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Post by Joker on Jan 19, 2011 16:04:26 GMT 2
"You got me dead to rights there. We all have to face up to our actions eventually, but if shit hits the fan I'd rather not have to be aiming at a friend." He shifted his head to the side to look at her. "What if Carter wanted to be in the room during that? We wouldn't be having this conversation right now...I'd be trying to find strength to talk to a god I don't believe in." He looked back at the TV and closed his eyes.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 19, 2011 17:45:12 GMT 2
Faye let out a chuckle nodding her head, "Gues i have to thankyou for that" She stated, with a breath she shifted around the couch and settled down next t him, but her side was pressed in the opposite arm, far enough away from him, eventhough she was talking to him, she was scared stiff of him.
With a breath she looked over at him, but had no idea what to say or do, slowly she draw her legs up to her chest.
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Post by Joker on Jan 19, 2011 18:43:57 GMT 2
"I'd tell you to get some rest but you will probably have nightmares for a while..." His voice was hollow, apparently what he had done was beginning to sink in. A nerve had snapped in him oce he had admitted he had friends. The cold facade and lies he had told himself were ripped down by his own honesty but instead of breaking down hself he just decided it was better to switch off.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 19, 2011 21:33:39 GMT 2
Faye nodded her head, "Yea, your right there" She draw her lower lip between her teeth, "Funny enough that its now what you did that i see" She looked over at him, her gaze not fully meeting his form, "But Tristan, Nate" She shook her head and let out a sigh.
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Post by Joker on Jan 19, 2011 22:13:09 GMT 2
"Tell me they never put you through something that bad." Anger tinged his voice slightly as he clenched his fingers together a sick cracking noice emitting from them. He couldn't handle the thought of somone being that sick and twisted without a reason, he knew there were but he couldn't handle it.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 19, 2011 22:16:51 GMT 2
Faye licked her lips, shifting on the sofa ever so slightly, it didnt even begin to shock her how easily she had shifted back into old habbits, dropping her gaze she slowly shook her head. "Sometimes i wish they did" She muttered, "The mental torture was the worse" She muttered, the physical she could deal with, just.
Letting out a breath she lent forward so her head could rest agaisnt her knees, she couldnt beleive she was talking abotu her past, with the guy who had 'tortured her' and brought it all back.
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Post by Joker on Jan 20, 2011 10:28:36 GMT 2
Walter muttered to himself. "Shoulda taken more time with that fuck..." He sneered and closed his eyes imagining the pain he could have put the man through instead of killing him swiftly. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that the two o them wernt that different now. "I'm sorry Faye..."
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 10:48:24 GMT 2
Faye wanted to tell the man at her side, the man she had become close to and almost classed as a brother that things were fine, nothing would change, yet there was a part of her that enjoyed the fact he was in pain and suffering, and she hated that about herself. Sighing she slowly shook her head and draw her lower lip between her teeth.
"Sorry doesnt change the past Walter and it doesnt change the future"
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Post by Joker on Jan 20, 2011 11:32:40 GMT 2
"No you are right it doesn't." He looked at his hands for a moment and took a deep breath. "I should probably finish some things up..." He rose up slowly, "I'll check on you every night and keep you updated." He turned without waiting for a response and opened the door up. Carefully he eyed the street and shut the safety door behind him with a click as the one way lock did it's job. As he got into his truck he was finally able to let the hollow facade shatter. He took the truck down the road a ways and pulled off into a dark alley, he let out a roar after another bestial roar in the car allowing himself to vent the built up rage without hurting himself or anyone else this time. He clenched the steering wheel as hard as he could and yelled. After an hour of yelling he was exhausted, tomorrow he would wake up late and change the tires on the truck and dispose of the remaining evidence then call Brian up, they needed to talk.
The next day:
Walter knocked four times on the door before opening it, the sun had just set and he held Chinese food in his arms, a bag with a two liter of coke hung from his mouth as he nudged through the door. Slowly he pushed the door closed behind him and with a small limp made his way to the kitchenette.
He put the stuff down and looked at Faye. It was plain to see he was bruised up and welt on his head was the shape of a dime. "Food?" He managed a half smile like a dog offering a toy after being rebuked.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 11:56:14 GMT 2
Faye sighed as she watched him leave, there was nothing to say, a coldness, a wall that was now stood errect between them. Once she had loved his company, enjoyed it as much as she had Leon's but now she couldnt wait for him to leave, couldnt wiat to be rid of his company, and she wasnt looking forward to him visiting, nor was she looking forward to being trapped here, in this place.
Slowly she stood herself and moved from room to room, checking each lock, each bar on the windows, she wasnt sure if she was indeed checking to make sure she was locked in, and couldnt get out, or if she was safe, that no one could get to her.
With a sigh she slolwy returned to the living room, her gaze moving over to the bedroom she didnt even contenplate going in there, knowing that closing her eyes would just bring back memories she really didnt want to relive. Shaking her head she curled herself onto the sofa, her head resting agaisnt the arm, and her dark eyes locked upon the TV. ALl she wanted to do was go home, feel Jack's arms around her and know everything was okay, and part of her wanted to know what the hell was going of and why someone was using her agaisnt Jack.
She awoke with a start, sweat matting her forehead and drenched her body, her hands shaking as she slolwy pushed herself up from the sofa, she hadnt remembered falling asleep, but the images still bouncing around behind her lids made bile rise in her throat, quickly she made it to the bathroom and emptied her already empty stomach, her eyes stung and her throat burned, from the acid.
