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Post by Marko Iliev on Jul 4, 2012 22:23:49 GMT -5
He chewed at the inside of his lip, knitting his brow. 'Be careful', he told himself. 'She's all talk, remember?' The best he could do was fight fire with fire. "Whatever you say." Her threats were empty, to him. "You offered me a 'way out', sure, in exchange for something you wanted that I couldn't give you." He sniffed. "Ironic. Your family once offered mine protection in exchange for something I couldn't give you, either." He didn't stop to think that the prostitute in red might have been fishing around for gossip.
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Post by crnagora on Jul 4, 2012 22:42:35 GMT -5
Annica's eyes narrowed and her fists tightened. "I believe that was something you couldn't give any girl, if you get my drift," She muttered. She may have had a special sort of disdain for Marko, and really she was much better off without it, as far as she was concerned - but that reminder still stung a little. She definitely had pride, and having it stomped on was something she absolutely detested. "Get out of my sight, Marko."
Her thoughts were far from Feliks - whether he was listening or not, she didn't know and she didn't care. What mattered to her was getting Marko far away from her and finding some bit of dirt to use against him, some skeleton in his closet to drag out and bring to light.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Jul 12, 2012 16:06:22 GMT -5
Feliks had been watching and listening intently to the whole exchange. He felt slightly guilty for making the pair confront each other and inciting a lovers...ex-lovers...whatever this was quarrel. But the juicy bits of gossip were worth him staying and not sneaking out the other end of the alleyway. The news that Marko Iliev couldn't love women was a bit he could bank on for several months. All thoughts of his arranged meeting were gone from his head, information was more valuable than goods. Feliks stood there trying not to be noticed and interrupt the pair.
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Post by Marko Iliev on Jul 13, 2012 5:52:23 GMT -5
Any girl? Oh, those speculations were still circling around, so it would seem. Marko was sure Annica knew the real reason he’d been forced out of his home… Well, perhaps not the full tale, but surely she knew it was nothing to do with… That accusation. Maybe she didn’t know, though. Maybe the rumours had gone around (living with another man for a while after ‘leaving’ home was enough to spark such deductions) and she’d just pieced an assumption together from that. Or maybe she was perfectly aware of the truth, and was just shooting insults at him. He didn’t know which was the most believable.
He raised an eyebrow, and simply shook his head. “Sure. I was just leaving, anyway.” He could stay and argue, sure, but there was still the matter of that bag of money inside the breast of his coat. Taking the time to linger around was fine, were they actually his own earnings. But since they weren’t, of course, more risk came with taking such an action.
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