Anna Karenin (Dec 4, 2011 11:56:57 PM)
*Her quick little mind working she listens closerly, leaning further accross the table as she concentrates on the message she's to deliver. Finally nodding, her eyes close for a second as the words are comitted to memory, and it seems that for each word she utters three are held back, the lingering air of mystery that always seemed to hover about her somehow sharper and brighter.* I have it. He'll understand what it all means?

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:02:19 AM)
“If not then you’ll be back here, sitting across from me.” He said with a smile. “New Orleans isn’t going to be too quaint for mugs like Mikhail and I, if a ‘fella’ was right, and I like to think I can judge a character and he is. Then things are going to get rather shitty. “ His features lightened as he leaned in again stuffing a smoke between his lips “Oh and before I forget, you’re right. In your line of work remarkable and memorable are banes.” Reaching out he searched for her hand whether she’d offer it or not h e wouldn’t wait. Rising he crossed around the table and whispered into her ear. “But in mine, they help just get you closer to your mark. Finish your drink then meet me outside.” With that he walked past her to the door.

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:07:39 AM)
*Her hand given to him as he reached for it he found a cool circular metal object pressed into his palm. Her head tilting to the side she listens to the whisper, a curious furrow upon her brow before she leans back and watches him walk away, barely noticing her drink as it's brought to her. Losing track of his progress as he steps outside a quick smile of thanks given to the waitress and her hand sweeps up the glass, her head dropping back as it's tilted neatly down her throat and she rises to begin weaving her way through the room to follow him outside. A hint of flush brought to her pale cheeks in thanks to the vodka she shivers for a brief second as the cool wind of the evening air rushes over her in contrast to the warmth of the pub and she glances around looking for him.*

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:10:42 AM)
With the front door of McCool’s being on the corner he was off to the left puffing away on a cigarette with his coat wrapped around his form. He gave her a glance as she walked out of the place and merely motioned his head before pushing off the building and walking down the block. Next to the bar was a small derelict building that seemed like it was to be torn down any day now. With a tug on the handle he grimaced and put a firm shoulder into the door that opened with little argument. A trail of smoke lingered in the doorway as he stepped inside.

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:12:44 AM)
*Walking behind him she steps into the derelict building, the curls bobbing around her shoulders as she reaches back on instinct to close the door behind her. Stepping close she lowers her voice to a whisper, speaking directly over his shoulder and into his ear.* Nero, why are we breaking into a run down building with likely nothing of any value at all within it?

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:18:13 AM)
He turned to face her, a smirk veiled by the deep shadow the absence of light provided. “Good question.” Was all he offered lightly to her ears before taking two steps to stand directly before her. There the faintest to his right hand as it traced up the left side of her body and stopped upon her shoulder. Gently he walked with her till the wall stopped their progress. The fingers of his left hand searched to intertwine with her right hand fingers as he leaned to kiss her lips. He pulled back a second after kissing Anna to look into her eyes. His touch was gentle enough that if she resisted he wouldn’t stop her. Without any hesitation he leaned in again to kiss her.

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:29:36 AM)
*Too suprised to do anything but stand mute and still at the first brush of lips, she inhales quickly, a little electric spark seeming to run along her skin as her eyes fell closed. Her head tilted a little back, lips slightly parted she seemed to await the second kiss, her fingers tightening around his where they were entwined as she leans forwards and for a briefest moment presses against him to feel the softness of his mouth and taste his lips. Losing herself in the moment her heart races before reality comes crashing in around her and with a little shake of her head she steps backwards and away from him.* Nero don't. You can't. You don't understand anything, or maybe you do and I don't understand anything, but either way you can't.

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:36:04 AM)
He took a small step after her. His fingers slowly dwindled to slip from hers as if they were slithering in retreat. Finally his right hand pulled away from her shoulder to allow for her own retreat. His teeth sank into his lower lip as she spoke. “It’s me. I’m sorry.” He said as his eyes then sank from hers. His right hand rubbed under his chin like a nervous twitch then rose to run through his chocolate locks as he started to the door. Wiggling his nose as he stopped and turned to face her, his right hand rose to motion faintly towards her. “oh and umm. It was a nice lift, I am truly impressed. However it’s best not to steal something that I was going to give you in the first place.” He let out a thin chuckle, he didn’t mean to offend her with it, he just found it rather comical. “I want to see if he can fence it. It’s rather old and we might need the money. Call me when he gets a price for them will ya?”

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:41:37 AM)
*She turns back to look at him, so many words that she wanted to speak, wanted him to understand as she watched him walk away. A step taken forwards and towards him she opens her mouth to start, her hand reaching out as though to touch him but the gesture falters and she turns it so it waits palm up for the coin to be deposited. Her voice sounding far away, her eyes lock upon his as she speaks.* I could sell it for you, unless it's something you particularily want him to see and contains another secret message within it. I mean I know someone that could likely sell it and I wouldn't take a cut.

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:46:25 AM)
“He’ll know where it’s from. Just make sure he gets it.” He looked at her hand a minute then lifted his eyes to hers. There it was. Something she’d never seen before. There was a mysterious mirth in Nero’s eyes that nearly gave the impression he was alive. A smirk slowly crawled across his lips as a snort punctuated the sentence he did say. “Take care of yourself Anna, and I hope you keep in touch. “ With a nod and a wink he stepped out of the doorway and into the night. As she remained in the building, it wasn’t hard to recognize the distinct ‘chink’ of a zippo trailing off into the night. And of the coin? Well she wouldn’t have to look far to find it. Slipped into a pocket on her jeans.

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:49:32 AM)
*Her eyes drifting down to her empty hand she slips her hand into the pocket of her jeans and feels the coin there. A smile coming to her lips she lets her head fall backwards to look up to the ceiling above and mutters a curse in a foreign language, waiting for the footsteps to trail away before she too left the derelict building and dissapeared off and into the night.*

Anna Karenin (Dec 5, 2011 12:49:39 AM)
(thank you for the scene!)

Nero Gaspare (Dec 5, 2011 12:52:36 AM)
(you are welcome. thank you as well. haha)

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