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-- he's a snake with blue eyes; CI: Cole
Topic Started: Feb 21 2010, 03:05 AM (88 Views)
Mr. Darcy
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Autumn 15th, 07<br>
Sunday, 11:30am
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“It’s rather obvious you’re awake, Cole.” A deep baritone voice came from the corner of the room. There was a slight pause, and then, unexpectedly: “Your leg is twitching.”
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Was that amusement clearly heard within his tone? Cole frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. The room spun, if only slightly, though he squelched the uneasiness rising within his stomach rather effectively. Aside from his aching head where, if he recalled correctly, he had been bashed, there was no sign of other damage.
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“How polite of you to comment,” came his dry retort, as he sat up on the uncomfortably hard bunk. Turning toward the window out looking the rolling seas, he stared at Royston rather dispassionately. “Drugged?”
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“I’m afraid so,” Royston’s lips twitched, into a hint of a smile.
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“The bastards.” He was angry, though he kept it out of his tone. Instead, he focused on his damaged leg, his jaw tightening at the unbearable stiffness he was currently suffering. Grunting against the pain, he pulled his leg off the bed as he positioned himself to the side. “I was a fool,” he was quick to correct as he fished his pockets, only to find them empty. “Where’s my bloody—”
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“You were, a fool, that is.” Royston casually cut him off, dimming his momentary irritation, as he set the bottle of pain killers down on the dresser beside him. “Walking right into their set up, I was rather surprised by your decision to be so blind.”
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“I suppose blind rage has the ability to mask ones sensibilities.” Sitting forward, he grabbed his bottle and popped it open, pouring out a couple of pills before taking them. Immediately, without further hesitation, he stood from the bunk and forced himself over to the nearby sofa seat and his suit jacket laying across it.
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“This recklessness will only result in your death,” Royston commented, lowly, his words causing Cole to pause as he buttoned up his jacket.
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“What are you suggesting, my dear friend?”
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He brushed his hand down his jacket, smoothing it free of wrinkles, as he watched Royston carefully. The much taller, and darker man, appeared to be in thought for a moment or two, before he finally came to a sound conclusion.
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“I do believe you are in need of a vacation.”
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Cole arched one fine brow his way, amusement clearly wiped free from his facial features. The idea did not suit him. Frowning with mild displeasure, he began tying his tie. “And that is your suggestion?” he questioned dryly.
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“Hm. More of a, say… decision?”
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“Please do be frank, if you are, in all actuality, ordering me about.” His tone had lowered, as he was no longer finding any of this humorous. Their conversation had dived down to a rather threatening level—one Cole found was grating on his nerves.
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“At this point, you are nothing more than a liability.”
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The verbal attack hurt, though he didn’t so much as blink, or pause in finishing his tie. Eyes narrowing, Cole stared off down the small room, focusing on the wall opposite them. It hurt, like a knife sawing away at his back, though maybe because he knew the words were true.
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He had become nothing more than a liability.
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Damnation!
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“The Black Jewel was… is my life, Royce.” His tone softened somewhat, and he finally brought his gaze over to his partner. “I built her, from the ground up, with my own two hands.”
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Royce’s lips twitched. “And a healthy sum of borrowed gold.” He shook his head and continued, “I will keep you updated. This cannot be handled your way, Cole. You know how Parth Gaven works. Connections. Connections, are what we need. I am far better suited for this job, than you.”
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Damnation, again, for he knew that Royston was making perfect sense. There was no further reason to argue.
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Sighing heavily, Cole flopped down into the sofa and noted the bottle of whiskey conveniently placed upon the side table. Of course Royston would prepare the room for him, even after finding him in the damned cargo hold, possibly thrown upon crates of various produce.
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“To the nearest getaway, it seems,” he toasted lightly, unable to hide the sour bitterness from his voice, as he popped the bottle open and took a swig.


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Autumn 15th, 07<br>
Sunday, 11:50am
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“Ah, yes, because it will prove quite difficult to maneuver around this islet.” Cole returned, as Royston handed him the map he had retrieved while disembarking.
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Royston arched both his brows, his gaze sweeping the area in one motion before casually correcting Cole: “Island, you mean.” He reached into his coat’s pocket to pull out a gold case.
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“Rather,” Cole motioned for him to hand him a cigar. “I was unaware such a small rock could be considered an island. I‘m fairly certain it is more befitting the term islet.”
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“How wonderful for you to know.” Royston cocked an amused smile. “I believe it is more a matter of inhabitance. Or perhaps you are merely cynical, and believe the population to be nothing more than a group of apes.”
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“You are fairly bold to assume as much.” Cole took the cigar, and lit it with his lighter, inhaling and unable to suppress a sigh of pleasure. “Though, I’m certain you have the answer.”
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Royston chuckled. “I’m afraid of the answer.”
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“As well you should be.” He started down the boardwalk, Royston easily stepping into stride beside him. Though he stopped a second later, looking thoughtful. “There’s no reason for you to go beyond this point.”
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“I suppose not. However, I was hoping for a show of thanks.” The look Cole gave him caused Royston’s smile to twitch. “Or perhaps not.” He pulled a card from his coat and handed it to him. “My address and number. Send me your information, once you are settled in.”
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Cole gazed down at the card for a second before silently slipping it into his breast pocket. Pulling the cigar from between his lips, his expression grew serious. “I’m counting on you.”
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“I won’t disappoint.”


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