Macbeth
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 11:04:03 GMT -5
((Rae--I KNOW. ;D That's why I love him, he's an adorable badass.))
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Post by tshamien on Oct 19, 2011 11:10:06 GMT -5
(if Spot ever died...*shifty eyes* Archer all the way LOL))
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 11:24:34 GMT -5
((Oh dear...not sure he'd go for that. Now, if Nevada died for real, and Tristan got really, really lonely...  ...yes, I'm almost incapable of making straight characters.)) |
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Post by raven on Oct 19, 2011 11:27:54 GMT -5
((JUST HAD A BUNNY!))
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 11:35:15 GMT -5
((Just responded to it--and good thing we switched to PM, because poor Ershey's gonna be so confused when she gets back here to post! <3))
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 19, 2011 12:37:00 GMT -5
(( Nevada better not die people....unless you want me off the board *cries*))
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Post by raven on Oct 19, 2011 12:42:20 GMT -5
((Nevada isn't dying!))
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 19, 2011 12:48:05 GMT -5
( hahaha good.....I'm kinda excited to find out what this bunny you have in your head is hahah))
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Post by Risk on Oct 19, 2011 20:07:10 GMT -5
((LOL, YOU GUYS.))
Maybe Macbeth should've taken the reins on this one and he could've stepped in when she needed muscle. Not that he had much, but he had fast reflexes. Obviously, he didn't do too well on the coming-up-with-ideas-to-get-out-of-here-alive side of things. Deciding to stay quiet, he glanced over at Macbeth then back to Archer, ready to react if anything happened.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 20:50:45 GMT -5
((Haha, I love him! But I feel like he might be sleeping on the couch tonight.))
Archer sat down at his desk and drummed his fingers a while. He glanced at Sentry, who must have shrugged, because he then went back to drumming. Macbeth squirmed and tried not to think about the possibility that he would contemplate this for hours while they stood here hoping not to die.
"I'll talk to him," Archer said at last. "If he seems all right and you're vouching for him, we might have a deal. Might."
Beth let out an actual sigh of relief.
"Of course, I might also want to talk to your friend here..."
"That really won't be necessary," Beth said quickly.
"If he's going to come in here and talk about cops--"
"There ain't gonna be no cops! We don't know any bloody cops! If cops show up, you have my full permission to hunt me down and break my kneecaps! And...and we gotta get home before my niece overdoses on cookies."
Archer stared at the two of them for an unbearably long time and then shook his head wearily. "Fine! Fine. Go."
Sentry, looking kind of disappointed, ushered them out of his office and shut the door.
"Seriously?" Beth growled at Risk as they headed out of the bar.
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Post by Risk on Oct 19, 2011 20:54:57 GMT -5
"You could've told me to keep my mouth shut!" mumbled Risk, a bit ashamed at how he let his mouth run away with him. "You know how I get! And I saw you panic, so I had to come up with something!" ((Poor Risk  He always gets in trouble lol)) |
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 20:58:24 GMT -5
"When I'm stuck trying to smooth things over, we are doomed," Beth informed him. "Doomed. And someone is so gonna be following us home now." She glanced around as they walked away from the pier, but whoever it was must have been as good as Wraith; she didn't see a soul. "Well, I hope Tristan's real bloody grateful."
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Post by Risk on Oct 19, 2011 21:02:11 GMT -5
"You know your way around here well enough?" he asked, not bothering to look behind him. He hoped they could lose them. The last thing he wanted was someone from Five Points knowing where they lived.
"Let's just say he should be eternally grateful," Risk mumbled, wanting nothing more than to be back home and in bed.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 19, 2011 21:17:13 GMT -5
She nodded. "We'll take a dodgy shortcut," she muttered, "though I'm hoping they'll just clear off when they realize we're not running for the bulls." She continued to shake her head in disbelief. He wasn't going to hear the end of this for years.
She led the way through a maze of alleys, knife out and glaring so ferociously that pickpockets, whores, and homeless prowlers all made way for them, and she really could've cried when they finally passed through the infamous intersection and officially returned to normal Manhattan. "I'm thinking tea," she announced out of blue. "Hot tea and cookies and ten hours of sleep." And, goddamn it, she had an audition tomorrow morning. Tristan officially owed her his soul.
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Post by Risk on Oct 19, 2011 23:23:37 GMT -5
Risk followed closely as they wove through the streets, his hand ready to grab his gun when needed. Once they reached their apartment, he finally let out a relieved sigh.
"I got it," he nodded, heading towards the kitchen and filling the kettle with water.
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...yes, I'm almost incapable of making straight characters.))
He always gets in trouble lol))