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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 5:44:09 GMT -5
Gamma was thrown into another investigation, and he didn't have time to visit the clubs again, though he paused at the digiboard high above the city that advertised some downtown bondage night club--but the picture was what made him stop. It was the kid from the club, and the hospital.
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 7:08:06 GMT -5
The billboard showed Jiri desplayed as a martyr, his eyes blotted out like black ink spots and a vinyl corset cutting into his chest as his arms were bound behind his back.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 19:04:23 GMT -5
Gamma felt his cock twitch in response, before he tore his eyes away and went back to his duties.
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 19:15:23 GMT -5
Jiri stayed in for several nights. Instinctively knowing that what he was looking for wasn't at the club. On the fourth day, however, he finally ventured out if for nothing other than to have a decent drink.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 19:27:41 GMT -5
Gamma was knee deep in his investigation, they'd apprehended the man who'd stabbed Roux, and had him in custody--but no sooner had they'd caught him, was a murder reported on the opposite side of town.
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 19:29:19 GMT -5
The club held no interest for Jiri, all the men that approached him seemed like such amateur's after whatever-his-name. Disliking the feeling of comparing many to one, he headed home.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 19:33:03 GMT -5
Gamma sighed as he called a clean up crew to handle the scene as he gratefully, gratefully clocked out and headed home--the kid flashing across his mind.
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 19:34:15 GMT -5
Jiri was laying back on his couch in nothing but boxers, blankly watching some movie. He wondered if the guy remembered where he lived...
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -5
"Fuck it." Gamma murmured to himself as he directed the transport to the boy's house.
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 21:02:45 GMT -5
Jiri glanced towards the door at the knock. Looking over at the clock he wondered who the hell it could be. Not btohering with clothes, he answered the door in nothing but his boxers.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 21:15:38 GMT -5
Gamma looked at the boy, eyes roaming over him unabashedly. "May I come in?"
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Post by ode on Mar 14, 2011 21:22:18 GMT -5
Jiri immediately stepped to the side. "Welcome." Closing the door after him, Jiri leaned against it and waited to see what the man would do.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 14, 2011 22:05:18 GMT -5
Gamma stepped inside, looking at the boy. "How is your brother?" he asked the male, looking at him.
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Post by ode on Mar 15, 2011 4:47:19 GMT -5
"He's well enough," he pushed away from the door. "But that's not why you're really here."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 16, 2011 4:38:11 GMT -5
"No, it isn't." Gamma said, stepping fully inside.
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