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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 15, 2014 23:34:20 GMT -6
"Well I did almost die so I suppose your notion was right."
Suppose.
She unlocked the door and opened the door for him, closing it once he was inside. Flipping the light on she gave the room a look over, it could have been worse... She has slept in worse actually.
The floor was littered with cigarette burns but the beds appeared to be clean, mostly because the floral patterns helped hide any stains. She decided she wasn't even going to think about it as she made sure the shades were shut entirely.
The two beds sat beside each other separated by a nightstand that sat across from a bubble TV. The room didn't even have a desk... not like anything professional ever happened in a place like this.
She noted the bathroom was in the back of the room with a tiny nook hall in front, from the look, not a very big bathroom.
"As long as it has hot water." That was a big expectation at this point. "Mind if I take a shower first? So you can get some sleep, provided you don't have to rig the door with explosives."
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Post by V on Dec 17, 2014 15:37:45 GMT -6
One of the suitcases went into Brooklyn's Bed, the other was carried to his, even as he listened and smirked.
"I'll wait because I;'m also in need of a shower"
a pause and a look to the door.
"No explosives"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 18, 2014 0:10:35 GMT -6
"That's something new." It was a small comment as she opened the case for her. Grabbing the first set of clothes she could find before disappearing into the bathroom.
Getting a good look at herself for the first time and she had that look of disdain. Her hair was a mess, like a rough night through a room of strangers mess. Dried blood was smeared everywhere and covered her pants. Only thing clean on her was the shirt and that wasn't even hers... Oh well, she shrugged her shoulders and turned from the mirror to the tiny stand up shower.
First thing she did was start the hot water, letting the water warm up as she stripped the clothes off her body. Once steam started filling the small room she walked into the shower, closing the curtain behind her.
It didn't take her long before she was walking out of the bathroom in fresh, clean, clothes. "You're up." She took a seat on her bed as the bed creaked under the sudden weight.
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Post by V on Dec 18, 2014 9:53:05 GMT -6
When she had returned V had stripped off the shirt and mask, leaving a body that held scars and tattoos and hints of the man who was underneath and in someways a reminder of the monster that laid the now , he picked up some clothes and manged the ghost of a smile to her as he disappears into the shower.
"Make yourself comfortable"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 18, 2014 10:39:04 GMT -6
No reply. She was too busy watching him, curiosity striking a nerve in her. She managed to keep the placid look, but underneath she was hypnotized.
The door shut to the bathroom before she shook her head, coming back to reality. Looking around the room she found the remote to turn on the T.V.
It was something... but of course nothing good was on so she ended up turning the TV off and laying back on the bed. The pillows were beyond soft... more like non existent it was broken down so badly.
Oh well... close your eyes and sleep... yea right. More like lay there and count the stains on the ceiling.
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Post by V on Dec 18, 2014 17:05:58 GMT -6
Out he came, clad in the shirt and trousers, moving to the bed and sitting down, eyes looking to the ceiling and then looking down, at her listening to the silence that subsumed them both even as he finally fills it again.
"And here we are, together again"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 18, 2014 17:42:31 GMT -6
She looked over at him and cracked a sly smile. "That we are..."
The shower helped make her feel like herself again, something refreshing in washing everything away.
"So if he's dead... why are you still guarding me? You could have left me to die, you have his money."
She turned back to the ceiling as she asked, bringing one arm up to rest under her head.
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Post by V on Dec 18, 2014 17:44:52 GMT -6
That got a wry smile even as he looks up at the ceiling and said flatly.
"JAck isn't the only person interested in your surrvival"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 19, 2014 10:41:37 GMT -6
She shot up and in one fluid motion was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him. The look on her face was either disbelief or shock. Her eyes were open a little wider than they were a second ago.
"Bullshit." Apparently it was disbelief. "Jack makes sense, he couldn't get close enough himself and he probably wanted a few of those guys dead..."
No one else cared... but V hadn't lied to her yet.
Her expression changed, frustrated, now as that last thought went trough her mind.
"Nobody else alive cares."
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Post by V on Dec 20, 2014 2:45:26 GMT -6
V just smiled even as he looked to her and then he said.
"Or maybe Brooklyn..I just Like you"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 20, 2014 10:18:48 GMT -6
"Well I do have your blood in my veins." The comment was true with a hint of sarcasm.
He told her about Jack but that was because Jack was the problem.
Drop it.
You probably don't want to know... it will only piss you off. You know it will piss you off.
So just go with the out he gave you. "So you have to like me somewhat."
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Post by V on Dec 20, 2014 22:49:23 GMT -6
He chuckles a little.
"As a Matter of Fact, Brooklyn..I do.."
He rolls to look at her with those cold eyes laying on a hand even as he gauges her reaction to that.
"And there is some of me in you now..."
a feral grin slips on his lips even as he relaxes back.
"Is that a hint you want more..Brooklyn?"
He shook his head, just a bit. |
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 21, 2014 13:50:59 GMT -6
'Brooklyn..I do.."
Her reaction was surprised.. There was a time when V told her he didn't care one way or another.
She was a job, at least that's how she viewed it.
Pulling her legs in she now sat Indian style, still facing him.
"I see I'm growing on you."
"More.. Brooklyn." The first thought was happiness, not from the question... but in small fact he always used her full name.
Most people would have called her Brook... a version of her name she despised.
But back to the question. Get answer? She really he'd over and picked up his mask. "You can keep your demon blood."
She wasn't looking at him, she was staring down at the mask, as if she was talking to it instead of to V.
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Post by V on Dec 21, 2014 14:04:28 GMT -6
He watched her talk to the mask, idly amused by the fact all his little plays were working even as he said almost innocently.
"I have much more than Blood I can put in, Brooklyn."
He shakes his head and the looks to the ceiling.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 21, 2014 14:27:30 GMT -6
She knew he had more than blood. She glanced up at him, sorting through their time together. All of the strange encounters and the conversations where the other... usually him... tried to make one uncomfortable.
She was being kept and he was playing innocent. And the brass action that was Brooklyn kicked in. Her icy veins being themselves, if only for a moment, given the new blood coursing threw.
In one motion she chuckled the mask at V, not his head, more like at his stomach... lower stomach to be exact.
"I imagine you do V."
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