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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 19:36:34 GMT -5
Thorn nodded his head. He wanted to talk to Victorique now, but she was busy working and helping his blind brother, who without her, would be only pretending to get something done to feel important. Besides, Ithaca didn't look like she was planning on leaving anytime soon.
"Well, I guess I'm going to go pick up my license today. They should have it ready for me, after I lost it and everything. Want to come with me?"
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 19:38:28 GMT -5
Ithaca had totally been planning on leaving before Thorn asked a question. It was Ithaca's epiphany day too. "You know, if not having me in your life makes things easier, I can go away and not bother you again." she was probably getting on his nerves.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 19:41:07 GMT -5
"Uhm, what?" Thorn asked, his head tilted slightly to the side, "Where did that come from? You're not bothering me."
Women. They were so crazy at times. That's probably why Thorn never had a relationship that lasted longer than a week.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 19:43:14 GMT -5
"I'm sure you think I'm crazy by now. We just met yesterday." Ithaca said. This had actually been bothering her for a while. Mostly because it was bothering willow and she felt the need to make her characters FEEL HER HARASSMENT.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 19:52:24 GMT -5
"Nah, you're fine. I don't think you're crazy. I fuck random people all the time. Plus, you're the daughter of a Mafia boss. Once I wrap my mind around the Mafia actually existing, I have no problem with you." Thorn said, "Now i think I'm gonna walk over and pick up my license. I'll have my answer by tonight, I promise."
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 19:56:12 GMT -5
"Alright. Well, I'm going to go home. Daddy might get worried." Ithaca said then pulled out a card (Mafia Daughters have Cards) with her cell phone number on it. "Just call me whenever." she said, then walked out the door.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 20:00:40 GMT -5
"Right." Thorn said. He took the card and shoved it in his pocket. Then he went off to pick up his motorcycle. He really hoped this wasn't going to be his last ride on it.
When Thorn finally got home, he decided to check to see if Victorique was still here. You know, since she hadn't been home for three days.
He went up to his brother's office door and knocked a few times, which wasn't like him at all. When he heard his brother's voice say 'Come in' he very well did. (Just finished reading a British novel)
"Vic?" he asked as he pushed the door open.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 20:04:04 GMT -5
Victorique had gone home BRIEFLY while Ithaca and Thorn had been talking. She totally grabbed a suitcase and now had clothes and such. "Yeah?" Victorique said, hearing her name being called. THORN TOTALLY WASN'T WALKING IN ON A HOT SEX SCENE.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 20:19:40 GMT -5
"Can I talk to you...alone, for a bit?" Thorn asked.
Jagger stared sightlessly at his brother. He figured they were going to talk about Thorn's FEELINGS about what happened the other night. As long as Victorique didn't get hurt, he was good with it.
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 20:20:58 GMT -5
Victorique was a little scared to leave Jagger, but she did it anyways. She figured what Thorn had to say was about the MAFIA AND SHIT so she figured it would be okay and she wouldn't be raped. "Uh... uh, s-sure..." she said. She still felt bad and awkward.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 20:53:31 GMT -5
Thorn took Victorique back to their apartment (sexual) so Jagger couldn't hear their conversation.
Thorn threw himself down on the couch and immidiately told Victorique all about what had happened yesterday. He ended, "So Ithaca, that was the bosses daughter, told me we could fake our deaths and live without the mafia. But we couldn't live here or the Mafia would find us. So I would have to leave you and Jag behind. I really don't want to leave you guys, but I don't want to stay in the Mafia either. What do you think I should do?"
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 20:56:44 GMT -5
Victorique had a difficult time thinking of the answer. Poor Thorn. His life was just so difficult. "Well... I guess the most logical thing is to leave." she said. "But you have to try to visit us! Or call us... and we'll need an excuse for Jagger..." she ranted.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 21:03:37 GMT -5
Thorn had been thinking about what he would tell his brother if he had decided to go. Victorique understood that he needed to leave, so that's what he would do.
"Jag..." Thorn sighed, "Well, we aren't sure if this plan will work out. If it doesn't, the Mafia will kill me for sure. Plus, something could happen on the way to wherever we are going! Look, can you please do me a favor? I'm just going to leave. I don't know when, and I'll try to call as soon as I can. Give me a month to call. Just a month, alright? Make Jagger think I've just been really busy. You need to maybe spill a few things around the kitchen, and every night you have to mess up the blankets on the couch so it looks like I slept there! Please, just do this for a month. If I don't call within the next month, tell Jagger you got a phone call and...I died in a crash or something. 'Cuz if I don't call in a month the Mafia probably got me."
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Post by J I N G O on Jul 13, 2010 21:11:07 GMT -5
Victorique felt soooo bad for poor Thorn!. "Alright," she said, about to cry. Willow had no idea if they were standing or what, so let's just say they are. She gave him a hug, because she felt so bad for him. She definitely felt like it was her fault. "I'll try." she said, as she pulled away.
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Post by amaterasu on Jul 13, 2010 21:15:17 GMT -5
"Thanks Vic, you're the best." Thorn said. He didn't want to look at her too long, or else he might start crying. Thorn's man pride wouldn't let him cry. And he knew he couldn't go see Jag before he left. Then he might really start freaking out.
"Hey, I'm going to go pack." Thorn used as an excuse to get out of there. He pushed himself up off of the couch and walked into the back bedroom. He pulled out his cell phone and Ithaca's card. He carefully dialed the number and listened to the steady ring of the phone.
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