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 Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:05 pm
A slip, a slit and a rain of blood down his wrist, trickling down his open sleeve putting something of a soundless giggle on his face. Both men spun in opposite directions, it made for something of a dance.
And then Joe kicked! It landed square on Maximos' wound. His spine, the most sensitive of locations. The soles of his shoe dug into fabric and smeared red along the slit, right past where his fingers once dug. Fresh blood bubbled to the surface and rolled down Max's spine.
The Shadow's mouth opened, he was going to say something, maybe make a sound. Maybe cry out. It was a blissful thing after all. Such lovely pain, such pristine accidental movements.
But instead caught a rose in his teeth. Its thorns sliding against his lips and tongue had a sobering effect. His foot flew forward, toes striking the ground. He twisted immediately at the hip whipping his body quickly turning to face his opponent, even as he bent forward in only the most formal bow. His left hand coming up across his chest, fingertips touching so as not to make too much of a mess of his jacket, his right hand extending to to the side holding his sword with a suave kind of flare.
Sometimes words are just superfluous, his bow was a silent answer to Joe's comment. And when he rose, and extended his sword toward his opponent with a vicious grin on his face, the kind that would make the devil blush, and he waved his sword toward himself. That was a silent challenge for Mr. Smith to proceed. But would he?
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:23 am
Anna Lin had her nose stuck in her note book again, not seeing any of the splendor of the casino around her she she read through her reminders for the day once more.
She was supposed to meet someone here soon, but she had forgotten to write down the name again.. she was certain that she would remember it when she heard it. Her long term memory was amazing, allowing her to retain all sorts of information for years after everyone else had forgotten but her short term memory was always loosing little things, like names or things she had just read a moment before...so she wrote everything down, making certain that she could not loose important information before it had sunk into her memory!
Blue-green, almond shaped, eyes glance up from the pages of the little book as she looked around for the bar, absently tucking a lock of wavy brown hair behind her ear again. She was dressed fairly simply in a black blouse with a matching short suit skirt and a white vest to set off her coco colored skin.
Black heels clicked softly in the roaring din of the casino as she turned towards the bar and tucked her notebook under her arm like a little purse.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:02 am
On a stool Reinhart sat facing away from the bar, resting his elbows on the edges he looked around for a moment and thought back to what Dedric said.
"Hiring some more help?"
He raised an eyebrow at the idea, what else did he need, he pratically had an army of servants back home. Like always he wore a casual looking suit, something form fitting and not too uptight.
Better not to dwell on the help so he turned to the Bartender and ordered.
"Apple Martini please."
The bartender responded.
"Right away Mr. Reinhart."
He sighed and reached into his pockets looking for his wallet.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:10 am
"May I have a cola please?" Anna slid onto the stool next to Reinharts, setting her notebook down on the bar top with a smile.
She shook her hair back over her shoulders again and glance around, noting that the bar was not too busy this time of the day.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:40 am
"A cola?"
Reinhart looked over at Anna, back to the bartender.
"Get this woman a good drink."
The bartender hesitated a little but went on with the request.
"Cola? You're at bar, have a drink."
It didn't take long before he gave her a good one over then he continued talking.
"What's with the notebook?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:54 am
"A cola is a drink..." She smiled at him, blue-green eyes managing to sparkle even in the bad light.
"Nothing with it, I just forgot my PDA, I swear that thing has a mind of its own... one moment it is in my pocket and the next it is under the sofa, or in the refrigerator!" Anna winked at him and even flipped the little book open, fanning the pages to show that they were all blank.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:59 am
"A cola it is then."
The bartender brought their drinks shortly after.
"Cheer."
He raised his glass to her.
"What brings you here then, doesn't look like it's the gambling."
She was exceptionally cute, not to mention Reinhart loved the business types. May as well have a little fun before the person he was supposed to meet showed up. What was her name again?
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:11 am
"Salute." She raised her glass to his in return. "Mmm, supposed to meet someone... I'm not much into gambling, life is enough of a gamble for me, no need to loose money to make it more fun. Anna..." She held out her hand in greeting.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 3:23 am
"Anna?"
