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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 19:05:00 GMT
Damien enjoyed poker at the Siren's Song ever since he settled down into the island city. Orange shadows filled the old, neighborhood bar, and the bartender dried glasses at his station behind the counter. The tables were round and small, surrounded by stools whose legs were not all even. Damien would sit with his hand, for the most part, pressed flat into the table. The Englishman always faced the doorway because he knew William liked to come here for a drink; Damien always had business with William, though his brother might deny their very relation. But when a familiar hourglass figure entered and looked around the room, a note in her hand which she seemed to be consulting, Damien realized he'd better make haste. Bad worm swelled in his stomach. "I'll fold, gentlemen," he muttered, sliding his cards forward and tearing himself away from what he gambled. His stool toppled as he stumbled to get away, and he swore at the scene it made, but at least he knew where the back door was. He sprinted towards it, aiming to thrust it open and make off down the alley. Meanwhile, the men he'd sat around with peaked at his cards, and one shouted after him, "Hurst, you lost your spine? You had a good hand!"@courtney |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 22:50:57 GMT
 OH SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT People always said if you wanted a job doing then you had to get it done yourself, and after her constant searching and countless investigators she had finally tracked him down. However this was no matter of the heart, no sentiment behind the action ... this was purely business and by business she meant only one thing; money. It was the only reason she'd be around this part of town, slip of paper with the address in hand, checking it over before entering just to make sure that she had got the right place.
The moment she opened the door the familiar, over powering stench of alcohol insulted her sense of smell, the blonde consulting the slip of paper one last time. Ugh, he just had to be here didn't he? Hell on earth in her opinion. A quick glance around proved to be helpful though, eyes locking on redhair the moment she saw it and her her hand curling up into a determined fist. She was going to get what she wanted, she was done with being screwed around.
Except she wasn't the only one who had made eye contact; Damien seemed to have noticed her too and looked like he was trying to make a break for it again. She'd only just found him, she wasn't going to let him go so easily. "Oh no you don't." Courtney muttered, quickly moving to get past the people to follow him out of the back entrance, not stopping till she managed to grab hold of his shoulder. "Have you lost your spine then sweetheart? Or is there some other reason you're trying to get away hmm?" CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 18:24:19 GMT
The hair on the back on Damien's neck rose on end as her fingers curled over his shoulder. Her pretty voice solicited him with questions from behind his ear, hailing a cold sweat. Distasteful memories of bitter arguments flooded over him as he turned around to meet the distinct perfume of her coat. Anxiety throbbed through the slick Rick as the mental image of her face, young fresh and scornful, was replaced with this one, worn, cold, scornful... Damien hadn't always been like this around his ex-wife. A long time ago, they got on relatively well. To say the least, they knew not to step on each other's toes, and it had begun a polite affair. But one thing led to another which lead to a divorce, and all their monsters had duked it out. "Oh god, Courtney, please, not right now..." he pleaded, tentatively attempting to take her hand off of his shoulder, almost afraid that it might bite. @courtney |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 22:10:26 GMT
OH SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT The victory left an almost bittersweet taste in her mouth.
On the one hand, she'd finally managed to track him down and she was finally going to get the money she deserved after being messed about for all this time. On the other, just seeing him again reminded her about all the bad things that had happened between them. If he'd just given her the money in the first place then they could have just moved on, this wouldn't be hanging over them! Though if she just hadn't been in it for the money then it wouldn't have started.
Courtney released her grip on his shoulder when Damien tried to move her hand, recoiling at the action. The action felt almost intimate to her and there was nothing she desired less than to be intimate with her ex husband. Almost reminded her of a time where they didn't hate each other ...
Slowly she lowered her hand to her side, almost looking regretful for what she was going ... except she really wasn't. She never really was. "Well when then?" the blonde replied, her intense blue glare never leaving the back of his head. "Because I'm not the one who ran off Damien. Where will I next find you? Paris? New York? I'm not chasing you around the bloody world and back!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 16:48:11 GMT
Damnien shoved his hands into his pockets, his brow furrowing. He was stressed. He was bothered. His game, his little red balloon, had been popped by the nail of reality.
"These sort of things are better left between our lawyers," he replied after a moment. There was an awkward distance between them divided by a river of dislike and regret. "Why bother with me?" He scoffed. "You'd have better luck if you just sent them." He wasn't going to play fair and he wasn't going to pity her. @courtney
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 21:45:35 GMT
OH SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT "What can I say, I'm clearly a personal kind of girl," Courtney replied bitterly. She just wanted this done, she was sure that he did too. Seemed to make no sense to her to keep dragging it around like unwanted baggage.
Maybe she would have done. Maybe she would have done, maybe she just wanted to find him to remind him that this wasn't done yet. "Would I though? Because you seem to be spending money on booze and cards in a shitty bar rather than sorting this out," that was her money after all. And alcohol was the last thing she wanted it to be spent on.
"I'm bothering with you because I want this done. I want us done." Then they'd never have to see each other again and she could get on with her life and Damien could go drink the rest of his money away for all she cared.
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