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![[*]](./images/pretend/default_icon.gif) posted on 12-28-2007 at 09:29 PM |
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Cemetery
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
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Reno
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| posted on 3-9-2008 at 11:21 PM |
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Reno stuck his head through the cemetery gates, scoped the grounds, then strode in, waving at his boss behind him.
"Escarra guy's not here yet, looks like," he said. "I don't see him. Why the hell'd he want to meet in a cemetery, anyway, creepy bastard..."
Reno didn't trust this guy much. He was a mob boss, after all, and trusting a mob boss would likely be the last thing you ever did, standard
procedure...but something about the way this guy looked just made Reno uneasy.
He leaned against the gate and waited, very aware of the holster resting against the small of his back.
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-9-2008 at 11:36 PM |
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Rufus straightened his jacket and stepped past Reno, his head up and his shoulders pulled back. He was not about to be taken off-guard by this man,
no matter how powerful the other may think he was. A mob boss was still no more than a criminal. All the same, his gun was tucked safely into a
shoulder holster, smooth under his lapel.
"Just stay here. If I need you, I will let you know. Until then, I expect that you'll make yourself invisible." He brushed his hair back. "I don't
want him to feel threatened or intimidated. You can do that, can't you?"
He walked out into the cemetery, acutely aware of his complete exposure.
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Ciro
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 12:04 AM |
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A cemetery was nice and private. Ciro didn't particularly want to be seen, and he was fairly sure that this Rufus Heeren definitely wouldn't want to
be seen with him. Nobody came to cemeteries at these hours except strange little goth kids.
He stepped through the gates, glancing up at the church and crossing himself with a little smile before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up.
The younger blond was standing a little ways inside, and Ciro had to admit, he was mildly intrigued as to what this old-money corporate bastard wanted
with him.
Yes, I've done my research, Rufus Heeren. I know who you are.
He switched the cigarette to his left hand and extended his right. "I assume you would be Mr. Heeren?" he said, smiling.
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 12:18 AM |
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Rufus took Ciro's hand briefly and nodded. "You would be correct. Mr. Escarrá, then?"
Dark suit, sharp appearance, cigarette between the tips of his fingers, not the base...Rufus was quite proficient at scoping people before engaging in
conversation with them. He'd found he could glean significant information from a simple once-over. He didn't seem to be armed, but Rufus knew
better. There were too many ways to conceal a gun. He didn't dare let himself relax.
"I expect you're wondering why I've asked to meet with you."
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Ciro
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 12:23 AM |
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"Yes, I am," said Ciro, taking a pull on his cigarette. He was fairly sure that either this man was armed, or he had someone waiting in the shadows
who was. The latter was more likely. His type almost never did their own dirty work. "I'm curious...why would someone like you want anything to do
with me? I assume you know who I am..."
His eyes met Rufus's steadily. Though the other was younger, it wouldn't do to underestimate him.
Of course, Ciro wouldn't hesitate to blackmail him, given a good enough reason.
"What was it you wanted?"
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 12:42 AM |
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Rufus didn't flinch at Ciro's gaze. He simply pulled his jacket together against the chill of the wind, careful not to define the relief of his
firearm against his chest.
"That I do, and I am going to be brief with you. I expect as well that you know who I am."
He already knew that he couldn't trust this man. There was no need to hesitate or attempt small-talk to gauge his personality. Either he would
accept his offer, or he would decline, and either way was fine with Rufus. If he declined, then he knew too much, and Rufus highly expected that he
would not be missed--mafia ties be damned.
"I am attempting to gain some footing here in New Helena, and I need your help. I'd like to propose an alliance."
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Ciro
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 12:49 AM |
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Ciro raised his eyebrows. An alliance? Interesting. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to gain a few friends in this town, he already had his eye on a
couple of others. He was concerned about being used as a stepping stone, however...Rufus had once had power, and his type never liked to lose that,
would stop at nothing to regain it. He wasn't going to be the back that Rufus Heeren stood on.
"What kind of alliance did you have in mind?" he said.
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 03:11 AM |
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Rufus brushed his windblown hair back again. He would have to tread lightly.
"Nothing formal. I just wish to have your assistance, should I need it."
He really didn't like the idea of asking for help from a notorious crime syndicate. With his own record, getting tangled up with a local mafia boss
was likely the most dangerous thing he could have done. Still, he expected that should trouble arise, he would be much more likely to be able to
escape prosecution than this man would. If nothing else, he would likely be able to persuade the police to release him in exchange for turning in Mr.
