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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 15:45:21 GMT -5
*Cry-baby followed Brandi into the main room of the inn and walked past her, only to turn around suddenly.*
"I seen 'im," *he said without preamble.* "The guy who did that to you. Beat you."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 15:48:44 GMT -5
*Brandi stopped suddenly as he turned back to her. She stared blankly at him for a moment.*
"Wait...what?"
*Then the realization sunk in and her eyes saddened. Her voice was quiet.*
"You mean War?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 15:53:24 GMT -5
"Did someone else take a strap to you too? Well, that's more than I know."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 15:57:52 GMT -5
*Brandi was quick to step forward and touch his arm tenderly as she shook her head.*
"Oh no, Baby...nothing like that. I just didn't...I was caught off-guard by the sudden conversation."
*She pursed her lips, trying to not look too hurt. After all, she already knew and he was trying to be honest about it. It was nice.*
"And what did you two talk about?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 16:14:00 GMT -5
"Sorry," *he said sheepishly.* "Meant to come up with some preamble or somethin'." *His face darkened.* "He wouldn't fight me. Said I could keep the bike; that what's between you an' him is between you an' him. Couldn't rile him."
*He looked up.*
"I know you said not to go," *he said, a quiet, banked fire nearly audible in his tone.* "But I had to."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 16:18:01 GMT -5
*Brandi stepped closer and took him in her arms.*
"I know, Baby. I should have known better than to try to tame a wild stallion like yourself."
*She looked up to him with a smile threatening and big eyes.*
"Forgive me?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 17:35:49 GMT -5
"You can ride me anytime you like," *he said, his eyes dark with emotion.* "But someone messes with my girl, I ain't gonna sit on my hands and take it."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 17:42:47 GMT -5
*Brandi bit her lip and gave a small pout.*
"Does that mean that you might forgive me if I promise to never ever do it again?"
*Her lips bloomed into a hopeful smile.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 18:07:57 GMT -5
*He couldn't help but smile back.*
"Ain't mad at you, baby. You did it for me, after all. But yeah; I just hope it's the end of that kinda thing for you."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 18:10:20 GMT -5
*Brandi's face grew determined and she crossed her finger over her heart.*
"Cross my heart and hope to die...I will never ever steal another mount from a Horseman."
*She smiled and hope sparkled in her eyes.*
"So...we good now?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 21:37:54 GMT -5
*His face softened even further, without getting any less hot, of course.*
"Dunno. Wouldn't mind stealin' somethin' from that Pestilence girl..."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 29, 2007 5:28:36 GMT -5
((Of course not. I don't think that boy could be 'not hot' if he tried.))
*The hope in her eyes flickered a moment as she tried to decipher what he meant by that. After all, she knew she was no Keira Knightley. And it did kinda sound like a line that should end with '*elbow* if you know what I mean'. She pressed her lips, trying to keep the smile afloat. She tried to keep her tone playful and carefree, she was notorious for reading stuff into thing that wasn't actually there.*
"Did you have something particular in mind? I mean, obviously it can't be her mount, but she has so many interesting infestations to choose from."
*The smile came much more naturally after that.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 29, 2007 10:36:24 GMT -5
*Cry-baby grinned easily, poking her in the side.*
"Naw, I'm alright infested by you. Girl's hot, but somewhat creepy and off-putting. 'M better off here. Better for my health, in more ways than one."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 29, 2007 17:27:19 GMT -5
*Brandi's smile warmed and she kissed him softly on the corner of the mouth. Then she thurned back to the room.*
"So tell me...where do we start?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 29, 2007 17:33:12 GMT -5
*He surveyed the landscape critically.*
"Best would be some kind of stage, or platform. Just a bit, to get the band over the heads of the dancers. Don't have to be too big, but there's gotta be room for drums."
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