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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 4:22 pm
 Jim wouldn't have been seen for quite a few days. Last he had been seen, he talked about knowing where a lot of goods were being kept, goods that would promise to bring in enough money to put he and Axel both in the lap of luxury and out of the old run-down abandoned furnature shop in the slums of town. Much of the area had been abandoned because of a poor economy overall... the old shack used to be a fine furnature store. The old man that had run it had put his soul into his work, every chair, every bed was finely crafted. However, when he passed away his family didn't have the desire to continue the business and sold off what they could of his remaining work before boading up the shop and making for the inner city. What remained were bits of unfinished or broken furnature that never quite saw repair. Jim slept in a hammock suspended inside a wardrobe that had never been fitted with doors, there was a bed with only two legs propped up on an unfinished booshelf. The table was a three-legged one propped up by a stack of bricks and even then it was always falling over. The windows had no glass, only bits of plywood. They lived from candlelight and sunlight, eating what they could, dressing in whatever had been thrown out or stolen. It was no life for them, Jim saught to change it.
He returned late at night when Kama had finally gone to bed, his first chance to get away. He was clean at least, unaturally so for their state of living. And well dressed to boot. A clean white shirt, pair of brown pants, an over-sized vest, and a pair of boots that actually fit. One thing that seemed to be a bit of an odd addition to his wardrobe was a golden band tightly wrapped around his wrist. It was obvious he had tried to free himself of it by the redness around his skin but had been unsucessful.
The old rotten door creaked as Jim lombered in, holding a paper bag of something in the nook of one arm and looking like he hadn't seen sleep in a few days, "'Ey... I'm back."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 2:42 am
Axel jumped to his feet pointing in his normal...slightly exadurated way. "Where -WERE you! I've been pulling my hair out thinking they tossed you in the Clink!"
He marched forward in slightly oversised boots of his own...skuffed at the toes so much that the black had turned to grey... his own prize item was his coat... long and black it reached almost to his ankles with strange pendulums hanging from chains on back and front double brested like someone with considerably better finances.
He throws an arm over Jim's shoulder and knuckles his head... "Don't make me worry like that man!....hwy...whats this? New Clothes?" He steps back and looks his friend over... "Did you actualy -do it!? Did you find teh goods?! But...you look like H--ll! No offence man...but..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 3:21 pm
Jim grunted at the head thumping, squirming himself free and running his fingers through his hair to fix it up again, "Lemme alone... man I got a lot to tell you." He nodded over to the chairs- one was a rocking chair that just was missng an arm and the other a stool that they'd manipulated into a shorter chair for dining and the like, "Might wanna sit down, it's a bit lengthy... can tell you right now you're not gonna be happy but... uh." He tossed the bag over, "Here, means we get food now."
It wasn't much compared to most people's meals- but to them it was a buffet. A -whole- ham and cheese sandwich, a few carrot sticks, and a can of juice. "Eat up."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 5:21 pm
Axel peers in side and stares...he looks back up to Jim his jaw dropping... "Waiiitt wait wait...you've eaten too right? And uh....what...ah...am I gona not be likeing..." He takes the stool watching his friend and fished out the can of juice like it was the holy grail.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 9:54 am
Jim plunked himeslf down in the rocker, running his hand over his face. Boy he'd managed to get into a fine one this time, "Hokay....", he let his hand fall back down to the side of the chair, the golden band catching the dim light and sending a slight glare up towards one of the walls, "Okay so I went to go check out this place the other day... scouted around, watched it- the whole deal. There's five floors on the old place- and they didn't lock the front door." He made a motion as if he was just pushing the door open, "I go inside, up the stairs a few levels and there's some guy watching tv- distract him, zip by, in I go. I get to the next door and I open it right? That's where the treasure's supposed to be..."