Escarrá. So whether he agreed to the alliance or not, he would still become a convenient card in Rufus's deck.
"In return, of course, anything I can offer is yours. You have only to ask."
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Ciro
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 03:24 AM |
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An interesting idea. Ciro wasn't quite sure if allying himself with this man was really worth it, though. What kind of danger would he put himself
in if he agreed? Would Heeren use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate his own freedom from the bounty on his head? Or would he just plunder Ciro's
assets and run away laughing?
Perhaps he was paranoid. Perhaps not. Ciro couldn't take that chance.
"What would you have to offer me?" he said softly. "Your company is in shambles. Your employees have fled you. All you have left is your money, and
even that will soon run out."
He took another drag on his cigarette and watched the smoke curl away into the sky. "I know enough about you to make any potential alliances somewhat
precarious. What can you offer me to offset that possible danger, to myself, and to you?"
Tapping the ash off of his cigarette, he glanced back at Rufus, waiting for his response.
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 03:46 AM |
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Rufus's mouth twitched into a faint snarl. Well then. He would have to go about this in a slightly different manner. If persuasion didn't work,
perhaps threats would...no, not yet. Too early in this meeting to risk such mindless tactics. Besides, what did it matter to him? There were plenty
of people in this town with similar connections. Miss Bátoriová would be of more use to him than Mr. Escarrá.
"I wouldn't be extending this offer to you had I not already weighed the risks," he replied coolly. "Do you think that such an alliance would not be
equally dangerous to me? Do you think that I had not accounted for that? You must realise, given what you know about me, that I am a wanted man."
He took one step towards Ciro.
"You are also wanted. You simply have the fortune that the police do not know your name. Between the two of us, who is the more likely to escape
imprisonment?" He tipped his head to one side. "Well, Mr. Escarrá?
"I can offer you protection from the authorities. My company may no longer be worth anything, but my name still is. I still have a great deal of
leverage. The question, therefore, is, will your alliance be worth the risks to me?"
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 04:03 AM |
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Ciro snorted, smoke puffing from his nostrils. "Why must I prove myself to you? You were the one who proposed this meeting in the first place. I
should think the burden of worth would rest on you."
The arrogance of this little brat. As if anyone needed protection from the authorities in this town. Ciro wasn't afraid of them...they were easy
enough to pay off. If they ever managed to find out that he existed.
"You apparently need me more than I need you, Mr. Heeren," he said calmly. "I have no desire to make things difficult for either of us..."
He reached up for his collar, loosening his tie nonchalantly, undoing two of the buttons.
"But if you insist on making veiled threats, I'm afraid I must decline your offer."
His hand slipped inside his shirt, feeling for his gun.
"I'm sure you understand."
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 04:12 AM |
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Damn him! Rufus should have known--should already have called for his bodyguard, but his fleeting indignation had allowed his defenses to slip. His
eyes widened slightly as Ciro's hand slipped under his collar.
He stepped back, drew his gun, and fired.
Ciro didn't fall.
Shit, he hissed in his mind. His aim had been affected more than he had expected. He'd succeeded in nothing but further angering an armed
man.
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 04:17 AM |
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He honestly hadn't expected that Rufus would be packing himself, and when he felt the heat of the bullet screaming past his shoulder he whipped out
his own gun and fired without hesitation, directly into the other man's stomach.
"You shouldn't have done that, Heeren. If I knew your credit card number, I'd have you pay for the repairs to my suit."
He watched the other man crumple to the ground, blood blooming over his nice clean suit, then walked away, smiling at the sound of another voice
screaming.
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 04:28 AM |
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Rufus felt nothing until one knee and one hand hit the ground, his other hand pressed over his abdomen. He pulled it away and let it hover between
his eyes and the ground. Sticky and wet and red, quickly cooling in the wind. A beat later, he realised that it was blood.
Only then did he realise that he was in pain.
out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ciro walk past him, and he was struck by the urge to reach out and trip him. He couldn't miss at point-blank.
But he couldn't move. He could hardly breathe.
He heard Reno scream.
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Reno
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 04:39 AM |
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"Boss!"
Reno rushed forward, ignoring the fact that he was supposed to stay invisible, figuring that was a moot point by now. "Boss! Oh shit, oh shit, oh
shit--"
He flung an arm around Rufus's chest, nearly panicking at the sight of the blood spreading over Rufus's stomach. "C'mon, man, gotta get you to a
hospital, come on..." he muttered, more to be saying something than anything else, trying to pull Rufus to his feet. Why hadn't Rufus signaled him?
