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Post by LNS on Oct 9, 2006 21:52:03 GMT -5
When Fio moved her boot from his chest Logan wasted no time in sitting up. Both feet were soon planted firmly on the ground and his knees were raised as he let arms dangle over them.
Try as he might Logan couldn't help overhearing. Though he tried not to show it the look of disapproval was clearly etched upon his face. Gay? Hell no he didn't approve! But he wasn't going to say it. He knew full well that his face gave that away. What it didn't give away though was that he did feel the tiniest bit sorry that Ace was having to go through all of this. Than again he mostly blamed Ace for getting him into this same situation. So really, how much compassion could a guy show for being in a warehouse with no escape and people pointing guns at him? Right than if they had blown off Ace's precious knee Logan wouldn't have cared one rat's ass.
When Fio mentioned Ace being a friend Logan let out a snort. Not on purpose but he did and he made no attempt to hide it once he had. He and Ace friends? On what planet?
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Post by Kat on Oct 10, 2006 6:23:31 GMT -5
Though he didn't answer, Fio could see the look on Logan's face, interpreting it to mean that Logan did not approve. This pleased her. The snort, however, had her curious. She looked quickly between the two boys, finally noticing that they hadn't exactly made eye contact, nor did they seem keen on communicating at all. Were they not friends, then?
Fio moved closer to Logan, dragging the gun up his chest to his neck. "I somehow get the impression, boy, that you aren't exactly crazy about blondie, here. Am I right?" It was clear from the way she was pressing the gun into Logan tha she expected an answer. She preferred not having to beat answers out of people, but she would if she had to.
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Post by LNS on Oct 10, 2006 23:41:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, your right." Logan replied eyes focused on Fio.
They didn't exactly travel in the same circle. Hell last time he checked Ace was one of those that enjoyed trying to get his goat. Sure he should have felt sorry for him, but he didn't. Somehow it seemed like Ace was getting what was coming to him. As often as he shot off that mouth of his and went on about what he had and who he knew. Was it really any wonder? Granted this time it wasn't exactly his fault. Well in a round about way it wasn't really. If Chip had been straight with him than maybe this mess could have been avoided. Maybe. Though Logan highly doubted it. Another thought crossed his mind though and he wondered why the fucking hell his father hadn't thought to give him a warning at least. Pink eyes took on a look of a storm brewing as he thought about the man who'd gotten him into another mess he hadn't planned on. Why the hell was life taking him from one mess to another?
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Post by Kat on Oct 11, 2006 6:28:56 GMT -5
Fio smirked. "Lovely." She turned back to Ace, her hand reaching out to slide across his cheek. Though her touch was a little soft at first, she suddenly grabbed his chin and jerked his head around so he was looking at her. "Here I thought the two of you were friends, but it's become apparent that that's not the case. Why aren't you friends? I bet it's your fault, isn't it? Is Logan here not in your little precious gang at school? Or perhaps, judging from the look on his face, you're really unfriendly toward him. You know it's not very nice to be a jerk." She suddenly let go of his face and pulled her hand back, slapping it hard against his cheek. She loved the sound of a slap. So much more fulfilling than a punch, really. So much sharper.
Ace kept quiet, a little worried now. Okay, so he was a bit of a jerk toward Logan. He could admit that. But he wasn't that bad, was he? He glanced cautiosly at Logan, still feeling the sting of Fio's hand across his cheek. Did Logan hate him? If he hadn't hated him before, he certainly must hate him now for getting him involved in this mess. But it wasn't even his fault.
"However, I am upset the two of you aren't friends. I'd had a lovely game prepared for you, testing the limits of your friendship but I guess it won't work now. Maybe though, I should re-work it. Test the limits of your dislike for one another." She moved away from Ace, sitting in front of the boys and looking them bother over. She had originally been planning to ask Ace more questions about his relationship with Chip, and for every answer he refused to give, or for every answer she didn't like, she'd been going to hurt Logan. While he was nice to have, a good reminder for his father not to stray, he wasn't important to the plan. So she could have all the fun she wanted with him. But unfortunately her game wasn't one she could play anymore.
