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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 11:53 pm
 Ian ran to his room, omelet in hand. Closing the door, he quietly sat down on his bed and poked at his omelet. He wasn't so hungry anymore but ate anyways. Jamie had said that they were just friends in the last conversation he and Jamie had. So it didn't matter if Jamie flirted with Nori right? Then why did he feel so miserable, darn it?! Before Nori, Jamie had flirted shamelessly with Ian but that was probably just for fun to make him aggravated. Jamie loved doing that to him. "Jerk." Ian muttered. Ian flopped down on the his bed and tugged at the earrings that Jamie had given him. He was tired of being miserable all the time. He wanted it to end. He wanted everything to end. Without the mafia or Jamie, Ian felt like he had no purpose in life. "How pathetic." He scolded himself. He didn't need Jamie. He would find a new life too. He could and would throw it all away. Jumping off the bed, Ian pulled out the butterfly earrings and put them safely into the bedside table's drawers. They'd only serve as objects from his memories now. You can't hold on to the past forever. He told himself. Things would change. If Jamie could move on, so could he...Right?
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 12:02 am
 "Oh." Jamie smiled again, standing and washing his water glass, putting it back where he had found it, and smiling at Nori. "Odd combination," he muttered, referring to Nori's heritage, "but it looks good on you. Maybe you should go all blond? That might work well." He imagined the boy with blond hair, and smiled to himself. That would look good, or so he thought. He sat back down in the chair, and watched Nori work. It was relaxing, in a way, something so seperate from the underworld they functioned in that it almost felt normal, just to sit in the kitchen talking.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 12:21 am
Nori smiled softly at the compliment and nodded. "Yeah, that might be the better idea." Being around Jamie seemed comfortable after a while and he started just speaking his mind.
"My dad would love it. I can hear my him now: 'Very good, Michael' Is what he would say. And that's it. He always says that. I don't know why it's so hard to say my first name." He was just filler-talking, but it was nice having someone to unload his useless thoughts to. While he usually did things around the house he would silently work and think about things offhandedly, which could make him take hours longer than it should.
Now that breakfast was starting it's way, he would call the others soon, and not knowing who was staying or going in such a house, Nori always made extra. He handed the first plate to Jamie and continued to his cooking precisely where he left off, as if he was coin-operated.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 12:21 am
Craig was somewhat disappointed that Draven wasn’t going to share the information anymore, but figured it best not to pry any more. If it was that important, Draven would have told him straight up. When Draven asked about an illegal gun shop, Craig looked around and chuckled. “Nothing like that around here.” Nowhere that Craig knew about, or was allowed to be in anyway. There were only a few places that Craig could be in in the upper city and someplace potentially illegal was not one of them. “I can take you to one back down town.” He stated simply. In the lower city Craig had a lot of friends and he was well known in the community. Although he dressed nicely and talked highly, it was clear that he was born and raised under the same circumstances as quite a number of the people who grew up in the poor communities.
Craig had been born to a father who was already well established in a mafia, Han’s mafia, and so Craig had to live up to his father’s position. When his father had died, Craig worked all the harder, instead of sitting and sulking. His father had always had words to wisdom for him, though Craig wouldn’t really define them as ‘word of wisdom’, they were more just things that his father told him to do or expected of him. If you get yourself into trouble, you had better get yourself out of it. There is no one to save you, Craig, no one has your back. Remember that. Craig figured that his father was only trying to fool with him, to make him think there would be no help for him, but Craig had found himself in positions before when he had wished there was help and had found none. When he worked, he thought himself alone, and this made is easier for him to work alone. Han had told Craig that he was to go with Kyrin on her first official mission, basically to oversee things. He was to get involved if needed, but Craig found this to be potentially dangerous. He didn’t know how he would react if something dangerous were to happen to Kyrin, he hadn’t been in that situation before and was almost certain that he wouldn’t be able to think straight. If you die, Craig, it had better be with honor. It was one of the last things that Joe had said to him before his death. “Would you like to go there? Its not too far from the mansion, and I’m sure you were headed back there soon anyway.” Craig’s face masked any emotions that he was feeling, he found it easier to think of happy things then dwell on the past anyway. Feeling the need to be talking now, Craig asked the next thing that came to mind, “How’s Ky?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:34 am
Jamie laughed again. "Your middle name is Michael?" he found that ironic, "So is mine."
Speaking with Nori was every bit as comfortable to Jamie as it was to Nori. He mindlessly picked at the food that was set in front of him. True, he had already eaten, but that had hardly been anything at all. "You're a good cook," he smiled to the boy, not really thinking about the unpleasantries of Ian, or of the memories that had seemed to follow him to this place. He was just happy.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:08 am
 Draven gave a curt nod and let Craig lead the way saying, “Craig I like how I’m not tearing your head off, I wouldn’t push your luck”, thinking about Kyrin still left a bitter taste in Draven’s mouth, it was something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Inside, Draven felt as if a hurricane was tearing through his mind, everything was in an upheaval. Never before had the man found himself in a position he couldn’t easily find an answer for, or escape possible defeat. “So”, he said to break a quiet spell he knew was coming, “you think the people I may be buying from are going to try and rip me off?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 1:26 pm
Turning his head with a slight smile was a signaled 'thanks'. But as he worked, his thoughts, like they inevitably did, turned to worry. Here he was, enjoying himself in the kitchen, off-handedly talking about the newest mission, but this might not be all it's cracked up to be. Sure, he would be able to design, primp and make-up any of the mafia members to his heart's content; nonetheless, the danger of it all hadn't been considered. Flying over seas? Raiding a Party? and...are they going to kill anybody?
