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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 18, 2008 19:56:02 GMT -5
Nobody thought the Hawk had a chance at anything in life with just a grade 9 education under his belt and no real skills at anything but being his old crazy self. Frankie first got a deadend job and thought that himself for a few years until recently when his old friend unexpectedly gave him a sponcership. She seemed impressed when he took her on a tour of how he lived in poor coniditons to work a shitty bar as a bouncer at some dumb club. He didn't expect her to be impressed by the fact he was still keeping fit and was still his old crazy self and as a result he got a lot of sponcership money from a great friend.
One thing he managed to get with that money is an apartment, he promised only to use the money he needed to survive, eventhough he was allowed more from her, and he stayed his honest way, living in only a small one bedroom and still sometimes even working that bouncer job to gain a bit of money for himself. Most of what he spent on her was on boxing equipment. The thing is he was barley there to enjoy it now since he was always away playing matches in places like Vegas.
Being back this time for once with a small leg injury now allowing him to move far for a few days he sat down in his comfterable chari expecting no surpizes in the end, his leg in a bucket of hot water and his hand on the remote, watching cheap Oprah.
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 18, 2008 20:10:30 GMT -5
Hannah had decided to visit Frankie as she hadnt talked to him since the day he had asked her to sponscer him which she quickly agreeded to. No one really knew about the close bond that Frankie and Hannah shared. Today Hannah was not here on business, but for personal reasons, and hoped Frankie felt the same and didnt think she was mental. Today she was wearing a purple buttonup dress, white leggings with lace at the bottom and purple heels. Her hair was down as softly curled. She parked her car, found Frankies appartment and knocked on the door.
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 1:59:09 GMT -5
Getting nice and comfterable in his chair and just as Oprah got interesting he heard the knock at the door and dropped his head back to moan a little. Then a thought came to mind. Who could that be? He didn't owe anybody any money, he told no friends or family he was back in town, and he told his manager to leave him the fuck alone. "One second!"
After yelling that he dipped his leg out of the bucket and stumbled on one leg to the front, feeling his other leg pinch when he jumped but going with it anyway. He was wearing just a robe at the time. Checking to see who it is through the peephole he quickly opened it when he saw whos face it was there. Hopefully she wasn't here to bitch about the room service bills.
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 17:58:29 GMT -5
Hannah smiled as he opened the door. "Christ Frankie, with all of the noise you were just making, I would have thought a hurricane was whipping through here" She let herself in and smirked softly when she noticed he was just wearing a robe. "Frankie, dear, you need to stop getting hurt that leg doesnt look too good, have you seen a doctor?" The last thing he needed was a bum leg. "So I came here to talk about us, you see the current situation doesnt seem to be working all to well" she smirked. He would most likely think she was here to talk about his boxing, but she wasnt
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 18:07:15 GMT -5
"I saw a chiropractor almost after it happend, I just tore a ligament in the leg, it should to up to speed in a few weeks. I have to take the time off by his orders." He could barley walk right now anyway so it didn't make to much of a difference if he could fight or not anyway, even a dope like him could catch onto that.
Then as soon as he heard that his spirts suddenly dumped as he hung his head a little to think, "Oh, alright." Then after a few seconds he raised his head again. "Well I guess I could always get my job back as the bouncer there." He was planning on remembering the good times of the past. He'd go job searching soon, when his leg was a bit better. He wasn't going to ask why, it could be personal finantial issues with the company, it could be this injury or unhappy preformance with him, eventhough he was doing well.
