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Post by Killer on Mar 24, 2010 12:49:58 GMT -5
Killer shook his head. "I ain't worried about whether or not yer gonna eat. I don't care, remember?" He said angriliy. He finished his first sandwhich and started on the second. He put three quarters in and watched her flip his cards. "Full House." he said, looking at the three fours and two sixes. "I think I win," He said. He reached toward the pot, grabbed the change and left his ante in there. "Well, go on. Deal again. I win when you deal." He said.
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Post by Mischief on Mar 25, 2010 1:12:07 GMT -5
She laughed softly at his dealing comment as she dealed another round and flipped over the first card. "Not neccessarrily jus' cause I'm dealin' don't mean yer gonna win every hand,"she said. She looked down at her hand as she finished the licorice and she tossed a quarter into the pot. She wasn't too worried about losing anyway, they were just going to end up getting more money after they snatched Mercutio so she had nothing to worry about. She eyed her cards and smirked it was a good hand, she looked up at him,"ya in or out?" she asked as she leaned forward resting her elbows on the table.
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Post by Killer on Mar 25, 2010 15:50:41 GMT -5
Killer looked at his cards. "I'm in." He threw a quarter in, it bounced out, but he caught it before it went to far. He set it in the pot this time. "Now, look here. I think that if you deal, I will win. That's why I never deal. I always win when someone else deals." He said. "Give me a new card," He added, passing one to her, face side down. "Then I'll bet again, eh?" He said, taking another piece of licorice. He secretly loved licorice, and so far, only Tybalt knew that. And, well, Tybalt had beat it out of him. Tybalt had beat everything out of him. He still had the ragged scars on his back.
He shuddered thinking of the leader's cruelty. Tybalt's grandmother had had servants that she still whipped, and sometimes if he had been good, Tybalt was allowed to whip a few. And he was good at it. Frighteningly good at it. After punching him hard enough to break a few ribs, Tybalt had whipped him mercilessly in order to get what he wanted. That's why Killer, yes cold-hearted, soul less Killer, sort of wished he could just kill the other Lexemes straight out, instead of handing them over to Tybalt.
"Well? Are you gonna give me the damn card or not?" He asked, suddenly angry and slightly afraid. If they messed up, Tybalt would stick Killer's knife in very uncomfortable places and skin him alive from the inside out. Killer had not doubt he would.
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Post by Mischief on Mar 25, 2010 18:01:35 GMT -5
She listened to him and when his voice suddenly went from calm to pissed she slid over his card he was demanding and she flipped over the next card. She didn't know what to say any more, a minute ago he had actually seemed to be warming up to her and now he was back to being pissed off and angry, part of her wondered if she had done something wrong. She decided her best move would be to keep her mouth shut unless he asked her to speak otherwise.
She kept her eyes down on the cards in her hands, not a single expression on her face now, no smirk, no smile. She only released a small sigh as she thought to herself. A tiny part of her wished she had a normal life, a family, friends but the only taste she had even got of anything close to normal had been her short-lived relationship with Chase. She narrowed her eyes at the thoughts that filled her head, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, his kiss and then the thought of the Ace girl....what did she have that Mischief didn't have? She supposed now that he feared his life because of her, it was a heart that Ace had. Her thoughts jumped quickly from Chase to Ryder, he had treated her like nothing more than a toy, he had tied her up taunted her, let Shadow watch, what was wrong with these people? And surprisingly out of all of them....she found Killer to be the more reasonable and saner one...at least he had purpose to do the things he did, she had taunted him, that was enough reason to her for him to treat her as he did.
She looked up absently, still in thought as she let her eyes scan over him, she could tell now that his anger had not been fueled by her, but some inner thought he had been thinking of before he had spoken so harshly, she was beginning to understand him just a little more..
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Post by Killer on Mar 30, 2010 15:59:23 GMT -5
Killer took his card and looked at it carefully. He threw another quarter into the pot. "Well? What's your bet?" He asked quietly, tapping his fingers on the wood table. He looked out the window, then he stood suddenly, almost knocking the table over, but scattering the cards and pot. The coins clinked off the wooden floor. "He's early!" He announced loudly. Sure enough, the tall slight figure of Mercutio Lexeme was walking down the street, he was wearing one of his better suits.
"Come on. Get the stuff, Mischief. We've got work to do." he said, hurrying to the door. He threw it open, watching Mercury walk down the street. "Why is he early? And he's not heading to the docks, he's heading to..." Killer thought. "I think he's heading to Harlem! Of course, that whore had her kid at the wedding, right? He must be going to check up on them. Quick, we gotta get him before he reaches the end of the sidewalk, there he'll be in view of the tenements." Killer said hurriedly, thinking hard. He would make a struggle and people were home. Even though fights happened all the time in Brooklyn, someone would look and they would see a rich looking man getting tied up, not mugged. They had to be careful and time this right. "Lure him over here!" Killer demanded, panicking slightly. Tybalt was going to be furious. Playing cards and not doing their job...
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Post by Mischief on Mar 31, 2010 1:30:07 GMT -5
Mischief jumped when he had pointed out Mercury and she listened to his orders, she grabbed the rop and supplies handing them over to him quickly and she tried to remember if Mercury had seen her at the wedding and if he would recognize her and know not to come to her when she beckoned. She racked her mind for a minute and didn't recall him ever seeing her, so she figured they were in the clear.
She stepped out onto the sidewalk and new that her hair was abit more wavy than it had been at the wedding anyway, enough to cover her face. She faked a trip and in a moments time was on the sidewalk holding her ankle and whimpering in pain, fake pain of course,"Ow...Hey Misteh, do ya think ya can help meh?"she beckoned down to Mercury, her hair hiding most of her face as she spoke.
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