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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 5, 2009 19:41:56 GMT -6
He yelled but it turned into an angry grunt. He ground his teeth as he tried to take his mind off of the insane amount of pain the vodka was causing his hand, "That fucking hurts" He said through gritted teeth.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jul 5, 2009 20:00:56 GMT -6
"Well it would hurt a lot more if your hand gets infected, shrivles, and falls off." She said putting the stopper back in the bottle, taking a drink from it before turning and walking back into the bedroom with it...
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 5, 2009 20:12:18 GMT -6
He knew she was right but stayed quiet. He was standing in his boxers and was starting to get chilly. He walked in the bedroom after her and opened the closet door just enough for him to stick his hand in and pull a hanger down. He had a habit of hanging all of his shirts, probably because his dresser drawers were filled with money and all the folders of every person he ever killed. He pulled on a black button down shirt and let it hang open, "Thanks." He said looking over at her.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jul 5, 2009 20:16:52 GMT -6
Serafina sat in the chair, drinking more of the vodka. She just glared at her captor and gave him a wave that was somewhat a salute as she drank down another gulp of the alcohal...
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 5, 2009 20:34:32 GMT -6
"Well I guess thats one way to keep you quiet. " He said as he moved back into the living room. He first stopped at the kitchen and took an ice tray out of the freezer before plopping down on the couch with the ice on his lap and the back of his hand overing the tray.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jul 5, 2009 20:56:01 GMT -6
Serafina drank until dark at which point she passed out, slouching in the chair, the bottle clutched to her chest, her head kinked to the side in an uncomfortable possition...
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Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 5, 2009 21:02:00 GMT -6
Letterman ended and Jack was getting tired, he looked over to Serafina who was uncomfortably passed out. The ice tray had now melted and he put it down on the coffee table as he wiped his hand off on his pants. He got up and stretched and rolled his neck. As much as he didn't care where she slept, he still felt bad for her. He moved over to the chair and looked down at her. He sighed deeply before leaning over and picking her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, hoping not to disturb her- why? He had no idea. He covered her with a sheet and then went back in the living room a bit disappointed in himself, "The couch it is I guess." He muttered under his breath as he plopped down.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jul 5, 2009 21:31:56 GMT -6
The next morning, Serafina woke with a headache and she sat up to look around he realize she hadnt just been having a nightmare. She truely was still in captivity. Getting off the bed, she went into the bathroom to use it before she came back out and noticed her capter asleep on the couch.
Walking over to him, she prodded him, "Hey!"
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Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 5, 2009 21:43:16 GMT -6
He grunted and turned on his side not thinking much about the voice that had woken him. He opened one eye and came face to face with her legs. He rolled over on his back cringing a bit from the pain in his back and neck. "What time is it?" He grunted as he looked up at her.
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Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 5, 2009 21:53:19 GMT -6
Serafina crossed her arms and cocked a hip. "I need to take a shower and your shampoo is shit. I want you to get me something better, and I want a change of clothes."
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Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 5, 2009 22:03:17 GMT -6
"This aint the ritz lady, you take what you get and shut the hell up." He said as he sat up and rubbed his face in his hands. His bad hand was stiff and throbbing with pain. He stood up and stretched, almost loosing his footing. He walked into the bedroom and pulled a pair of sweats and a plain black t shirt out of his drawer and brought it back to her, tossing it to her. He grumbled as he padded across the room to the small kitchen and looked to see he only had a few yogurts left. He picked one up and opened it, grabbing himself a spoon.
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Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 5, 2009 22:11:07 GMT -6
Serafina scowled and when he talked into the other room she sat on the couch. As he presented her with the clothing she hesitated before taking it. She wanted clean undergarments too but she expected he wouldn’t have those for her…
She sighed and watched him go to the fridge, getting out more yogurt and she felt her stomach rumble and she put her hand over it with a frown. She thought about her children and hoped they were eating well, and then she had to keep herself from crying again.
She hadn’t realized she was staring longingly as he ate…
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Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 5, 2009 22:13:57 GMT -6
"Go clean yourself up," He said clearing his throat when he looked over at her, "Theres different shampoo and soap under the sink if you need." He told her as he ignored her again and turned on the tv from the bar stool he was sitting on and continued to eat his yogurt.
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Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 5, 2009 22:17:49 GMT -6
Serafina left and went back into the bathroom. Some time later she came out dressed in the sweats and shirt, wringing her wet hair in a towel. She rewore her bra but didnt wear her panties again. She'd rather die than wear the same undergarments two days in a row. It was disgusting.
She felt her stomch grumble again and she realized she'd have to ask.
"I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat please." She asked very politely, sitting down on the couch...
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Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 5, 2009 22:34:50 GMT -6
He had been watching a soccer game on t.v and waited till it reached a commercial to get up and walk into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took out any food that was breakfast like, eggs, sausage, and toast. He pulled a frying pan from the cabinet out and two others fell out. One landed on his foot and he mumbled a string of curses under his breath. He shoved the others in and put the frying pan on the stove, and turned on the the gas waiting for the flame to start to heat the pan up. He put a bit of oil in it and broke open a couple of eggs. "Theres new coffee in the pot if you drink it." He told her as he took out a spatula from a drawer nearby and put some toast in the toaster. He felt bad about not having fed her sooner, he kept trying to convince himself that she was only a mark for him. He wasn't really this bad of a guy, things had just been getting worse for him lately and he couldn't put up with peoples shit. Work was Work and thats how he wanted to keep it.
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