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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 17:34:24 GMT -5
In numerology, 5 is the number for action; for those who just don't sit idley by but go out and grab life by the balls so to speak. If anyone ever had such a fitting name it would be 5 Grimassi-Brujah. Daughter of an assassin, she was brought up kicking ass and taking names. And now, she was on a mission. She came here looking for one man specifically. She knew he was a crotchety, old fool who liked his beer and his wife and that's about it. There was something about the challenge that made it more fun this way. Creeping onto the grounds of the infamous Black Manor, she fed the guard dogs some laced bacon and strolled through the gardens whistling dixie. Over in what would be a rose garden in the summer, a dark haired brat played fetch with a puppy and a sunny looking tot in a ridiculous woolen cap.
The large house used to be where her target lived but recent intel said he'd moved into the shack in the back. It would be easier to target that was for sure- But she wasn't there for a hit. For once she went to knock on the front door and waited. The normalacy got to her. She wasn't used to polite gestures. Sparking a cigarette, she knocked again. Patience was a virtue that Iz never taught her. But then, Mommy dearest hadn't been a Saint either.
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 20:17:04 GMT -5
He wondered if he could call Sere back from Noels to go get the door. Rave was on the sofa, beer in hand watching some shit show on tv, and wasnt ready to move. If it was anyone important they knew not to disturb Rave or where family so they came on in. Still, it was weird, most people would knock at the main house. Instincts still in tact, ber in hand, he rose and made himself go to the door.
If it was a bastard sales man he'd slit their f**k**g throat.
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 20:27:16 GMT -5
5 smirked as the door opened. "Looking good, old man." She gave him a coy wink. "Hey, I've come a long way- Mind getting me a beer?"
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 20:33:39 GMT -5
He looked at the upstart girl with raised eyebrow, leaning in the doorway, arms folded. "Who the fuck are you?"
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 20:34:40 GMT -5
"They call me Five." She gave him a sly link. "I was told the Rave Black lived here."
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 20:43:09 GMT -5
"Sorry he's on vaccation, come back next year." And he shut the door in her face, fetching himself a new beer after she'd made his taste sour. Waste of time that was.
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Post by Bails on Aug 30, 2009 20:45:27 GMT -5
"You know Rave, my Mam would be pissed if she knew how you treated me."
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 30, 2009 20:51:50 GMT -5
God, he hated kids.
Going back to the door he opened it once more, looking less than amused. "Im going to say this once, kid, I dont give a monkeys hairy arse, get off my land before I kill you for tresspassing."
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