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Johnny was up by fifty when his cel finally buzzed in his shirt pocket. He signaled to stand as he flipped it open.
"Javier, my man... Que paso? You're way late, amigo." The voice on the other end sounded slightly strained, a bit hoarse, as he made his excuses. This was most unusual given the spaniard's usually collected demeanor.
"Fine, fine. I'll be right-," he started a bit louder, then said much softer "I'll be right down," maybe a bit conspicuously. He was getting a bad feeling about this, and figured maybe if he acted like he had something to hide someone would follow him. He didn't think anyone had time to get here before him, considering the abruptness of his change of plans, but he wasn't taking any chances. Who knew? Maybe his demise wouldn't be so private and when his friends came looking for him they'd have a place to start looking...
He stood and placed his napkin over his drink as he asked the dealer to hold his place. Hands in his pockets, he sauntered off towards that service exit, assuming a kind of nervously nonchalant gait...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:51 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:40 pm
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Flashback...:
He'd been in this town (on his days off from his studies) for fifty some years, and their superstitious nature never ceased to amaze him, especially along the docks, where he had ended up after making a gracious (if hasty) exit from the downtown scene. The Doc, Byron, and what's his name were far from his mind as he stumbled in the vague direction of home.
As he rounded a corner, he bumped square into an officer in her royal majesty's navy out on a routine patrol. The gentleman had been in mid rebuke to one of his accompanying troops when Johnny plowed into them, all four men falling to the mud. Johnny barely kept his feet, catching himself on the wall and mumbled an excuse as he attempted to saunter past (though in reality he merelycontinued to lean against the wall as he made his slow way forward, supporting himself with his face and shoulder). These men were having none of it though.
With a great amount of cussing, they pulled each other to their feet and drew their cutlasses, hurrying to surround a reluctant and groggy Kinslayer. With an effort he forced himself upright and took a deep breath... his golden eyes caught the light under his half-closed lids and when he opened them on the exhale, he was obviously ten times more coherent than a heartbeat ago.
"Gentlemen, gentle men, my most humble apologies," he began eloquently before slipping slightly as he took a cautious step onward... damn, i must have been DRUNK, he thought as he rested his hand on his sword hilt.
"Yew've got a funny accent," said the captain who, ironically, had the heaviest birmie accent imaginable."And christ do you smell awful...." The keen-eyed man stepped forward, levelling his cutlass at Johnny's chest. No, I don't like the look of you at all." He spat into the mud at Johnny's feet then, and squinted slightly, waiting for it...
"my good man, i apologized, but i am in a hurry to get home..."
As he tried to step away again, the captain flicked his blade up under his chin, effectively halting progress.
"Speak wif your high tongue if you want, but oi recognize a filthy nyew world savage when oi see one... Least on your mum's side." Seeing Johnny's eyes narrow slightly, he smiled cruelly and continued."Yeah... I see your shayme... is that it? Was your mover a stinking savage whore?"
"Sir, I recommend you put your sword UP, and let me pass," Johnny stated coldly, turning square to face the captain and his men, the man's sword resting on his right shoulder. He folded his arms and glared hate...
Presently...
As the service door swung back and forth behind him, Johnny wondered why he should remember that night so freshly...
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:36 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 2:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:01 pm
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Past rooms with tables and chairs, refrigerators, microvaves and vending machines, where off-the-clock employees sat around sharing the latest gossip, offices with unhappy desks and unhappy bosses sitting behind them grumbling into this phone or over that paper, locker room and bathrooms with people getting ready for the next shift, Johnny held his head high and walked unhurriedly. He had come to the conclusion that as long as you acted like you were doing what you were supposed to be doing, no one gave you a second glance... At the end of the hall was an elevator, next to it a slate grey door with a tiny rectangular window, the kind with mesh between the layers of glass and a crash bar for speedy exit.
He hesitated only a second, swinging the door wide (so it would close more slowly) and vaguely hoping someone was having trouble minding their own business. If this was the trap it felt like, having a third party involved, even if just as an observer, would probably work in his favor...
Yeah, it was kind of a gamble, but Johnny LIKED gambling...
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 8:09 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 6:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 2:21 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 12:52 pm
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