Slowly she moved back to the living room, and sat staring at the now blank TV screen, it took her hours to even staid to go and take a shower, and it did nothing to rid her of the nightmare, the feel of hands agaisnt her skin, and pain, tremendous pain.
When she was done she left her hair wet, and found an overly large shirt that reminded her of Jack and allowed it to drape her small frame, the door opened and she felt her heart beating rappidly beneath her chest when her gaze finally locked upon Walter.
His brusied and obviously battered form made her smile in wardly she chuckled as she stepped away from him, "IM not hungry" She muttered, dropping herself back down on the sofa.
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Post by Joker on Jan 20, 2011 12:18:44 GMT 2
"Eh, peace offering then? It at least smells good." He said softly, his body was exhausted. She hadn't slept too well if at all he noticed from her look and the way she moved. It was a personal choice to come here daily, he knew that this would be his personal torture and reminder of what he did and why. He pulled a couple bowls out and shoveled rice, chicken, and veggies into them. Regardless of her statement he wanted to make sure the food was open in case she changed her mind. Slowly he humped his way into the living room and placed them on the table. He chewed his food silently and watched Faye. "Please eat? Just a little?" His voice was pure concern.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 12:26:43 GMT 2
Faye turned her cold eyes onto Joker, with a raised brow, "Who the hell beat the crap out of you" SHe questioned, her legs drawn to her chest once more, she followed him as he walked ovoer towards her, the food in his hand, before being placed in front of her.
It did nothing but make her feel sick, sicker then she already was, with a sigh she leant forward, picking up the warm bowl, she did nothing more then stab at the food for a couple of minuets before shooving it back onto the table in front of her.
Sighing she stood from the couch and headed towards the kitchen pouring herself some water.
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Post by Joker on Jan 20, 2011 18:46:24 GMT 2
Walter laughs loudly, "Beleive it or not, Brian has one hell of a mean right hook, and learns fast." He pulls a phone out and dials Brian's cell. He holds the phone up, "Press send, phones locked to only call Brian now so. Feel free to chat a bit. I told him everything."
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 22:29:48 GMT 2
Brian, she chuckled, oh she could imagine, her brow furrowed as she looked down at the phone in his hand, before slolwy taking it away from him, her eyes were clouded with confusion.
"You said they couldnt know" She muttered shaking her head, "that they had to believe, why tell Brian, he's just gonna tell Jack" She licked her lips her finger hovering over the send button, if she talked to Brian he could put her onto Jack.
She shook her head and stood from the couch, she didnt care, if it meant talking to someone who she was safe with, who she cared for and possibly Jack, she didnt actually care what he had saiid to her earlier, he was giving her a life line, she wasnt going to turn it down.
Quickly she moved to the bedroom and shoot the door behind her, slowly sliding down the door, she licked her lips before pressing send. She had never been so releived to hear Brian's voice as she was in the moment he answered the phone, she had to fight back tears. "Brian" But she knew with that one slip of his name, how broken her voice was.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 20, 2011 23:10:06 GMT 2
Brian was driving in his car the moment the phone rang. When he heard her voice the small device almost dropped out of his hands. Unaware of the traffic behind him he simply pulled over and shut off the engine. "Faye, Faye? Are you okay?" Even though she wasn't Mia her cracking voice wrenched his heart. "Where are you? Did he harm you?" Brian wanted to ask her a million question , most of all where she was but he forced himself to actually listen to her.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 23:18:28 GMT 2
The desperation she heard in his voice made her crack and the first couple of tears fell to her face it tok her a moment to compose herself and when she did she ran a shaky hand through her hair.
"I dont know" She licked her lips, "He wont tell" She muttered, her fingers balled into a fist agaisnt her knees, chocking back another sob, she swallowed.
"I just wanna come home"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 20, 2011 23:25:08 GMT 2
Hastily he replied. "Walter told me you're safe, are you safe? Did he hurt you?" Of course she wanted to come home. "I want you to come home as well and so does Jack. He misses you like hell..." He had to stop himself to not make things worse for her. "Walter said that he needed to keep you there, he wouldn't tell me where 'there' is. Can you see any familiar things out of the window?"
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 20, 2011 23:32:43 GMT 2
Faye closed her eyes and bit the inside of her lips and shook her head "You mean apart from mentally" At the sound of Jack's name she silently sobbed again, trembling she listened to his words, slowly shaking her head.
"Yea he keeps telling me that to" Heaving in a breath she tried to calm her breathing, "You mean apart from bars, no, just a lot of houses" She muttered, she could be anywhere, nothing familair stood out to her.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 20, 2011 23:42:21 GMT 2
"Hey, shh. It's going to be okay." The cop tried to calm her down despite better judgement. "If he wanted to harm you he wouldn have already done it. We're going to come and get you." "Look outside...which direction are you looking? Do you see the sun? Can you hear the ocean or the highway?" It was like trying to find a needle in a pile of hay. "Faye, please, I have a question: Have you seen or heard anything of Mia?" Now it was Brian who sounded desperate.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jan 21, 2011 14:13:17 GMT 2
Faye slowly stood up from the floor and despite her wobbly legs she moved over to the windows, with a sigh she shook her head, "Cars, but there far away" She muttered, she turned adn once more slid down to the floor.
Brian's words made her brow furrow and her breath hitch, "No, nothing" She shook her head, "Brian whats happened" She questioned, her own worry for herself gone for the moment,"Bri, he said something, that Jack did something" She couldnt believe he would, but she couldnt shake the words.
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