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Post by László on Sept 5, 2011 3:38:58 GMT -5
Making absolutely sure that he wasn't being followed before approaching the building, László quickly ducked inside and closed the door. He'd kept to the shadows along the way, using all of his knowledge and expertise in thievery to remain unseen. Once indoors, he headed upstairs.
"John! John!"
He was very clearly agitated, the emotion showing in both his body language and his voice.
"John!"
This was bad. Oh so very, very bad.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 5, 2011 19:16:03 GMT -5
"Laszlo?" John came in to the room, looking quite concerned "Whats wrong?"
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Post by László on Sept 5, 2011 23:24:44 GMT -5
He ran right up to John.
"A...a former customer," he said, a bit out of breath.
"He showed up out of nowhere and knows way too much about you and me and kept talking about how he remembered because I'm different."
It was coming out in a rush, the words practically tumbling over each other.
"I do remember him, I remember he creeped me out and I wanted to get away as soon as possible."
Everything had been going well. His life had finally started.
He should've known it wouldn't last.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 6, 2011 19:31:31 GMT -5
John's face fell, it was obvious he was concerned.
But something dark seemed to emit from his eyes, although it was not at all directed at Laszlo "Does he know where you live?"
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Post by László on Sept 6, 2011 22:38:40 GMT -5
"I...I think so. He followed me from work." There was a mixture of outrage and frustration in his voice.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 15:39:21 GMT -5
"What does he look like? And do you happen to know his name?"
Johns questions weren't exactly what Laszlo needed at the moment, but if the man showed up at their door, he had to be ready.
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Post by László on Sept 12, 2011 16:58:30 GMT -5
László burst out laughing, a strained-sounding laugh.
"I don't memorize their names, and anyway, very few tell me who they are to begin with."
Shaking his head, he described the man to John.
"I doubt we can do much," he said, sounding incredibly grim. "He's rich and could get away with murder because of that."
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 17, 2011 21:26:11 GMT -5
John's eyes grew more serious at the mention of the mans wealth. He was praying that it wasn't the man he thought it was, but prayers only went so far these days.
"I pray to god you aren't talking about who I think you are, it's far too damn eerie."
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Post by László on Sept 17, 2011 23:15:10 GMT -5
((Lasz already described him ))
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 19, 2011 17:40:24 GMT -5
((Fixed it))
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Post by László on Sept 20, 2011 13:28:02 GMT -5
John's statement only made him more alarmed.
"What? Who do you think it is?"
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 27, 2011 0:03:35 GMT -5
"Alain Beauchamp" he said darkly "do you remember, how I told you I used to live with prostitutes?" Although the word was harsh, when John said it, it seemed so much less so "Back in London? I met a man, he was a customer of a friend who'd, gone missing. He came around the house, looking for a new girl, he was very flirty and took my hand before I could pull it away. I saw-" he closed his eyes "look it was nothing good. Just, go up to your room and-"
There was a knock on the door.
"Hide."
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Post by László on Sept 27, 2011 5:38:59 GMT -5
Listening to the explanation, László became more alarmed.
"Are you saying--"
At the knock on the door, he flinched as though expecting a blow to land on him.
"As if it isn't hard enough being one." He murmured as he retreated to his room.
"Some evil assholes have to go and murder us."
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 1, 2011 17:18:48 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath John looked through the peep hole.
And suddenly that breath was gone.
Shaking softly, he knew he had to open the door.
But his hand wouldn't turn the knob.
Come on John!
Slowly he found the strength and turned it, opening it to the smiling face of a murderer.
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Alain Beauchamp
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English by birth, French by name, lover by choice.%\0\%
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Oct 1, 2011 17:20:10 GMT -5
"John Bristow" Alain almost giggled out.
His hand were behind his back, sweating with anticipation.
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