March 3, 2006 at 4:04 pm #1836MinaLeadingParticipant
The old wood of an aged desk chair creaks as he falls into a heavy seat. It had been a long evening, and would presumably be an even longer week. Various pieces of information had been strewn on the table, and altho he felt closer to his goal than ever, he couldn't help but feel at a loss.
Lucian, either he was confidant or foolish. But nevertheless calculated. Minnow, his ruffian so it seemed, would be fine where he stood. It was smart of him to be wary and edgy. After all he did leave Ty a rather nice beauty scar to show his friends and family. One day, he would return the favor. But this Pigeon, this Jillian, he hadn't met her. He had a blank canvas infront of him. He didn't like blank canvas's … he'd have to work on filling up the space.
And what of this smoking gun, this golden pot. He couldn't help but feel as if Abraham knew more than he led on. But he was in no position to question his uncle's motives. If anyone knew about secret agenda's, it was Ty. He would trust his instinct and use both his uncle and his cousin to their bredth of their means. Besides if it weren't for the Hughes, De'Cheuse could take a stab at him anytime, from anywhere. He would need their assistance in ridding himself of that vermin before concrete plans could be settled on the homefront. Still … it did seem strange that his uncle managed to escape the scenario unscathed, and just early of the attackers unnannounced arrival. Acid weapons ? He hadn't heard of such a thing, and was slowly convincing himself that it was something of the more unexplained, than anything else. He needed that artifact. It had to shine some light on the situation. One way or another.
With a loud groan he peels off his hunting leathers and drops them next to a small down-stuffed mattress. His side was healing nicely, and despite the earlier aggrevation, would continue to do so in a timely fashion. He feared the day when his body aged and his resiliance with it. It was good to bask in the luxury of youth, but to turn a blind eye to fate always proved foolish. Especially for people in his line of work. Last night could have panned out far worse, and he would have to practice keeping himself out of situations similiar if he planned on surviving very long.
With a half glass of scotch and heavy eyelids he sinks back into his bed and begins to drift. His mind flurrying through the possible scenarios for his upcoming task;calculating and preparing even unto sleep. He really needed a hobby …
The ScoundrelMarch 3, 2006 at 5:28 pm #2403CharlizeParticipant
What trouble have you gotten into now big brother!? (Very nice)March 3, 2006 at 5:29 pm #2404LaynaParticipant
Would hunting minnows be a hobby? Poor guy. Must be tough to be a Hughes.March 3, 2006 at 8:04 pm #2405CatherineParticipant
Looking forward to seeing how all this plays out *grins*March 5, 2006 at 12:59 am #2406Jeff CrowleyParticipant
I have to say, Im looking forward to a good duel. It's the place for em you know.
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