Reinhart almost spit out his drink.
"You're the new help?!"
What the...?! What was she supposed to help him with? Thought he could think of one or two things he didn't figure the old man to let Reinhart indulge in something so...
"Sorry, sorry."
It took him a second to compose himself but after he did he stood from the stool and stuck out his hand.
"My name's Cristopher. Cristopher Reinhart, I believe we are who we're waiting for."
He laughed lightly and kept a smile. She's supposed to help with....?
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:00 am
"Oh Reinhart! That was the name..." She grinned and quickly flipped open her notebook again, this time to a page that appeared to be full of tiny shorthand notations, even though a moment before there had apperently been nothing at all written in the book... Anna pulled a pen out of where it had been hidden up her sleeve and quickly wrote down his name before she flipped the notebook closed again. If he was watching closely he might notice that the page and everything that was written on it would disappear again before the book closed.
"Yes, so sorry about that, names are always slipping my mind. Usually I know enough to write them down on my PDA right away but this time I totally forgot." sweatdrop She brushed her bangs back again and smiled. "I'm you new public relations administrative assistant!" The fancy way of saying that she was a gofer who knew how to deal with the media sweatdrop . She had other talents, but as jobs went, this was supposed to be a fairly easy one.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:12 am
"My what?"
Reinhart looked at her like she was speaking in tongues or something he just couldn't understand.
"I'll kill that old man..."
He whispered turning away from Anna for a moment so as to not alarm the girl. An assistant? That may be fun, but what the hell? Reinhart led a very strange life, maybe she was supposed to help him keep the normal part of it organized. Funny.
"My what...?"
He said again laughing a bit nervously.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:21 am
Anna blinked at him once as he repeated the question, tilting her head slightly to the side as if she was wondering if she really had found the right person or not, but her smile never slipped! "I am supposed to help you keep better track of your schedule and the media... Apparently since Heaven or Hell you have been a bit more in the media and they have started to become a bit of a bother for you also from what Mr. Dedric has told me you have a bit of trouble keeping track of your time!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:28 am
"Makes perfect sense ..."
Especially since being recognized by people almost everywhere he went made it hard for him to do what he does. Still though, what was she supposed to do? Handle the media and keep them busy while he went out to do whatever he wanted? Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, she could speak on his behalf and drop a little lie here and there to buy him time.
"...I need a little organization in my life. I'm not as famous as you think however, or at least I don't think I am."
He'd settled back onto his seat and sipped his drink casually as he continued speaking.
"If you're going to handle the media, you have to know me pretty well."
A grin appeared on his face.
"What do you know about me Anna?"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:43 am
Cristopher Reinhart "Makes perfect sense ..."
Especially since being recognized by people almost everywhere he went made it hard for him to do what he does. Still though, what was she supposed to do? Handle the media and keep them busy while he went out to do whatever he wanted? Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, she could speak on his behalf and drop a little lie here and there to buy him time.
"...I need a little organization in my life. I'm not as famous as you think however, or at least I don't think I am."
He'd settled back onto his seat and sipped his drink casually as he continued speaking. Anna Smiled again settling back in her seat, she had never heard of him before she went to the interview with Dedric...so he was not as famous as he thought he was either! xd Cristopher Reinhart "If you're going to handle the media, you have to know me pretty well."
A grin appeared on his face.
"What do you know about me Anna?" " I know how tall you are, what color your eyes and hair are, and that you have fairly good taste in clothing...and to handle the media for you that is all I really need to know! Mr Decard hired me knowing that my specialty actually lies in illusion. If I have to handle the media for you, then they will simply see what I want them to see." She actually winked at him, keeping her voice low so that she wouldn't be heard by anyone else besides him. " Other than that I have a handful of good contacts in the media who will make it a lot less of a hassle for you when you feel like speaking to them. They are good people, not like a lot of the sleazy paparazzi running around of late.." 3nodding
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