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Post by forsaken on Jul 20, 2010 20:32:39 GMT -5
ningyo laughed at the man, " see thats your emotions getting in the way, throw those out and think." ningyo truned to look at the older man he knew that the man will say something about his plan, but instead of saying anything ningyo truned back to the younger man. " you don't have to touch her, or the kids. if you say she has another man now, then the way to get even is to silence this new guy, and also her as you put it gay husband."
ningyo looked at the older man again before truning back to the younger one. " then when both of them are gone, you leave her life to, and once you do your new life can start."
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Post by michimoro on Jul 20, 2010 21:13:45 GMT -5
Gram stood with his back against the wall, and cupped his hand over his mouth while he smoked. He watched the newcomer with a steely look to his pale eyes.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 20, 2010 21:16:13 GMT -5
"You dont think Ive tried, friend? How stupid do you think I am?" Trever laughed. "The gay one has a happier trigger finger than I do. And his draw aint too bad either. And he'd sniff me out before I could even think to take him by surprise. And the new guy? Genesis? No way. How could I beat a 1st Class like him? Hes got his own fan club, for the love of Shiva." He shook his head. "I wish I had my own fan club..." He closed his eyes and flicked the ashes from his cig before taking another drag. "Trust me, I would if I could."
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Post by michimoro on Jul 20, 2010 21:23:32 GMT -5
Gram started chuckling then—a low and raspy sound that wasn't at all jovial.
"That's some shitty competition, kid. A First Class SOLDIER, huh? You might as well quit while you still have your head. There are few things on this planet that can take on someone of that caliber."
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Post by forsaken on Jul 20, 2010 21:32:55 GMT -5
ningyo shook his head, "your not getting it, i never said to fight them head on, remember you need to fight to live, and that means taking out anyway possible." Ningyo stopped for a second. " but go ahead keep getting drunk and cry over her, it seems like thats all you know how to do."
ningyo truned to face the older man, " your just as sad as he is. i see you trying to makie him feel better, but you should be giving him the hard truth. She is gone get over it or do something about it."
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Post by michimoro on Jul 20, 2010 21:46:29 GMT -5
Gram gave the stronger a hard look, before his lip twitched.
He then shook his head and laughed.
Really laughed.
Laughed so hard his gut almost wanted to burst. "Dammit, I'm gonna tear something if I keep listening to this little shit. I'm going back in."
Gram then kicked himself away from the wall and moved back toward the door.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 20, 2010 23:39:35 GMT -5
"Psh, dont go telling love sick puppies what to do unless your looking for a fight with the wolf. Youll get into trouble real fast." Trever poked the strangers chest as he glared straight into his eyes. "And dont tell me what I am n aint good for, punk. Thatll get you into some deeper shit even faster." Trever took one last drag at his cigarette just to blow smoke in his face and throw the butt on his foot. He stomped on it then, keeping his eyes locked onto the stranger's. "Dont. Try my patience. Im losing it by the minute." He warned for the last time, turning away to walk inside with his new found drinking buddy.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 21, 2010 13:56:53 GMT -5
Gram stepped through the door and limped his way back toward the bar. He then took a seat and stubbed the butt of his cigarette out into the ashtray.
After passing a glance toward Trever, Gram shifted his gaze toward the women currently singing at the karaoke mic.
“Sephiroth’s daughter, huh? Interesting…” He murmured with a trailing voice.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 21, 2010 14:34:45 GMT -5
Trever followed in behind him, but refused to sit or look anywhere but at the ground. He allowed Velent his gaze when he spoke. He was so used to Elstan saying it all the time that he really didnt see anything special about her unusual father and title. But then he thought about it. Yeah...sure was interesting. Whod fuck a maniac like Sephiroth? Then again did he really want to know? Trever snorted and looked to Velent again. "Whats going on in that head of yours, doc?"
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Post by michimoro on Jul 21, 2010 14:48:28 GMT -5
He watched the singer for just a short moment, before letting out a short laugh—once which sounded more like a grunt. Pale eyes shifted back to Trever before Gram turning back to the bar and propped his elbows against the counter.
“Just surprise… And a few questions,” he answered vaguely.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 21, 2010 14:58:58 GMT -5
"Oh yeah...?" The answer was vague but he didnt need to know anymore than that. He let himself slip one look at Elstan before turning his head to the door. He was so fed up with all this bullshit.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 21, 2010 15:03:04 GMT -5
Gram tapped his index finger twice against the table. As his eyes narrowed, he stared at the rack of liquor bottles.
After a short pause, he lifted his hand to scratch at the stubble on his chin, “You and me, kid… We seem to have a similar taste in dangerous women. Trust me when I say it’s best to forget about her.”
Gram frowned, keeping his place at the bar. He did not look at Trever as the youth turned to walk away.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 21, 2010 15:58:04 GMT -5
"You think so?" Trever turned back to him. He had to laugh at that but he didnt quite know why. "Can you still handle girls like that. old man? If ya can, teach me." He smirked then and sat beside him. He ignored his comment about forgetting her that was out of the question. "Anything ya need, man. Drinks are all on me tonight. Least I can do for your kindness tonight." He held his shoulder firmly and smirked again. "Kindness is something I personally have trouble finding unfortunately..."
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Post by michimoro on Jul 21, 2010 16:02:47 GMT -5
Gram smiled grimly, “As you suggested earlier, I have been around the block a few times... And under it, too.”
Then he nodded his thanks at the offer for drinks.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 22, 2010 0:23:10 GMT -5
Gram ordered another drink. This time, it was a foamy, dark colored beer that carried a bitter taste and nearly had the consistency of molasses.
It was just the way he liked it.
After indulging in a few long sips, Gram set the frosted glass back down upon the counter and turned a pale eye on Trever. “Speaking about the kindness of strangers… I am low on gill and am in need of some work. Would you know someone who may be willing to hire an old fart like myself?”
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