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 Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:55 pm
Naomi nodded,"Thanks.." She walked out and leaned against the back of the car as she waited patiently for him. "....." She opened up her cell phone, a picture of some girl and a guy behind her hugging her as they smiled at the camera was her background. Her lips curved up to one side in the slightest smile tha it coulod barely be seen as she look at the picture, then glared at it and began to mess with something seeing she had a text and began to text them back, all the while silent.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:19 pm
"The address is is 24834 Wellington street, his name is Larry Knighton...I gotta get going so I'll talk to you later" Altair hung up and tucked his phone back into his pocket adn walked back inside, he slipped the hoodie on and walked back out to meet tommy "hey tommy...we did Aiyuko go?" He asked, "she's out waiting by your car...I guess I'll see ya in another fifteen years?", "I'll drop by every now and then...as a spectator not a fighter...I'm not getting caught up in that stuff again besides I have a family to think about after all", "alright...see ya around" Tommy returned to the fight in the ring. Altair silently left the fight club. He went out to the car and pulled out the keys duffel bag in hand, he opened the trunk and dropped the bag in. "Ready to go?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 6:50 pm
"...yeah.." She got up and got in the car as she finished up with her text and sent it. The picture appeared again, then dimmed and she put the phone in her pocket. "..." She waited for him to get in.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:07 pm
Altair got in and started the car, he turned up the music. 'here comes the boom' by P.O.D blared over the smeakers, Altair threw his hood back and slipped on a pair of sunglasses, he drove out of the parking lot and into the city."anything on your mind?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:14 pm
Naomi looked up at him,"...just the same old things.." She said. "YOu?" She asked him as she looked from the window to him now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:19 pm
"Nothing much..." Altair said keeping his eye's on the road.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:27 pm
She looked out the window and after a fewminuets loked back at him,"Would mind if I asked you why you why you fuaght that guy back there/" She asked him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:36 pm
"this hit...it goes alittle deeper then a paycheck for me...did tommy tell you about my carrer in the fighting circuit, I was both a single and tag team champion, my partner was my best friend...his name was Dylan...I was feeling rather ill one night so I phoned dylan to let him know I would be skipping out that night, he told tommy and agreed to go in a singles match aginst cobra...cobra killed dylan after he loss the match...him and his buddies caught dylan well he was on his way to his car..." Altair's voice trailed off. His hand's gripped the steering whell tighter, his sunglasses hide the rage in his eyes."I wanted to see why he lost...he's to agressive and thinks little about what would happen if his opponent could block or avoid his attack...well he just found out" He muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:51 pm
She listened to him carfully as usual. "...I'm sorry for your loss.." She said, her voice slightly compassionate, but unfortunatly, her expression changed little, deep within her eyes you could see a dim light of humanity showing that she felt climinsy for him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:54 pm
Altair didn't say anything, at the next red light he rolled down the window and lit a cigrette, he blew the smoke out the window, then moved when the light turned green.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:06 pm
She looked back outher window and the spark of humanity died in her eyes became dim again. "..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 6:50 am
Amaih had said thanks to Rika and was now speeding along to the adress Altair had given her. She pulled up in front of an old looking antique shop and double checked to if it was the right adress. She walked in and found a grumpy looking man sitting behind the counter.
"Larry Knighton?" She asked. The man nodded so she bent down and whispered, "Altair sent me to you. I need nine fifty gram six inch throwing needles."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 7:08 am
"Follow me" Larry said rather grumpy. He walked over to a bookshelf and pulled a book out, a click sounded, then larry pushed on the edge of the book shelf, it swung like a revolving door, Larry picked up a flashlight and walked into the dark, the entrance way led to a flight of stairs which led downwards. when they reached the bottom of the stairs Larry flicked a light switch and lights flickered on, what looked like a small version of a armory was underneth the shop, Larry walked over to a wall that had small metalic lockers like the backs used, they were labled with different letteres and numbers, Larry opened the box that said fifty, six. He carefully slid the box out and sat it down on a table, he reached in a pulled out one of the throwing needles, "try this" he said, he pointed to a target set up in a corner of the room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 7:37 am
Amaih aimed and threw the throwing needle. It hit on the lower half of the bullseye. "Hmm its a little heavy but it will do. how much?" She asked as she kept practicing. When Amiah was a little girl her father had given her a box of fifty gram, six inch bo shuriken because he felt the standard size would be harder for her to control. She got so used to them that now thats the size she always gets. She can use the standards but when she does she cant hit the mark as well.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 3:26 pm
"Under normal circumstances...about... 400 per dozen...but since I'm doing this for Altair...50 per dozen...a guys gotta make some business right?" Larry said. Altair remaind silent , taking the occasional puff of a cigrette, blowing the smoke out the window, as cars and street signs went past.
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