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âAs if being in a town out of bloody nowhere wasnât enough but now people are forgetting who they are? Seems as though being dead might have been a better optionâ
Kaz huffed at the words. Hiding a smile, the young man nodded. âStrangely, I can relate to what you say and I completely agree.â He stated as he crossed his arms. âThis place is completely fucked up.â
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Truth be told, Kaz hadnât much evolved since he arrived here. He had no one to help him find a way to get money, and while he had the ideas, he couldnât have it all done by himself, especially not with his leg that was hurting him like hell lately. It was why Kaz had decided to restart the Dregs. He didnât have anyone he trusted here, but he could still redo everything, he knew he could. Standing in front of that building he had been eyeing, Kaz started to think how the hell was he supposed to get in it and find a place for his gang to stay. He wasnât going to keep them outside, they needed a base of operations, and he knew he could get one without paying if he was being smart enough about it. Looking around when he felt like someone was watching him, the young man frowned at the sight at the other. âWhat? What do you want?â
@graveycrdsâ (Nova Artino)
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Harriet wiggle her eyebrows at him with a playful smirk on her lips. She wiggle her eyebrows at him. âInformation? What do you think Iâm willing for giving information? What would I do with an information?â she scold at him. Unless if it was an treasure, just like a good pirate she is, she would like a treasure. If itâs not then no value to her. She wiggle her eyebrows once again. âIf involves people getting hurt or something like it then donât count me inâ she said with a shrug. She may be snappy, sarcastic and a bit egocentric, but she was not evil. Even though she was Captain Hookâs daughter, Harriet wasnât bad. âMake this city ours? Who do you think Iâm?â she asked giving him another scold. âDo you think I want this city? Oh, please. This is much better than the Isle but I donât want itâ she thought about the possibility of another one in her crew. âIâm a pirate and I donât do dealsâ.
Listening to her, Kaz felt even more interested in her. She was more interesting than he had thought a second ago, and now he was sure he needed her on his side. âYouâre a pirate. What a childish way to say a thief or a criminal.â He pointed out with a tilt of his head. âInformation can get you money when you know how to use them. And having a city at your feet, without being the ruler, even more.â With that statement, Kaz placed his hands on the table, pushing the chair back to get up. âYou seem smart. For a child. Pretty good.â He shrugged. âToo bad that I am already in the big leagues. Weâll talk once you decide you want to be more than a pathetic thief. Iâm sure I can find you a place in the Dregs.â He stated, taking out a paper where he wrote down an address, leaving it on the table. âCome by whenever you decide you want to grow up.â
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âIt depends of what you have, pretty boy. Money, food, jewelryâ Harriet told him while giving him the cards.
As he observed the girl, Kaz couldnât help a smile from forming on his lips. It finally felt like he was in control again, and this young woman was reminding him of the Dregs, and the Crow Club. How good did he have it then? âI have power and information.â He stated. Well, not yet, but he could do anything and it would get him both. âI might have a deal for us.â He stated, his gloved fingers picking up the cards. âI win, you work for me. Get us money by any means possible and weâll make this city ours. If you win, I work for you. Iâll tell you everything I learn on any persons walking down the streets. I donât usually do work for others, but I have to admit I donât have any of the other things you ask for.â
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âWanna bet your lucky, gorgeous face?â Harriet asked with an small chuckle. She nodded. âSit down while I shuffle the cardsâ.
Kaz smirked as he looked at the other. It was finally a thing he felt comfortable with. âWhat do you wanna bet?â He asked, as he sat in front of her.
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đ”đđđđđ,
They all say I can write to you, that it will get through this hell of a place, that youâll maybe, eventually, get it from wherever you are. I strongly doubt it, but I think for once it wonât be so bad to write down my thoughts.
I thought, honestly, that there would be so many things Iâd want you to know, if I had a guarantee youâll read, hear or feel it all, but the more I stare down at this page, the less I know what to write, where to start, where to continue or even where to end, and this is not how I am used to work out, at least not anymore. So I guess Iâll just go with my thoughts at the moment.
Iâm not sure if I should start with an I love you. I still do, Iâll always will. I always did. I remember everything, and itâs all so stuck in my head. I remember how safe I always felt, and how much I bloody miss you. How much I wish nothing had happened like that, how I hope you were there. Or if I should start with I hate you, because I do, now. It wouldnât be your fault, would it, however? But your voice, your voice is stuck in my head. Stating horrible things, judging me at every step, hating me for letting you down. Because you died and I didnât. Because somehow I held onto life, and somehow it broke me more than if I hadnât. Because I used you afterward, because without you we wouldnât have lost it all and I wouldnât have gotten sick, but without you I wouldnât still be alive. Because maybe, maybe I hate myself and this is my way of saying it to myself, to get it through your voice, because you always seemed to have everything right when I never did.