(You can bring Antonio back now:)
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Post by Cres on Oct 13, 2006 13:10:39 GMT -5
A happy whistle sounded from outside the warehouse, the door opened and Antonio walked in with a light step and a pleased expression. Rocco followed close behind - he had driven the car - and shut the door behind him after getting inside. Antonio stopped whistling and looked at Fio, a smirk on his face that expressed that everything had gone according to plan. Then he turned his eyes to the two boys, quite pleased to notice that Fio had probably been entertaining them, since at least Ace looked perhaps a little more miserable than when he had left. He wondered briefly if he had missed something he might have liked to witness, but didn't bother with it. He'd have an entire evening and a day to have his way with the boys if he wanted to torment them.
He tapped Fio on the shoulder and nodded his head to the side. He wanted to have words with her in private before talking with the boys again. Rocco and Martin would keep an eye on the boys meanwhile. Antonio walked a little ways off and looked at Fio.
"Everything's going according to plan," he told her and smirked. "The little faggot got pretty worked up, nearly shit his pants. He won't blabber, just like I thought." He glanced at Logan. "As for the other kid, Don Romano said he wants us to keep the kid wondering a while, and then make him an offer he can't refuse." His eyes glinted as he looked at Fio. "He wants the brat on our side."
[[Okay, so I don't remember... was Ace supposed to find out about Logan's connections - in other words, can Antonio and Fio talk about his parents etc in Ace's presence?]]
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Post by Kat on Nov 15, 2006 16:07:32 GMT -5
(I don't think he was supposed to, actually, because once they got rescued Ace was going to try and be nicer to Logan, but he probably wouldn't care if he found out about Logan's parents, he wouldn't feel as guilty anymore)
Fio smiled. "Excellent. I also don't think we'll have too hard a time with Logan. I was especially pleased to find out that the boys are not even friends. I get the feeling Chip's little fuck toy has a bit of a superiority complex at school, and Logan doesn't exactly belong to his gang. Not sure why they were together, though, but that's not important."
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Post by Cres on Nov 26, 2006 3:32:10 GMT -5
Antonio nodded, smirking. This sounded excellent indeed.
"Sounds good. We could play with that, I think. The blond's gonna feel all alone. We've got to keep the kids entertained until tomorrow afternoon, after all."
He turned back to look at the boys, smirking, and started walking back toward them. His other hand had found his gun again, and he was twirling it around in his other hand in a leisurely manner, as though it had been nothing but a toy. The safety was on, of course - but it still looked dangerous.
"Now, we'll play a bit, boys. I'm sure you're familiar with the old Truth or Dare." He had reached the boys now, and crouched down in front of them, his gun coming up in a twirl to rest against his other arm as he crossed his forearms on his knees. His eyes lingered on Logan for a moment before turning to Ace. "What do you think, goldilocks, up for a little game?"
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Post by Kat on Nov 26, 2006 11:52:40 GMT -5
Ace froze when Antonio made the comment. This could not turn out well for him. He didn't know what the man had in mind but he knew it would be bad. He kept his eyes on the floor, gazing at Antonio's shoes but not really looking at them. How had he gotten into this kind of situation? Why hadn't Chip told him about any of this? Warned him? And just what did Antonio want with him? What would he do to him? What did he want Chip to do? And even if Chip did whatever he was supposed to do, would Antonio even let him go?
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Post by Cres on Nov 29, 2006 15:34:57 GMT -5
Antonio didn't like the way Ace remained silent unless he was directly asked a question. It irked him to no end - which of course was by no means good from Ace's point of view. Antonio put his gun under Ace's chin again and lifted it up with the gun point, to force the blond look at him in the eyes.
"You wanna keep your pretty face? Then you play. I ask the questions. You give me the truth - or I'll let Fio come up with a dare for you. Let me tell you, she's got a good imagination, and I don't advice not complying with the dare, either." Antonio smirked meanly. "Now, first question. Something easy. D'you love old Ciro?"
