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Incomplete.

Sep 03, 2008 01:42

Who: Commodore Smoker and Giovanni.
What: REMATCH. They're both on edge and looking to end the standoff.
Where: Although it was scheduled for the residential, it'ssss actually near the docks, fufu.
When: Oh aboutttt.... five million years ago. Right after this!

( Tell me what you've come for, moving like a hunter through my back door. )

incomplete logs, op: smoker, dogs: giovanni

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brandedjustice September 3 2008, 01:46:06 UTC

It was a show down to the end; a battle of words, bullets, blood and anger. A line had been crossed somewhere in the relationship, though Smoker didn't really know whether it had been him to cross it first or Giovanni. Truth be told, he held some admiration for the freak, even if he was a psychopath. The admiration, however, did not spout by some sort of liking or any inclination towards such. It was born of hatred for the other man, hatred that broiled the Commodore's insides and turned him more sour than usual.

Regret wasn't a feeling he was used to and he hated Giovanni for making it surface in one form or another.

Rough knuckles whitened around the thick hilt of the jitte as Smoker slipped out of his office. The door hit the back wall and revealed a very sly looking Giovanni waiting just beyond it. A frown, followed by a complete and utter snarl exploded onto the Commodore's face and his teeth sunk deep into two fresh cigars ( ... )

pseudism September 3 2008, 04:42:31 UTC

So they weren't wasting any time ( ... )

brandedjustice September 3 2008, 12:22:50 UTC

Smoker couldn't feel the jitte anymore, but he could definitely hear it. It sounded like a thunder clap as it fell and the smell of copper followed its plummet. There was pain there as well, but it was not the sort of pain the Commodore was used to yet. Quite the contrary, it was the same burning pain he had only experienced three times in his life previous to this encounter and he took a moment to allow curious eyes to assess the damage. Red and torn flesh caught in his vision and he could make out bits and pieces of torn brown leather ( ... )

dgoish I'm sorry I took so long! pseudism September 4 2008, 00:22:30 UTC

What a perfect sound.

Giovanni's attention barely flinched from what remained of Smoker's body, but he heard the jitte fall - the clear, crisp sound of it slipping from Smoker's hand. It rang out and echoed between the buildings, resounded in him, and he thought, how reassuring. How comforting, and how much damn easier it was going to be to crush him when he was starting off at such a disadvantage ( ... )

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