I donât use our name anymore. Rietveld. It had so many bad connotations to me. Your dead skin against mine, and the pain, and the hurt. Hertzoon, Rollins, Saskia, dad dying on us, you dying on me. Itâs Brekker, now. Donât ask why.
I met someone. I donât know why I even write this down. Maybe itâs just stupid. She doesnât mind me being so strange about everything. You know, I canât even touch anyone since your death. The simple contact of their skins makes me sick, panic, I canât even stay close to anyone. But she doesnât seem to mind. Sheâs nice. I imagine a part of me wishes sheâd think the same thing about me, but the other part wishes sheâd run away.
You know, Jordie, Iâm not a good person. Not anymore. Iâve lied, cheated, hurt, sin and killed so many times that I think if youâd get back to me, you wouldnât ever recognize me anymore. Iâm covered with so much blood and scars sometimes I donât see myself when I look in the mirror. I wouldnât be able to say who I am anymore. Who am I exactly?
In the end, I have an answer for you Jordie.
You said weâll see who wins in the end.
The city.
The city won, because you were a greedy asshole.
And guess what?
Iâm no better.
Your brother, Kaz.
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Harriet hold the cards in front of her face when she coul feel someone eyeing her and she look to them with an mischief smile. âDown for an card game? Even though I donât promise any gamblingâ she said chuckling while waiting for the other person to reply to her offer.
His eyes landed on the girlâs cards for a few seconds. How long had it been since Kaz hadnât touched any of those? Played his tricks and got himself to earn more than he should have, just because he was good at what he did, and no one had any idea how to stop him from winning? So when he heard her talk, a slight smirk appeared on his face. âIf there is any, I will be the one winning.â Too prideful. âDown. Shoot me.â
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  sheâs in one of those boutiques, trying to find something acceptable to wear to her fatherâs next dinner. you have to look a certain way when youâre the daughter of a very public man ; itâs rachelâs pleasure to spend his money pretending that sheâs trying to do that.  âiâm supposed to be looking for a necklace that accentuates my bust and neckline. or something like that, my mom was talking a mile a minute. but i think,â  she slips the heart shaped sunglasses on, faces her company with a smile,  âthese make me look cuter. whatâcha think? iâm flying blind here.â
Kaz had truly not expected to find a young woman that would talk to him, out of all people, about pink heart-shaped glasses. Maybe his fully black clothes werenât saying enough of a âIâm not one to like colorsâ, or maybe she just liked to ask someone who clearly didnât get it about things. âI.. Donât know, what do you call cute?â
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  âI get it, Iâm cute, Iâve got an ass that doesnât know when to quit but that doesnât mean you can keep staring.â Cheryl muttered at the stranger staring at her, sitting on the stool of the bar that she managed to subtly sneak into, thank god for never getting carded at clubs these days, all she had to do was flash a smile and wave. Sipping on the end of her straw, sitting there on her own as all her friends managed to end up with other people by the middle of the night.
âGood luck with that.â was the immediate answer Kaz gave the young woman. He had seen what was going on but had thought about not saying shit, it wasnât his problem after all, was it? However, after she spoke up, he couldnât help but talk. âHe stares at everyoneâs ass. Not just yours. Even if we told him to stop multiple times.â If it was Ketterdam, he wouldâve seen Dirtyhands a long time ago. But Kaz wasnât ready here, not in this place, to show it to the world. So, he was trying to be discrete.