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Post by Kat on Nov 29, 2006 15:39:23 GMT -5
Ace cringed when Antonio touched him with the gun, pushing back and looking up at him. He wasn't a fan of playing this game with his friends, but he had a feeling having Antonio and Fio come up with ideas would be even worse. When Antonio asked him the first question, Ace bit his lip a little, still staring into Antonio's face. There was something very intimidating about him, even if he hadn't had the gun. There was no way he could get out of playing this game with him. "I do."
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Post by Cres on Nov 29, 2006 15:47:49 GMT -5
Antonio smirked, quite pleased that the blond was obeying so quickly and without persuasion. He saw the effect he was having on Ace and it tickled him like only a good upper hand could. He could hardly wait until he'd have Chip as well. Then they'd settle a few scores.
"Good. I'll believe you. After all, who wouldn't love him?" He pulled away the gun, twirling it once around in his hand before putting it back against his arm, his eyes locked with Ace's. "Second question. You know I'm going to kill him. Do you want to stop me from doing that?"
He wanted to know just how much this kid was devoted to Chip. At best, he hoped to find out that Ace didn't love Chip enough, and at worst, he hoped to eventually shake Ace's love. But they would get to that a little later.
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Post by Kat on Nov 29, 2006 15:54:40 GMT -5
Ace didn't relax any when the gun was taken away from his face. After all, he knew Antonio wasn't going to do anything to him right now. He obviously needed him for whatever plan he had with Chip. He didn't know when that was happening, but he figured he'd have a bit more warning when it did. But for now he paused again at the question. Did he want to stop Antonio from killing Chip? Well of course he did. But what was Antonio getting at? He didn't speak this time, only nodded his head.
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Post by Cres on Nov 29, 2006 16:07:58 GMT -5
Antonio's hand moved quickly like a rattlesnake striking as he slapped Ace hard on one cheek, so that the blond's head tossed to one side.
"You better learn how to speak, boy," he said harshly. "When you answer me I don't want no nods or shakes of the head. You say 'yes sir' or 'no sir', if you don't have anything better to answer." He smirked again. "If you don't start using your tongue more, I'm afraid we might have to cut it off. You still got a knife on you, don't you Fio?"
He smirked to Fio over his shoulder.
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Post by Kat on Nov 29, 2006 16:21:29 GMT -5
Ace winced at the slap, keeping his head turned away from Antonio. This was not going well. Only to the second question and he'd already pissed him off. He didn't believe Antonio about cutting off his tongue though, that was pushing it a bit too far. But he was still just as intimidated as he would have been had he thought his tongue was in jeopardy.
Fio walked a little closer to them, hand darting down to her high boot, reaching inside the slightly loosened top and pulling out a long and very sharp knife. She balanced it on her index finger, something she liked to do in these situations, alluding to her excellent skills with the object. "Knife is right here, and it's very sharp. Sharp enough to shear those pretty blond locks off the kid's head, even."
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Post by Cres on Nov 29, 2006 16:43:07 GMT -5
Antonio grinned to Fio's hint and turned to look at Ace again.
"Want Fio to give you a haircut, Goldilocks?" He brought his gun closer this time, to run it through the blond's hair slowly. "Or something worse? No? I suggest you better start paying attention to what we're saying, then. I think you ain't hearing too well, or you're just too stupid to listen. Then again, I doubt there's much else than your good looks Ciro fell for anyway."
He pulled his gun back again, looking amused.
"Let's continue the game, eh? We're getting to the interesting part. You know, kid, I wonder why you are so devoted to a guy who neglected to mention the little detail of being in the mafia. A guy who got you kidnapped by a group of lunatics who point a gun at you and threaten you... a guy who has been lying to you throughout your acquaintance. Don't you wonder if anything he's ever told you is true?" He smirked. "Third question, what would you really be willing to do to save his life? Would you die for him? A bright promising soccer star, on his way to fame and glory, his whole life ahead of him. Would you leave it all... just for a lying son of a bitch?"
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