Topic: Bruise

Rinn Tavon

Date: 2010-11-15 20:44 EST
Mottled like a wine mark or a hasty kiss left-over, was the reminder. Risen to the surface like oil on water, another scar, another bad trip down memory lane, another bruise. His face was ugly with the tension in it. He never relaxed. He parked his car, jumped over the door and headed down the street, trying to get familiar with this sh*t hole. He fixed himself a woman and a drink at the Jumping Board (good name for a dive, he thought) and headed upstairs like the rat he was, one hand wrapped around a beer the other around the blonde's ass; he only liked blonde's and he liked them better when they were a handful.

He led her into the room and watched from the corner of his crooked eye as she got undressed. She looked vaguely familiar, but his mind wasn't the best after a few too many and he was feeling weary. She had a mask on like some reject clown on a Bon Voyage from Venice. She'd heaped on some blue lipstick to match her nails. But it was her hair that stuck out. A blonde bob. Fat curls. He admired her as he shucked off his boots, took off his buckle..

"Let me.", she asked, her voice sluiced-through with morning light. I let her.

Then she pulled the knife, and it was all over. The mask came off. Her eyes shone. Her beyond redemption face shone with them. She was such a sight, such a fight. Hadn't this been the way it had been back in the day' Back when love was their calling"

"Bunny, you lousy b*tch." He slapped her sideways and hauled her by the collar, while one white-as-snow leg tried to kick the jaw. F*ckin' heels, Rinn boomed, and she was down.

Half an hour later, soaking in the tub and holding a gun at her head, tied as she was to the toilet, he dialed Emar.

"Brother.."

"What is it?"

"We're on."

Madison Rye

Date: 2010-11-17 20:08 EST
It's never what you think it will be. Heil had closed shop and only left a note, saying he was finally taking a holiday, off to see the bluest waters in any realm, to maybe lose his inhibitions, to maybe find a girl. The words stung her. Weren't they good friends" Shouldn't she get a voice, even just a call, not a damn letter" She stood face to face with the door of his office. A thankful leather band dangling from her hand. She looked at it sadly and drifted her eyes off down the hall. Men and women in trim lines and pressed silhouettes darted by. They looked at her like she was the only game crow in a field of straw men.

Madison bended down to see if the gap was wide enough for her to slide the token beneath, but it wasn't. Resigned, she stood again and headed past the unfamiliar, tight faces and into the over-bright street, a stranger in a stranger part of town, filling her eyes with windows and alleys she'd never seen, for a revisit.

Rinn appeared behind her. They'd never met face to face. But he knew who she was. Knew her by the psychic charms she wore. He breathed in hard and went for her shoulder when she spun on heel, looked him in the eye.

"You're even better in the flesh. Thanks for killing my ex-wife. I owe ya one." Matter of fact with a shine in his eye. He'd only seen her on a wanted bill the entire era long they had dealed; jobs at the line, his being Cervenka's "other half", his taking Michael in on rainy days. That was the extent of it. He had been a wire-rough in her ear on the phone. Scratches of ink on a letter. Where she'd been fervent whispers and bloodstained rumor, a few drops shy of myth.

The 'slinger rose a brow and gave him a moderate smile, nothing like the sunshine that usually flooded her face. "Can't say you do. Nothing to do with you." The cadence of her words lent themself to some slow-song, something like a red river down the ears. He shrugged. "Suit yourself, Belle. Whatcha doing around here?"

Taking a step back she glanced off, the wind kissing her face and sending her hair into a long, dark rush. She tried to place him. Where he came from. Why she hadn't felt him first. It bothered her. Whatever he wanted the wind wasn't telling. It was westling and sworn to secrets.

Sliding a hand down back pocket, Madison looked him over. "I was just about to ask you the same."