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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 11:51:36 GMT -5
"Why do you think!" Ithaca said and rolled her eyes. She definitely wasn't going to tell Thorn that she wanted to get into his pants. She wasn't one hundred percent sure what kind of person he was. Though, with his police records, he did seem to have quite the obnoxious personality. The kind of personality a HOOKERFUCKER would have. Sure. That made sense.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 11:55:30 GMT -5
"I don't know? You like to make fun of people like me?" Thorn answered, fairly honest. She seemed like the kind of person who would do that. In fact, that was what the last post rant was about. But this one will be about Thorn and his cluelessness. Even though Ithaca totally dressed like a hooker, he didn't think she really was one >.>
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 11:57:21 GMT -5
Ithaca rolled her eyes. She wanted to get into his pants! Duh. But she wasn't going to make a fool of herself by telling him that. "No, actually. I guess you'll just have to figure it out for yourself or not at all." she challenged.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:00:30 GMT -5
"Awww" Thorn complained, "I hate these kind of games. Can't you just tell me? Why does the Mafia have to be so difficult?" Thorn's head was reeling with more answers to the girls question. He couldn't think of anything that was good enough though. Does that mean he was special? "So wait, does that mean you don't train all of the new people that come in?" Thorn asked.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:02:15 GMT -5
"No, I can't just tell you. That'd be no fun!" Ithaca said, putting her hand on her hip (signature move) "Why would I? I'm Dontae Morse's daughter! Not a babysitter." Ithaca said, only a little insulted. But she felt like Axel, so that was okay.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:07:19 GMT -5
"Well why me?" Thorn whined, "Can't you at least give me a hint?" Thorn had no idea why he was so special. Sure, he had accidentally stumbled into a Mafia boss meeting and apparently learned some secret information while he hid from the scary people. Then they got him so fucking drunk he couldn't even remember where he was, let alone anything he had heard that night. Then they dropped him off at his house and he was secretly conducted into the Mafia. He had been given a message about where to meet someone to answer his questions and give him more information, and then right after that he was picked up by Ithaca to go out for training and his first mission. Wow, his life kind of sucked.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:09:59 GMT -5
Ithaca thought of the reason she had come here with him. "I took the record daddy had on you. There's your hint. Have fun with it." she said. Wasn't it a little obvious? She had suggested that a make out session in the coat room was a good idea. And she wasn't kidding. It was obvious.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:16:42 GMT -5
Thorn still had no idea. But it scared him that the Mafia had a record on him. What could possibly be in this record? Well, the more important question right now was what was in this record that would make her want to train him? The only good things he could think of is that he has a kickass motorcycle (would that even be in the record?), he's rich (or well, his brother is. Pretty much. But doesn't the mafia have a lot of money?) and that he's pretty fucking sexy. That was when it hit him. There was only one thing about himself that was something the Mafia just couldn't obtain for itself. "Holy fucking God!" Thorn blurted, maybe just a little too loudly, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:18:27 GMT -5
"Hey! Whoa! You're going a little far." Ithaca lied. She was a good liar. It came with being the mafia bosses daughter. "But you could say I have a particular interest in you. But you know, I won't go crying to daddy if you want nothing to do with me." she said. People always seemed to think that she would have Xigbar snipe them if they didn't do what she wanted.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:25:43 GMT -5
Thorn was just staring wide eyed at her. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He did admit that he would love to get in this girls pants, but he was completely terrified. Of who? Who else but Dontae the mob boss. "Whoa, I'm not like, rejecting you or anything, but I'm pretty fucking scared of whatever your dad might do to me." Thorn told her.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:27:21 GMT -5
"Daddy won't do anything to you so long as I object to it." Ithaca said. "Me and him already had a conversation about how it's my life and I'll do whatever and whoever I wanna do." she explained. She remembered the heated argument her and Dontae the mafia boss had.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:30:59 GMT -5
Thorn highly doubted that Ithaca could stop DONTAE THE MAFIA BOSS from sending him on a suicide mission or something of the sort. All he did was shrug at her and say, "If you're sure." He obviously didn't believe her though. He glanced around the room a few times, remembering the mission. But when he didn't see the guy they were looking for yet, he let his brown eyes rest on Ithaca once again.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:32:42 GMT -5
"So then," Ithaca started, "we got here fairly early because you insisted on ending training so soon." she shared with him THE TRUTH, "so we'll have to do something while we wait for daddy's client to show up." she was being suggestive again.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 12:38:54 GMT -5
Thorn narrowed his eyes at the girl. He didn't like being picked on. But then he got an idea. He gripped her by the back of the head, turned her to face him, then roughly kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back he looked at her and stated simply, "Look. I don't care about training. If I'm going to be in the Mafia, I might as well let it kill me quickly."
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 12:40:42 GMT -5
Ithaca gave a quick glance to the coatroom that Thorn had pointed out earlier, then looked at him again. "It's really not so bad. You just watch too many movies." she said, and gave the coatroom another glance. The mafia was fun. She had a good time. Everyone exaggerated the mafia.
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