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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 7:00:53 GMT -5
So there he was standing in the middle of the bedroom with his pants down around his ankles getting screamed at in Russian. Tristan had no fucking idea who this guy was or why he was screaming at him in Russian. It probably had something to do with Cherry who was staring at him from the bed with a bemused smile, sheet pulled up over her chest. That bitch. She did it on purpose.
He was still yelling in Russian. Tristan had two options here. 1) flee through the window, or 2) kick the Russian's ass. The window would be easier, kicking the Russian's ass would be more fun. He just wanted to pull up his pants.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 7:08:34 GMT -5
Kennedy was climbing up the fire escape -- it was such a beautiful, cool night that she couldn't resist a good climb.
When she heard the screaming, she went over backwards and looked in the window -- hanging upside down like a monkey. Her knees wrapped around the bar, keeping her safe as she assessed the situation from an odd angle.
She grinned at Tristan.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 11:33:53 GMT -5
Tristan thought he saw something moving in the window...but he couldn't exactly be sure. Oh wait yes, there was a girl...a very blonde girl hanging in the window of one of the most notorious brothels in Brooklyn.
He peered his head closer to the window and said, "Kennedy?" That was when he decided to go out the window. Tristan yanked up his pants with one hand and ran. The Russian continued his tirade of curses and arm flailing chasing after him. Cherry screamed.
"Bye toots!" Tristan yelled as he kicked in the glass of the window with his boot and dove through the open window, grabbing at the fire escape railing just in time.
"DO SOMETHING!" He yelled to Kennedy.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 11:35:25 GMT -5
Still upside down, Kennedy started to sway back and forth while humming Greensleeves.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 12:20:05 GMT -5
At that moment Tristan literally could have killed her, strangled her, ripped her fucking throat out, but he was too busy being pulled back inside by the screaming Russian. "Son of a bitch!" Tristan tried desperately to free his foot from the man's grasp but was having a bit of trouble. Finally he managed to wriggled free and in an instand brough the heel of his foot down on the Russian's nose. Blood spurted as he reeled backward, hands covering his nose. "Ack!" Tristan exclaimed as a piece of glass jammed itself into his shin. He scrambled to his feet and pulled himself up onto the roof. "Thanks for nothing," He ran his tongue over his teeth and spit to the side. Read more: oldschoolnewsies.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=brothel&thread=22&page=1#ixzz1U57oUgJs |
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 12:30:02 GMT -5
Kennedy somersaulted down onto the fire escape before following Tristan up.
"What did you honestly expect me to do?" She sounded like she was floating. "I still write letters to Santa and even I'm not that stupid. I know my own size and limitations." She knelt down in front of Tristan, looking at his leg. "Don't move," she advised softly, then slowly removed the piece of glass from his leg.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 12:46:27 GMT -5
He yelped and then glared at her, before starting to limp off. To where he couldn't tell you.
"You coulda kicked him or something, jesus." He stopped and turned around to face her. "What're you doin here anyway? You realize how it looks? You're on the roof of a whorehouse."
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 12:55:37 GMT -5
"No, I don't know how it looks. I suppose I can guess how you think it looks. But the only person I worry about how they think is myself," she continued in her drifting way. "Come back here," she said, undoing the buttons on her shirt.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 12:58:36 GMT -5
Tristan turned around and started laughing.
"I could just got killed and you're getting naked! Are you kidding me? Nothing kills a hard on like near death." He said...then he found himself actually thinking about it.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 13:00:49 GMT -5
Kennedy just ignored Tristan. She was wearing two layers of clothing, though underneath her button down was more of an undershirt. She shivered as she ripped one of the sleeves off.
She tied it around Tristan's cut.
"It was pretty deep. You may need stitches," she said, rising to her feet.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:02:48 GMT -5
He watched as she took care of his wound and then rubbed a hand over his hair.
"Nah, it'll stop bleeding." He said with a shrug.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 13:06:00 GMT -5
"When you have no more blood left to bleed, yeah," she responded with a grin.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:21:42 GMT -5
He laughed.
"Yea yea..." He shook his head. "Would ya at least make sure I don't fall to my death getting off the roof?"
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 4, 2011 13:24:36 GMT -5
"I will try, but if you fall you'll probably just take me down with you," Kennedy laughed and made the move to put Tristan's arm around her shoulders -- but it was more for show; she had no real strength.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:26:48 GMT -5
He smirked down at her and let her do it. He was a sucker for women and that's why he was always in trouble. He limped over to the edge of the roof, but it was more of a hop step.
"You're definitely right, you look like you weigh as much as my pinky."
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