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âwith who?â narrowing her eyes a little in confusion more than anything as she tilted her head slightly. she wasnât sure whether she should press when he changed what he said but she was so sick of not being told things. aria knew better than anyone that holding in information, lies, they had a nasty way of biting people in the back when they least expected it. âyou said him.â aria nodding at his words, making sure to pay attention because she didnât want a repeat of that again. âwhy donât we leave the touching to you?â it was supposed to be a kind gesture but she realised how it sounded, closing her eyes for a moment before glancing to him with a smile. âyou know what i mean.â did he? did she even really know what she meant by that? âit should be on your terms.â not that she meant touching as something else, more just in the sense of hugs or⊠she just really needed to learn when to stop talking. âin it is.â nodding. ânot that i have a problem inviting you back to mine but ââ would he actually want too?Â
There was silence. No one actually knew, and maybe it was why he was struggling so much to be himself. So, Rietveld, are you gonna tell her about me? He could always hear his voice in his head whenever he was unsure about things, like his brain was still blaming him for what had happened. Because maybe somewhere he was to blame, because he had turned just like him, and he was probably gonna die the same way. âMy brother. Maybe I will tell you about him if I find you trustworthy.â Well, telling you had a brother, thatâs more than you ever did. Shut it Jordie, he could hear his own voice in his head. âI do. That would be great, yeah. Thanks.â It was rare for Kaz Brekker to thank someone, but he felt like she actually deserved it there. She was understanding, and it was all he needed. âBut?â He asked curiously before chuckling slightly. âNo problem, we can do in.â
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he always surprised her but she wasnât sure if that was a good thing or not as she crinkled her nose at his answer. âa liability? woah, you sure know how to flatter a girl.â her tone not necessarily serious but she wasnât sure how else to react to being called that, where she was from it wasnât a good thing but what did he even mean by that? âi wonât if you donât explain it to meâŠâ aria wanted to know because if it was a problem then she didnât want to do it again, for some reason she was actually enjoying his company and didnât want to push him away. her eyes drifted to his gloved hands and it was starting to click. it instantly made her regret her reaction as she nodded slightly. âthatâs okay. you donât have too. i didnât mean to make you uncomfortableâŠâ aria brought her hands together in front of her as they walked. âto go or to stay?â
Kaz couldn't help but chuckle at her words. He wasn't trying to flatter anyone, but he had to admit it wasn't meant to be taken badly. Having her near would probably get him at a disadvantage, because he was starting to appreciate her. And crap, it was a bad idea. "I don't know if I can trust you with him." He stated. Gonna talk to her about me now, brother? He could still hear Jordie's voice in his head, and it was what made him so unsure about everything. Shut it. Shut it. Shut it. "I mean.. About that." You can't make me shut up by pretending to forget me, Kaz. Deep breath. "It's alright. As long as it isn't skin to skin it's still.. Kind of okay." He finally said, shrugging. "I don't have a house so unless you want to get me to yours.. Stay?"
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âtrust me, it was.â the fact she had stood there and defended him in front of her family, her friends, her entire world and to find out that? it had been worse than bad. âno, he wasnât but it doesnât matter⊠heâs not here and even if he was ââ she lifted her shoulders in a gesture that showed it wouldnât change anything, although admittedly there was a part of her that would always miss him. âwarning received loud and clear.â offering a brief smile at his words, she had taken notice but she was more than capable of making up her own mind about him. âi donât owe you anything, what does that make me?â she hadnât noticed particularly that heâd moved away, it was his tone that got her attention and made her realise that sheâd done something wrong. âwhat? why?â eyes narrowing as she took a step back from him herself, unsure of how to read his reaction. âitâs not like i tried to stick my tongue down your throat⊠i touched your shoulder.â figuring perhaps he thought she was making a move on him or something. âthink iâm going to need a double.âÂ
What did it make her? Damn, he hadnât thought about it, but he did for a second, and before he could hold himself back, he just answered. âA liability.â Because he was starting to appreciate her company, and he shouldnât let himself feel that way. He looked down almost immediately as he realized how cold his reaction had been and he took another step back, looking down at his hands. It was just a hand on his shoulder, not skin to skin contact. He had to breathe. âYou wouldnât get it.â He just stated, looking back up at her. âI canât with that. Contact. Just.. No.â And his gloved hands showed it quite well. He couldnât handle it at all. âLetâs go get it then.â
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âokay.â her voice slightly hesitant because she wasnât sure what he would think of her if she chose to proceed. âi dated my high school english teacher who only began dating me because he wanted to write some stupid book about one of my other friends. itâs complicated but ââ it might not have sounded that bad but it had hurt aria, it had hurt her deeply â the fact heâd used her, that the relationship she had lost so much for had been based on lies. âmaybe you should let me decide on who i want my friends to be.â aria felt like whatever bad he had, she would have experienced it in some way or another. âyou say you donât care what you do but you apologised to me⊠why would you do that if you donât care?â she wasnât trying to catch him out, she was just trying to understand what he was getting at. ânineteen? youâll be fine.â bringing her hand to rest on his shoulder but it wasnât something she thought of doing, the action had happened naturally. âand if not? then we take our gin to go. screw them.â
