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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 2:18:24 GMT -5
"Mm-hmm," Syd nodded. "Because she accidentally stabbed Susanna in the guts--"
"Nadir, she was five. I mean, they say that love's blinding but...don't you think that's a bit pushing it?"
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 2:25:28 GMT -5
"She didn't love her father...not that much." *he said shortly.*
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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 2:34:26 GMT -5
Sydney clicked off the tape recorder in her coat pocket.
"You know what I mean," she snapped.
"There isn't enough evidence to get you convicted or even arrested," she said in a different tone. "Then again, there isn't enough evidence to proove you innocent. Now, I know what a pain the a*s that brat was but the whole jury, if this thing goes to trial, will think she's an innocent five year-old--Especially because of that letter."
"The only way of making your argument solid is either of two things: if Rosette is found alive, this is all over. Second, if you can prove that you didn't kill her, it's all over as well."
"I can work to find that brat but I'm going to need resources..."
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 2:39:46 GMT -5
*Nadir groped around in the drawer in the table beside the bed and found a cigarillo and lit it.* "You're going to need to show me a body before I'll bother worrying about the consequences, if there are any."
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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 2:47:29 GMT -5
Sydney glared at him before getting up and walking over to him.
She pulled the thing out of his mouth and spoke coldly. "Don't bother contacting me when you're in prison again," she spat before putting the thing out on an ash try on the table.
Syd gave him one last look before turning to leave the room.
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 2:55:05 GMT -5
*Nadir sat up and re-lit his cigarillo.* "Don't bother me with accusations when you doubt the girl's fate." *He stood, sauntered over to her, and gently blew the fragrant smoke out his nostrils as he towered over her, enveloping them in a hazy but not unpleasant cloud of smoke.* "You're a gatherer of information..." *he brushed a bit of lint from her shoulder before turning to walk over to a chair and throw his lanky frame into it lazily.* "I suggest you do your job before making any attempts upon my liberty."
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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 3:03:59 GMT -5
((Oh no you di'ent~ )) Sydney clenched her jaw and resisted the urge to punch him in the face. "You're right. I am a gather of information...and I'm self employed. I can take a long vacation anytime I want," Syd hissed. "Piss me off just enough and I'll stop working on this." "I don't particularly like you or Rosette." With that, she grabbed the cigarillo from his mouth again and flicked it into the cup of brandy she was drinking earlier. "Good day," she said sarcastially, with a courtly nod before turning and leaving the room.
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 3:05:59 GMT -5
*Nadir raised an eyebrow as the brandy caught light and blue flames rose from the glass. With a sigh, he tossed the flaming mess into the fireplace. Passing a hand over his brow, he went back to bed and drew the covers up over his head.*
((Ready to start in on Operation Big Brother?))
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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 3:14:20 GMT -5
((Yea~ Give me a sec! )
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 3:16:08 GMT -5
((Huzzah! I'll get Giry dressed and ready to receive visitors.))
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Post by Sydney on Dec 28, 2006 3:28:27 GMT -5
((HOLY CR*P! The power's flickering on and off! *Cries*))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 28, 2006 3:32:25 GMT -5
((Wow. For once it's someone other than me... ...and we've been having those high winds again. Hence sailing problems and work being so effingly busy today because sailing INTO the wind slows things down considerably. But I can sympathize. *pats*))
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Post by Nadir on Dec 28, 2006 11:56:07 GMT -5
*wakes up hours later, bathes, dresses in clean clothes and leaves his house.* There's only one person who can help me now...and be fair. That detective-girl...she'll know what to do if they can't find Rosette's body...
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Post by Nadir on Sept 29, 2008 16:03:03 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Nadir strode into the room, crossing to the large windows and jerking the curtains to one side in a swirl of dust and sudden sunlight. He sneezed, waving a hand to clear the air directly before his face. Servants scurried upon his heels, at a loss at the sudden return of the homeowner, his chamber having been left untouched in the years time he had been gone. Maids hurried to light a fire and dust as best they could, bringing fresh linens and hot water.
Nadir dismissed them with a wave of his hand.*
"Leave me be," *he muttered. Xandros had died abroad--sickness, poison, no one was certain. Nadir had left the palace to return to his own home. The marble halls had been too cold, too empty, long before all hope of his lover's return had gone.*
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Post by Nadir on Oct 4, 2008 0:57:27 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Nadir went over his ledgers ((wrong thread mumblemumble)), lounged on a sofa, drinking a glass of prepared absinthe.*
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