He knew his own aim was shit these days!
Looking up, he saw Ciro's back as the mob man walked away, hands in his pockets. "You! If he dies I swear to god I'll kill you!" he screamed. "You
hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 05:10 AM |
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Rufus grabbed Reno by the collar. "Shut up--more trouble than it's worth--"
As soon as he tried it, he decided that talking was probably a bad idea. He coughed, and nearly collapsed in pain, even with Reno holding him. The
taste of blood flooded his mouth. And Reno was still trying to pull him to his feet, which really wasn't helping.
Still, the sooner he got to the hospital, the better. And his mind was already spinning the story he'd give the police when they inevitably
questioned him about the shooting. He wouldn't turn in Mr. Escarrá. It would cause far more problems in the future if he did. Besides, if the
police arrested him for attempted murder, it would take away the satisfaction of doing away with the bastard himself. Clearly, the other did not know
who he was dealing with.
Rufus managed to get both feet firmly underneath him, and he let Reno take care of the rest, though he was entirely certain that walking was out of
the question right now. Every motion he made sent throbbing stabs through his midsection.
He would not die. Reno didn't have to worry. He would live at least long enough to make Mr. Escarrá regret his actions.
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Reno
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 05:20 AM |
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Reno snarled, fishing in Rufus's pocket for the cell phone he was never without.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, makes me feel better--"
Ahah. There it was.
He flicked it open and punched in the numbers with his thumb. "Yeah, hi, look, I need an ambulance like right now, got a guy with a gunshot wound
here--St. Mary's Cathedral, yeah--look, I don't have time to explain, just get the fucking ambulance up here right now--yeah, we'll be out front.
Bye."
Snapping the phone shut, he shoved it into his own pocket and shifted Rufus on his shoulder.
"Oh, hell, you know what, fuck it," he muttered, and reached down for Rufus's legs, hoisting him up into his arms. "I'll just fucking carry you.
C'mon, let's go."
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Rufus
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 05:42 AM |
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Rufus couldn't say he was surprised when Reno hoisted him off of the ground. He was actually rather grateful for it. There was no way Rufus would
have made it to the front of the churchyard on his own--it was looking increasingly like he wasn't going to make it still conscious.
He would not pass out. He would not pass out. If nothing else than for the fact that Reno would freak out if he did, he would not pass
out.
He wrapped his arms around Reno's neck, trying to make himself less of a dead weight in his bodyguard's arms. His fingers curled around the back of
Reno's collar. The pain wasn't fading. It wasn't slacking off at all. The jolting motion of Reno's hastened steps over the uneven ground wasn't
helping, but there was nothing they could do about that.
His peripheral vision started to fade. He tipped his head against the crook of Reno's neck.
"Promise me--you'll stay calm--and don't kill anyone."
With anyone else, that would have gone unspoken. With Reno, he needed to be told.
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Reno
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| posted on 3-10-2008 at 06:02 AM |
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He felt Rufus's hands tighten around his collar, and Reno tightened his own arms, pulling Rufus closer.
"Don't kill anyone," he repeated, smiling halfheartedly. "Heh. I'll try not to." He looked towards the street, and saw the flashing lights of the
arriving ambulance off in the distance. "You die, though, and I can't be responsible for my actions."
Goddammit. He couldn't let himself freak out just yet, not until he knew Rufus was safe. He could hear the siren now, getting much closer, as he
stepped into the road in front of the church.
"So--so don't die."
He climbed into the ambulance and didn't take his eyes off Rufus the entire way to the hospital.
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"God nearer to thee, your servant comes. Cover her in your comforting love..."
The pastor warbled on and on. A gust of strong wind blew over the party of friends and loved ones of Oki Andrews. Rebekah jumped as the unusually cold
wind brushed her legs and ruffled her knee lengthed flowery skirt. She felt so out of place. Everyone wore blacks, greys and blues. But Rebekah
refused to wear such dark colors. Donning black would've been too real. She couldn't take too much reality at the moment.
Knowing that Oki's body was laying in the oddly beautiful, gray-metaled casket only feet away from her was real enough.
"Recieve her devouted spirit, Dear Father."
Rebekah almost laughed...then felt guilty for the desire to laugh. Devouted spirit? Oki? Rebecca audibly scoffed and smiled softly. Oki hated church
and christians. Her god was a dry martini. Her miracle...a fifty precent off sale at Dolce & Gabannas. Oki had no desire for religious things. She
lived in the now.
"Ashes to Ashes...Dust to Dust...."
