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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:21 pm
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((OK, *luffs*))
Kat frowns at this tidbit of information. She wonders exactly how Flame would have something that once belonged to the dead sister. Glancing over at him, he is sitting there, stone-faced, showing no indication of whether or not he has any idea of what they're talking about.
After a bit, they're dismissed for the evening meal. They head downstairs to where the farmer's "wife" has prepared a large, but simple meal for the group. They eat in silence for the most part, and then head to their respective rooms for the remainder of the night.
Once in the shared bedroom, Kat checks her phone for any messages and the turns it off to preserve the battery. Tired from the long flight, she takes off her jeans and boots, then climbs into bed, falling asleep quickly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:35 pm
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*The Russian does not tell Flame what it is he has and Flame sits scowling, not giving any indication if he's aware of what it is he has. After eating the meal prepared for them, Brat follows the small group upstairs to their rooms. She lightly touches Flame's arm, catching his eye before going in to her room. Not knowing him well, she still hopes he's read the message in her look, they need to have a talk, but can't do so at the farmhouse. She wonders how soon they can get out and moving, hoping she can catch him away from the others then. Closing the door behind her, she debates going on an explore, knowing she can skirt security, but decides to let it go for tonight. After the long trip and never able to sleep on planes, she slides out of her jeans, laying down on the bed in just her long shirt.*
((K ~ nighters *Luffs*))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:10 am
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-pissed that the Russian knew more about the reason L wanted him than he was letting on, he keeps his emotions intact, all except for the steely glare sent his way before leaving for his shared space. Just outside the room, Brat gives him a knowing look and he understands what's being conveyed. With a slight nod, he retires for the night.
Undressing, he climbs into his bed clad in only his boxers, one arm over his eyes, the other across his stomach. Thoughts of dame run through his mind and he starts to reach for his phone to send a text, but thinks better of it, deciding to wait until tomorrow. Though he knew it was useless, he tries to get some sleep, letting his mind continue to entertain itself with dame-
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:08 pm
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-staring outside the window in his shared room with Kaoru, he wonders how long until they start working towards their reason for coming back to this hellhole. Sleep evading him, he'd lain awake all night, going over every encounter he'd had with clients to figure out what in hell could he have that L wanted from him so badly. Nothing coming to mind, he'd gotten out of bed and paced the room, pulling a chair from the small table provided inside their room over to the window to watch the sun rise and help him think. Now it was late afternoon, breakfast and lunch out of the way, and he'd yet to come to even an inkling of what he possessed, as he watched the sun start it's descent toward the trees and hills. Sighing, his mind once again slips to dame and he decides to send her a quick text, making a mental note to destroy that phone once it's done.
Standing, he stretches and walks over to his things, grabbing his phone and turning it on. As soon as it wakes up, he sees two messages from her. Chuckling, he reads them both, smiling darkly at the sight of his name spelled with brownies, bringing memories of their last night together back to him, and a flash of heat settles in the pit of his stomach from the picture of her biting her lip and looking sexy as hell. She knew how to get to him and he loved it, but damn if she was making it hard as hell for him to keep his lie together. He definitely knew it was time to destroy that phone and wait a while before contacting her again. He needed a clear head and she was clouding it six ways to sunday. Staring at the last pic for a few minutes longer, etching it in his memory, he sends her a text and promptly breaks the phone in peices, tossing them in the wastebasket-
Msg to dame Damn, chocolate never looked so sexy. Well, that is when it's not spread all over you. twisted But that last one is definitely making things real hot and heavy here. wink Crossed borders and are now involved with hunters here. Won't speak on it anymore in hopes to closing this hunt. stressed Turning phone back off to preserve energy. Text when I can. Miss you too and you've seem to become very comfy in my mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:54 pm
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L sits there with the tests results in her hands, seething as she reads them. Son of a b***h. Her eyes narrow, Someone is playing a very dangerous game...One they will NOT win. evil
"Dartell! Get in here! NOW!" she screams sharply. One of her minion slips in. She hands him the envelope, now empty and tells him to go to the town where this was shipped from and the cemetery, "I want to know EVERYONE that went in and out of that cemetery in the past two weeks, do you hear me?! scream stressed " He nods curtly, bows slightly while taking the envelope and slips back out.
L drums her fingers on the desk again before rising to her feet, picking up the marble chip and etching and going to look out the window. She fingers the rock a few minutes, feeling the smoothness of the curve on one side, sharply offset by the roughness on the other from where it was chipped. Anger and hatred rises up in her again. Before she lets it unreign, she looks down at the etching, tracing the date.
Fuming, she sets the paper down on the desk and grabs a paperweight of the desk, hurling it across the room and embedding it in the wall, "WHO THE HELL DARES DESECRATE HER GRAVE?!!?!" scream scream mad
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:33 pm
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