He half-lunged from the chair, hooking his fingers like claws, "And this THING jumps out at me, it's got wicked claws and teeth, all kinds of wrong..." He leaned back, throwing his arms over him, "Then there was a gunshot, and another one, the dude came up behind me and shot the thing- it disappeared like it was made out of," He waved his hand around, looking for the word, "...Suit or something... closed the door and dragged me downstairs. Started bellowing about 'what have you done!?' and 'If the council finds out-' kinda stuff..." Jim leaned back once more, rubbing at his forehead, "Then he goes on saying that I gotta agree to something or he'll tell the cops.. I'd get executed or like life in jail for opening the door... I just thought it was a buncha hub-bub over nothing to keep the door save n' stuff... So I agree to it and he puts this thing on me, I can't get it off-" He displayed the band once more, his skin worn and red around the band as proof of his attempts to free himself, "I gotta live there he says, cleaning and running errends... he says something else about 'helping his buisness' but he ain't telling me what yet..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:45 pm
He stares for a long moment... the juice can forgotten in one hand he's so stunned.. "Dude..." he says shakeing his head... "Thats blackmail! This is freaking serious!!" He stands and frowns handing the drink to his friend so he can pace the floor his tail swishing back and forth in the dust in a long honey and black arch. "This is bull....just bull....I'm going with you...We can tell him something like...he dosen't get one of us without the other...we're going to get to the bottom of this...you mark my words!" He points... "I won't let him stick one of those on me...and what's more I'll figure how to get -that- one off!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:57 pm
"Woa now just a second here," He waved his hands in a coaxing motion, "Just calm down... if he knows I told someone else I could be in deep s**t man... not to mention that if word gets out about me opening that door... you know it's forbidden, they've lopped people's heads off for it." He winced, rubbing at his neck, "Quite frankly I'm very much attatched to mine."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:13 pm
"Well what am I supposed to do! Let you be snatched up by some back stabbing house-hozer?" He throws his arms wide in frustration.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:35 pm
"It's that or watch me under the executioner's axe or be carted away for life..." He frowned, looking a bit more serious, "But look at it this way..." He started counting out on his fingers, "I got a connection to real food- no more picking out soggy clumps or fighting racoons for the bread the bakers throw out, two I got a place where I can snatch up anything they leave around and don't keep an eye out- we can get you some decent boots, and three, maybe I can get you into the place... a real bed for you to sleep on." He nodded over to their sleeping quarters. "No more termites in our backs."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:49 pm
He flops to the floor folding his arms and scowling... "I am not just a mooch... I can't just... just sit around and watch you yet YANKED around by these gerks... how do we know that just being there isn't risking your life man!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 6:02 pm
"To be frank we don't." He folded his arms, blowing up at his bangs, "But it's still a 'maybe' rather than a 'definate' 'You're dead Jim.'..." He stood himself up, tossing the lunch bag back over to Axel, "Besides, if you can get me out somehow, best you not be in at the same time right? I'll keep you posted, and you know I'm no idiot. First chance I get I'm gone and it's back to termites and racoons."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 6:05 pm
"I hate this...I hate this so sodding much... It's like being cuaght by the cops but WORSE! I could take it if it was me...but it's YOU man! Your like a kid brother to me! Or...somethin...not that...you know...I like...NEED anyone..."
He catches the bag and pulls out the sadwich like a sheild...
"But...you know...i'd suck to be...bored....yeah...bored..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 6:27 pm
Jim smirked, tilting his head to the side as his eyes rolled to the ground, "Right, bored..." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "I'll talk to the warden about letting you stay. I'm sure if I pick up a few more jobs or....something he'll let me bring you. Not like he doesn't have the room. He let me pick out of a bunch, all of them with real beds." He didn't want to bring up the fact that it had been nice to sleep in an actual bed without having to worry about what he'd be squashing to get to sleep, "Hey look though, I'm a tough guy- and a man thank you, not a kid. I can take care of myself."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:37 am
"Yeahh yeah yeah...your -still- like a kid brother to me...you'll get over it..... kid...."
He folds his arms and stares for a moment...
"Besides...-your- the one who got caught Mister "I can take care of myself"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 8:15 pm
"Hur hur hur..." He laughed dryly, smirking all the same, "Well until I don't have to bring you a sweet little lunch in a school sack we'll be calling you the little kid." He puckered up playfully, "Okay, muffin?"
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