Ashes? Dust? Oki's body, void of life would soon turn to ashes and dust. Her body would go on dying...just as she had...too quickly and too soon. With
that thought, tears spilled over Rebekah's eyes, cascading down her cheeks and rolling to her lips. She'd ruined her make up...she knew it. She tasted
her mascara. Oki would've been so pleased that she'd worn makeup. She was always telling Rebekah how she was "too hot for a plain ass face". Rebekah
wished she could see her now. But Oki wouldn't see anything...anymore.
The gravediggers were lowering Oki into the ground. Rebekah clinched her hand into a tight fist, forgetting that she was holding her mother's hand.
She smiled at her mother, wetly and her mother smiled back. Her father's arm was wrapped around her, she felt him give her shoulder a comfoting pat.
Rebekah'd forgotten that her parents were on either side of her. She'd forgotten that she was surrounded by love. She looked at Oki's father who was
standing by the side of the grave as they lowered his only daughter in. She couldn't see his face. But she saw his shoulders sag and shake. He was
crying.
"Dad, Mom..." Rebekah whispered, her parents looking down at her immediatly.
"I think Mr. Andrews needs you guys right now...more than I do." She said and lowered her eyes, staring at the ground underneath her.
Rebekah's parents looked at each other, kissed and hugged her and left her side...rushing to comfort a man who was surely alone in the world. First
his wife...now his daughter.
Rebekah strode away as the priest gave the final benediction and the crowd dispursed...Oki's body was in its final resting place.
There are shortcuts to happiness...
And dancing is one of them.
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Inka trudged quietly on the soft ground of the cemetery, making sure her footsteps were light as if to pay reverence to the souls resting there. She
pursed her lips, eyes scanning each gravestone. May her soul rest in peace. A mother, a wife and a daughter to many... She frowned, her brows
furrowed deeply as she kept moving quietly. Her mother never received such accolades when she was carried away from the world by her brutal death. Her
father barely gave her much of a burial, burning her ashes because her face was unrecognizable.
She winced to herself, remembering her father's stoic expression, his apathetic reply. She couldn't believe her mother had been married to such a hard
man, that she'd been born to such a bitter man. A good thing she had escaped on time. Now, she would keep to her mission. Finding her mother's
killers, even if it was the last thing she could do.
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Rebekah's heels sank into the soft grass as she walked away from the interim. She kept her head down, playing with the trim of her shirt. She couldn't
deny that she was trying to do everything to keep from thinking about her last thoughts and moments with Oki. Everyone'd known that she and Oki were
complete opposites. Rebekah loved ballet and immersed herself into her studies. Oki loved shopping and partying hard...avoiding school at all cost.
Looking back on she and Oki's relationship, she couldn't figure out what tied her so competely to Oki. What bound her to her dead best friend without
any question. So connected to her that she would forget her free ride to Julliard and come to this stupid, podunk town to a school that didn't even
have "Dance" as a major.
She knew exactly what it was...but she wasn't ready nor willing to ever recap it, to ever remember it. Especially now that Oki was dead.
Dead...
Rebekah's walk soon turned into a quick stride, which turned into a run. She was running and she didn't know why. He eyes filled with tears all over
again...hot and angry. Tears pouring down her cheeks...
Gravestones whipped past her, she only saw blurs. Until she hit something hard and solid. She fell to the ground, her chest heaving. Her face wet. Her
eyes, blurred by tears, looked up to the woman she'd run into.
There are shortcuts to happiness...
And dancing is one of them.
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Inka blinked in surprise when a little woman slammed into her. She staggered back without protest but steadied herself, her brows deepening into a
dark frown as she glared at the woman on the floor. Then her face softened when she saw the tears--tears she wished she could shed. Standing there,
she merely stared at the woman without saying a word or offering to help her up.
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Shielding her eyes, Rebekah couldn't hide the stunned look from her face. The woman that hovered over her was beautiful...intimidatingly beautiful.
Her glaring eyes, even though coated with malice, softened a bit as she stared into Rebekah. Rebekah cowered and began rising from the ground,
brushing the back of her skirt.
"I'm so...sor-sorry." She hiccuped, embarrased by her running nose and reddened eyes.
"I wasn't watching where I was going..." Rebekah's shoulders shook in silent sobs. She silently wished that she could finally stop crying but the
tears kept coming. Her hands reached for the little beaded purse that was wrapped around her shoulder. She had to have a kleenex somewhere in there...
There are shortcuts to happiness...
And dancing is one of them.
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