âThat sounds actually bad. Probably is a shitty person but I donât think he was that bad, was he?â He asked with a tilt of his head. A smile appeared on his lips at her words, and he finally nodded. âI wonât tell you who you have to befriend or not. But you canât say I didnât warn you about me though.â He shrugged slightly. âThere is a difference in not caring about bad things you do and being a decent human being. Even though I am just one to have people owe me things. Itâs always a good idea to be on someoneâs good side.â Kaz shrugged slightly again. The contact of her hand made him back away immediately, feeling how his breath stopped for a second and his heart skipped a beat. âPlease donât.. Touch me.â His voice got colder at the demand. It was only bringing back bad memories and triggering his phobia harder than just standing next to each other. âAlright we can, yeah. Sounds like a good idea.â
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âyou canât be worse than some of the guys i already know.â shrugging it off because at this point she felt like she could spot bad a million miles away and he didnât seem it. if he was then maybe that was okay too, she was hardly an angel herself. even though everyone acted like she was. âare you trying to push me away?â getting straight to the point because what else was there? âweâve all done things weâre not proud of⊠myself included. we just find a way to make it okayâŠâ somehow, even when it was anything but that. âiâll remember that.â offering him a smile when he said that he would get the severed heads himself. âwait. how old are you?â
âTry me.â Kaz said in a sigh. He didnât even have excuses to be bad most of the time. He just was. âMaybe. Maybe I feel like you deserve better friends.â He admitted. He wanted to know her, though. She was one of the few people he felt like he could talk to. âThatâs what make you okay people. I donât care about what I do. Most of the times Iâm actually proud. Thereâs a visible.. Wall people cross to be bad, no one can say they are bad people and that it happened accidentally. Either youâre okay and you made mistakes, or you hurt people and that just what you do. No in between.â He shrugged slightly. âIâm nineteen. You just confirmed I look older.â
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honestly, it didnât sound that different to rosewood minus the gangs. she didnât have much experience with those but hypocrites? well, yeah rosewood breathed them and then there were the murders. there had been far too many. âyou think you belonged in a place like that? where all those bad things happened?â she didnât know him well but she didnât think he deserved to be surrounded by that but she had been wrong before. numerous times actually. âthanks.â her voice quiet at his words. âiâm glad to know you too.â she realised that wasnât a lie either. âiâm not sure if youâll feel that way when you get to know all of me.â aria had done things. regardless of whether the things sheâd done was because she had no other choice, sheâd still done them and sheâd do them again if it meant keeping her family and friends safe. âyou keep saying that. as long as your idea of a christmas gift isnât a head in a box i think i can agree to those terms.â teasing as she nodded. âthereâs a place down the street. iâm not sure if youâre a gin guy but⊠they do other stuff there too.â it was the only place she could think of in walking distance so it would have to do. besides she liked the place, it had a rustic vibe.
âIâm not a good person. I just hope youâll never have to see it.â Kaz admitted now. He knew he was far from being a good person, he would probably never be one even. But he was willing to try. âNo one truly deserves to be near that part of me, to be honest.â Because he was a monster, but he looked so much like someone who wasnât one that it was impossible to tell. âOh no, if I need a head in a box Iâll get it for myself.â He said with a slight smile. The worst was that he was actually being honest there. Shrugging slightly, Kaz nodded finally. âIâm an everything guy. Though Iâm not sure I am of age to drink in this place. I guess I look older so it should be fine.â
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Since moving here Erin had definitely met a whole variety of people, some kinder than others. Right now the male was falling on the other end of this spectrum. âIâm not asking you to but who peed in your cheerios?â Erin asked, a frown growing on her lips. âSounds like youâre going through your own personal problems and youâre taking your frustrations out on other people.â Right now wasnât really the time for Erin to be profiling someone or irritating someone further yet Erin couldnât stop her impulsive ways sometimes.
As Kaz looked at the woman, he squinted his eyes slightly. At least she knew better than to let him have it. âIn my what?â He asked, frowning slightly. He still remembered the food from his world, but not the one from this one. Tilting his head slightly, the young man made a face. âIâm actually on my good behavior right now. But I donât have personal problems, thank you for asking.â He answered before he gave the woman a smile.Â
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âSince I canât drink or eat anything, would you mind if I brought you a drink? I am paying obviously.â
As he gave a look at the other man, Kaz shrugged slightly before he nodded. âIâd be dumb to say no to that. Hit me with anything, go on.â
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