she watched Ty carefully to see if he would ask her too to leave. When he made no move to dismiss her, she continued to sit quietly until only Ty, Killer, and she remained. Killer looked to be in a sullen mood, arguing with his leader over something as usual, and it made Satine want to laugh. How horrible it must be to go through life angry at everyone and everything… She much preferred her way of seeing things, it made life more fun and enjoyable.
Now if only the brute would leave so she could finally talk with Ty… She dared not mention it though, or even ask. For confident as she was, gang leaders were not people to mess with or interrupt. It was part of the reason she was so attracted to Tybalt’s kind in the first place.
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Post by Tybalt on Mar 16, 2010 15:31:59 GMT -5
Tybalt nodded patiently at Killer's ranting, but he did not hear much. He was vitally aware of Satine in the corner. Tybalt stood, stretched and turned to Killer. "I hear you Al, anything you want. Please, go get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow and all."
"What're you goin' to do?" Killer asked, moving toward the tunnel's entrance.
"I have something to discuss with Satine. Now, go." Tybalt waved him away, Killer slunk down the hall, muttering something that suspiciously sounded like 'stab him in the back... twist the knife...' Tybalt turned to the striking woman. "Now Satine, you've been awfully quiet lately." He said, his voice becoming husky. He moved over to her, until he was right in front of her.
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Post by Satine on Mar 25, 2010 23:29:59 GMT -5
Satine stood up slowly, the movement bringing her face very close to his. Chuckling softly, she looked down and whispered, “I don’t really like talking in front of your cartel, Ty. They… scare me a little.” The way King’s members looked at her made Satine wonder if they were imagining “offing” her, and not even Tybalt’s protection could stop the shiver that ran up her spine. They were some of the few she’d met who could destroy her normal confidence and it was not a good feeling. “Besides, I have nothing to say to the rest of your Cartel,” she said, placing her hands on his chest, “it’s you I do this for.” Her hands slid up to hook around his neck and her eyes dropped to his lips before looking back up.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 17, 2010 13:39:35 GMT -5
Tybalt smiled, well smirked, but it was a nice smirk. "They wouldn't dream of touching you. They all know this..." He said, whispering in her ear silkily. He kissed her cheek gently and looked at her. "And you shouldn't have anything to say to them. You're my secret weapon. Peep runs his mouth to much, you can see that. But you... You're perfect." He chuckled darkly. He enjoyed the feeling of her hands around his neck, and he did not miss her glance. He smiled and kissed her on the lips. "Any information for me, my little pet?" He purred.
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