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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 8:05:37 GMT -5
St. John walked through Chinatown. He was looking for something to eat, preferably something cheap. As per usual, the only food in the Brotherhood house was reserved for Wanda's kids; Spaghetti-O's, graham crackers, apple sauce, etc. He paused for a moment in front of a toy store, looking at the cute plush toys in the window. He really liked Wanda; he was a bit weirded out by the fact that she had kids. But then again, if he wanted her to like him, he'd have to do something nice for the twins. Maybe they'd like a little stuffed animal or something...
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 9:22:12 GMT -5
In theory, Belladonna was dress shopping for the upcoming Hellfire get-together thing. In reality, she was briefly glancing at windows while conducting an interesting experiment in the art of turning heads and conducting buisness.
Conducting business in rapidfire French turned out to be much harder than turning heads, somewhat thanks to the fact that she wore only a skin tight pair of jeans and a halter top. If they weren't staring at her body, they were certainly staring at the whipping scars on her back. Not that she cared either way.
"Je suis désolé," she murmured her apology softly, after running into Pyro.
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 9:27:08 GMT -5
He felt her brush past him and stepped aside for her. "Pardon me," he said. He saw the scars across her back and couldn't help but stare.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 9:30:23 GMT -5
"Cher, y're staring," Belladonna turned back to look at him, snapping her phone shut. Really, she had spent way too much time with Remy if she was still calling everyone 'dear'... and they weren't even married anymore.
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 9:33:24 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, almost immediately looking away, "I didn't mean to...it's just..."I was wondering if you wanted to play around with some handcuffs later - NO!"...it looks like you hurt your back..."
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 9:40:07 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked slightly, tossing her long hair over her shoulder so that it covered most of the scars. "Side effects of de job, 'm afriad."
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 9:43:29 GMT -5
The job? What do you do for a living?
"Oh," he said. "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 9:46:35 GMT -5
"I run a guild down in Nawlins, used t'kill de people m'self," Belladonna shrugged slightly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And it was, in her world at least.
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 9:48:43 GMT -5
He arched an eyebrow. Killing people as part of a business? Maybe she was in the Mafia. "Didn't know there were mob ties that far south," he said.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 9:54:33 GMT -5
"Dere ain't much of a mob," Belladonna shook her head. "De Guilds been dere since 'fore it was part of America." There was a moment when she frowned, thinking of how to describe the difference. After all, it was like he'd live long if he did spill the secret. "My Guild deals solely wit' hired killin's. But dere's others, too... thieves, prostitutes, gamblers. Lots o'de t'ings that were outlawed at one point or another."
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 9:56:35 GMT -5
"It still doesn't explain what happened to your back," he said.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:05:31 GMT -5
"Trainin' includes being whipped when y'screw up," Belladonna shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "'Cause y'don' get second chances on a real job."
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:10:53 GMT -5
"I see," he said. He paused for a moment. "What's your name?"
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:12:14 GMT -5
"Belladonna Boudreaux," she answered promtly. "Yours?"
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:15:50 GMT -5
"St. John Allerdyce," he replied.
A/N: "St. John" is pronounced "sin-jin"
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:18:40 GMT -5
"Interesting name," she nodded slightly, tucking one lock of hair behind her ear. "So, St. John," she made a careful effort to pronounce is, though it still sounded strange with her Cajun accent. "What are y'doin' outside a toy store?"
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:23:12 GMT -5
"My nephews' birthdays are coming up," he said. "I don't really know what to get them."
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:24:15 GMT -5
"Can't help y' dere, I know not'in' 'bout kids," Belladonna nodded slightly.
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:26:15 GMT -5
He shrugged. "That makes two of us," he said.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:29:56 GMT -5
Belladonna nodded again, shrugging. "I should probably get goin'... I'm supposed t'be shoppin' f'r a dress.'
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:33:07 GMT -5
"Would you like some help?" he said.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:34:31 GMT -5
"Oui," Belladonna nodded slightly. "If y' want t'."
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:35:54 GMT -5
"I'd love to," he said, offering her his arm.
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Post by Analyse on May 6, 2006 10:39:22 GMT -5
"An' I thought chivalry was dead," Belladonna teased, taking the offered arm.
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Post by Pyro on May 6, 2006 10:41:36 GMT -5
He grinned at her. "It may be to the rest of the world, but not to me," he said.
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