Nori's fast-paced cooking slowed down a bit as he thought about this. "Jamie," he said, his uneasiness mounting, " Do you think...Are we going to have to kill anybody in this mission?"
He thought it was a stupid question, but he wanted another viewpoint. This is a mafia, so of course there would be killing, what did he expect? He started feeling a sense of dread. But also at that moment, the idea of running for his life, flashing night lights, loud shots, and feeling the steel of a gun in his mind's eye seemed like an excitement that even his good morals might not be able to resist. He mentally scolded himself, but the feeling of enthusiasm wouldn't subside easily.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:58 pm
 Tristan looked up when Kyrin said something in a language he could understand. He disliked knowing that they were talking about him and noticed the way they seemed to be joking about something; presumably him. Tristan suddenly felt self conscious, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
"I have several hundred reliable contacts in nearly a hundred countries and I have been known to be a very persuasive interrogator. I know enough of several languages to get me around. They include Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Russian, Italian, Swahili, Chinese, Arabic, and I'm working on Japanese." Tristan paused obviously, If there's any information you need, I'll find it." he said with a small, sly smile. "I'm a pretty decent fighter with the right weapon, too." He shrugged. I hope that'll be enough...
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:43 pm
Jamie shrugged. "I can't say..." he was quiet, thinking. Would he have to kill? Perhaps. They may all. He wasn't going to put too much stress on it. He had killed before, he could again. He was more than capable with a gun, and he had been known to just let loose and hit people, if he lost his temper enough. He laughed, lightly, friendly. "If it comes to it, I'll kill them. You don't have to."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:19 pm
Jamie's laughter made him uneasy. Perhaps this was a field better suited for him. After all, Nori currently had no experience nor the physical and mental comprehension of having to kill sombody. They talked about it as if it was something mundane, but he wondered if he could do it. Jamie just offered to get his hands dirty for him, but Nori didn't know if he could accept something like that.
" You don't have to protect me Jamie..." He replied softly, as he filled more plates." Murder is unforgivable, so then it's only one person's responsibility. I hope I never have to carry such a burden." He said these weighted words with a strained smile as he finished up on the stove. It always seemed that robbing someone of their life was incredibly easy, but the aftermath of guilt and the moment before pulling the trigger was the real challenge. Nori was no stranger to death, after his oldest step-brother died.
Ehren Blauvelt was one of the nicest people that Nori had the pleasure of knowing, but he took his own life for unknown reasons. After his death, his father refused to believe it was suicide and even turned on the people he trusted before the whole thing blew over. Nori couldn't believe it either at first, but that's how it was. How many other people in this city had lost a brother? Ehren didn't deserve to die, but he had. And who was to say how much more painful it would be to lose a relative to homicide instead of suicide? It was probably immeasurable.
No, these people, these enemies of Han, they were probably waiting for their death at any moment, because they knew they were deserving. And they would get it, courtesy of the Butterfly Mafia if it came down to it. And that is what the street calls 'justice'.
Nori finished all the plates except for one, which would be his. He'd lost his appetite as his busy mind worked off hunger.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:43 pm
After a few minutes, Ian had settled down a lot more that he had expected of himself. Gaining his composure, he jumped off his bed and picked up the kitchen's plate. It had go back to it's rightful place. Ian walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. The smell from the kitchen smelled delicious. Ian guessed that Nori had been cooking. Nori and Jamie were still there talking. It still irked him a bit but he had to tell himself to calm down. I have to move on...Move on... Mentally kicking himself, he smiled and nodded to them both. Standing at the kitchen sink he washed off the remains of his omelet into the sink. Ian bit his lip, he could do this. See? Everything was going fine.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:44 pm
"If you don't want me to. I don't have to kill. But someone does." Jamie noticed Nori's seriousness, and matched it. He wasn't fond of killing, but the way he had grown up, the way he had lived, made it necessary. He understood Nori's hesitance, he could be the same way, if he had known the person who was to die.
Jamie's former existance, before he had fled to live in this mansion, had been as the leader of a group of contract killers under his father's mafia 'family.' He and Ian themselves had taken countless lives, and the two that they worked with had done the same. It simply didn't matter to him anymore, if it had been an anonymous life. What mattered was when he had known the person. For this, he wondered how it would be to infiltrate their ranks. He would have to know them.
Jamie saw Ian enter the room and smiled broadly. "Hi Ian," he greeted the other man, contrary to their strained relationship.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:50 pm
Ian jumped at the sound of Jamie's voice. He almost dropped the plate in shock. "S-shoot!" Ian grabbed onto the plate quickly and spun around. "Uh...H-Hi...Jamie.." Ian smiled sweetly at Jamie despite the conflicting voice in his head. Don't act so friendly with me!! You two-timing b*****d!
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:07 pm
Jamie, contrary to how Ian had been known to see him, was entirely relaxed and happy to the presence of Ian. When the two had been in the same room since ending their relationship, interaction had been tense and laced with double meanings. There was always the possibility that his relaxation was due to the fact that Nori was also in the room. The boy calmed Jamie significantly. He seemed in no hurry to leave, but turned his position to face the newcomer more directly. "What's up?" He smiled, genuine.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:14 pm
Ian blinked. He was so confused. Jamie wasn't teasing him or poking fun at Ian's easy blushing habits? Ian turned back to washing and putting away his plate. Play nice, Ian. We're just friends. Act like how you were when you and Jamie were just friends. But...then again that was so long ago...I don't know if I remember how to act like just being friends anymore... Ian shook his head to rid of the negative thinking. "Not much. I'm thinking of getting contacts. These glasses are becoming a pain. Anyways, how are you? Still thinking of dying your hair?"
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