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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 6:51 pm
"Just like you Aida. Just like you..." He let go of her and sat on a bench. He took off his hat and leaned back, sighing a little. "I wish it could be this simple every day."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:52 pm
Aida took a seat close to him with her smile still in place. Maybe she could pull the strings a little further for longer?
"Life would be too easy if it was this simple, Gushka-kun." She purred.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:01 pm
"True. But it would be less painful and agonizing. I would rather have a life like that...one without pain. Suffering. Loss. I am no masochist." He said chuckling a bit darkly. Oh but he was in a way of sorts. "Or maybe i am. I do things that make me question my sanity and ability to think."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:05 pm
Aida looked at him out f the corner of her eye, "I like you, Gushka. You're not what I expected." He honestly wasn't. And maybe...she liked that.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:09 pm
Another dark chuckle. "I think the mystery and answer lies a little further than 'not what you expected' my dear. But i will leave it at that." He yawned slightly and stretched a little. His back started aching. "It's so hot here...I miss the cold a little."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:32 pm
Aida crossed her legs and stretched out her arms. Gushka was right; it was warmer than Russia but the cold was nice every once an a while. The thing she probably missed most was having a drink of vodka with her subordinates.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:53 pm
Gushka leaned over and put an arm around her shoulder and nuzzled her neck a bit. He kissed the pale flesh lightly. "I wish more girls could be as nice as you. They don't understand how it is to be rejected 3 times in one day."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:00 pm
Aida face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Alright, enough with this lovey-dovey bullshit. She stood up with the blush still on her face. Her brass knuckles already on her fingers.
"Gushka. On your ******** feet." She growled although the blush made it seem less intimidating.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:04 pm
Gushka stood up slowly with his hands in the air. A hurt look on his face. "I'm sorry. I wont touch you if you don like it." Okay...4th rejection. He noticed the knuckles. "I don't take you for a thug type my dear. I swear you don't want to do this. Just leave and nothing will happen. I promise."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 4:28 pm
Aida chuckled, "I'm much more threatening than a ******** thug, Olegushka." She plucked out her box weapon and tried to ignite her flame. It was time. Time to get rid of Olegu-- She looked to her ring and her smirk dropped. W-why wasn't her flame showing up? She shook her fist, trying to get her ring to light. What the hell! She tried to plug in her box but nothing occurred. She growled and did something unthinkable. She went to a nearby tree and started slamming her head.
"What. The. ********! Why. Can't. My. Flame. Work!" She emphasized each word with each blow to her head.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 7:05 pm
Gushka didn't know weather to feel deeply hurt. Or very angry. "You...brought me all the way out here. In a quiet area...so you could kill me?" His voice was dangerously low. No hint of his usually kidding self.
"What makes you think you would have been able to win?"
He pulled out his own box weapon. The one with the Ax blades.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 3:02 pm
Aida stopped, her bloody forehead resting on the tree. This was bad. She couldn't fight without her flames. Sure her boots and knuckles were built strong but she wouldn't be able to defeat a RUSSIAN MAFIA BOSS without her flames. Blood trickled down her face and dripped off her chin. Then she thought of something. What if Gushka did something? Maybe he put something on that cuts off her flame? That must be it! She turned her head to Gushka fully, her legs a bit wobbly. She was losing too much blood from her head injury.
"You did this to me, Gushka...You cut off my flame...That has to be the reason why it won't ignite..." Her eyes were half lidded but she took a clumsy stance with her fists up. She would fight back until he tells her how to stop this madness. But she took one step and collapsed. ******** blood...
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:25 pm
Olegushka loomed over her with his Axe in hand. The blade almost touching her neck. He was livid and unhappy. How dare she blame him. He didn't do anything to her. It was all her fault that she failed this. She hurt him then blamed him for something he didn't do? This was unacceptable. He picked her up by the throat and slammed her up against the tree.
"Oh you were so talkative before...What happened my little flower? To many emotions?"
Blood got all over his white suit. "I thought you were going to end me. What happened to that idea? Hm I thought you were going to end me! What? Playing opossum now? Is that it? Is that what your doing? Wake up and fight me you little c**t! FIGHT ME!"
He roared the last part. Inside grin plastered on his face. Blood. And so much of it. The scent drove him wild.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 4:53 pm
Her eyes barely open, eying the insane Russian boss. Her head was throbbing and she only caught bits and pieces of what he said. Fight him? Could he not tell she was barely conscious?
"Shut up...Gushka." She clenched her right fist as tightly as she could at Gushka's arm that held her against the tree while the other put it at his mouth, the brass knuckles brushing his skin.
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unfoundedLegecity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 5:35 pm
"Oh my, you've certainly gotten yourself into a pickle, now haven't my dear Aida?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval. Levani strolled towards the two nonchalantly, brushing his hair back into a short ponytail before pulling a box weapon out of a pocket of a miniskirt he had changed into. The jean fabric was tight around his hips, and his fitted t-shirt paired with some black high tops were still very casual, but he had to admit he looked good. It seemed as though all his trips to go shopping would be interrupted by these two. His dark blue eyes landed on Gushka, taking in that insane smile. Oh?Mr. Good-Two Shoes had a bad side? Fun.
"Got your hands on another girl already? I'm heartbroken."
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