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 18:11:07 GMT -5
Hannah took a seat on the couch and gestered for him to sit next to her. "Accually Frankie, im not talking about the work situation, you have been great publicity recently expecially for the younger crowd. I accually would love to have you do a couple signings at some of the hotels soon." She looked around the room and then back to him before smiling softly. "No the situation im talking about is us being just friends" Hannah never really loved Bruce and she had always had her suspisions that he married her for her money. No her heart had always belonged to Frankie
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 18:18:54 GMT -5
As he got that terrible news he opened a bottle of whiskey he had kept in the freezer and was pooring himself a large glass of it. As she then corrected him though he sighed. "Ah, thank God." He then took another glass and poored half of it into that and handed it to Hannah. Instead of a depression drink this now became a drink for celebration, to celebrate the fact he kept going. After handing her the drink, he choice to drink it or not, he took his as cold straight chugged it. It was cold so didn't take as much of a taste.
Thinking the situation wasn't as serious she was suddenly talking about being just friends. "So what do you mean by that? We can no longer no each other past a corperate level or can we not see each other anymore? The mayor jelious? Haha." He always read the paper about he politics of the mayor and knew drama existed in his life the paper loved to exploit as well but he never paid attention to that.
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 18:25:07 GMT -5
Hannah smiled and drank the Whiskey down quickly before setting the glass back down on the table. She moved closer to Frankie then looked up at him. "Well accually ive been contemplating leaving dear old Mr. Dickinson for quite some time now, I'm just really unhappy." She knew that Frankie wasnt quite getting what she was saying to him. "What im trying to say is that I love you and have for quite some time now" Her and Frankie were together in high school and after but fell apart when her parents died. She just hoped he still felt the same
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 18:28:43 GMT -5
As soon as she dumped those words that right on him he proceded to pour another glass for the each of them, think time with even a bit more, expecially on his end. After then taking in that he raised an eyebrow. "In highschool I was always the sparatic random one and now your dumping this? Weren't those feelings high school? I'm not turning you down or anything Hannah but think about this for a second." Perhaps he should for a second and shut his trap.
"What are you gonna do about it anyway?" Whatever choice he made he would go with but knew that whatever this turned out to be it probibly wasn't going to be to good, expecially if he was involved.
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 18:34:44 GMT -5
Hannah sighed and drank the Whiskey down quickly yet again. 'Frankie, I dont want to upset you but" Before he could say anything, she leaned in and kissed him passionatly on the lips, her right hand resting on the back of his neck, and her left on his cheek. She pulled away and looked at him, hoping to get some kind of positive reaction out of him, hoping he felt the same way she did
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 18:38:32 GMT -5
When she kissed him he could smell the whiskey breath mixed with her french purfume, with a bit of garlic bread, probibly what she had for lunch, still it was memrable and his eyes were wide opened when it happend, looking at her a little speechless as she asked that question, his eyebrows perked up and his eyes wide. "Ok, I get the point." Stepping closer to her he kissed her while holding her. "But... why the sudden jump? I don't get it."
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 18:57:27 GMT -5
Hannah leaned into him and smiled. It felt so right. Bruce was never like this. It was like sex sex sex nothing inbetween. "Not so much a jump but I feel like us, being in the same place at the same time, it wasnt coincidence it was fate. When you walked into my office I couldnt help but let those old feelings rush back" She nuzzled his neck softly then looked at him. "you were always on the back of my mind since the day I left." She hoped that he wouldnt freak when she told him the rest
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 19:04:58 GMT -5
He actually tracked her down which was the reason he found her, fate had very little to do with it, but those were details Frankie didn't need to go over with her at this moment. He would just agree to go with it. Besides the past few years of Frankies exciting life had been boring and typical, the last thing you'd expect from a guy like him. Besides he was glad to finally be back with her, as soon as she came back into his life everything was better... everything.
Just as he went to kiss her again he twisted his leg oddly, and fell on the ground suddenly swearing. Getting up again with a bit of a hobble he smiled, a little embaressed by what happen. "Do you wanna... go sit on the couch with me?"
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Post by Hannah Dickinson on Jan 19, 2008 19:09:54 GMT -5
Hannah grimaced as he fell. She wasnt one for pain expecially when Frankie was, but with him being a professional boxer, it was something she was going to haev to get used to. She followed him to the couch and sat down next to him, looking to make sure he was okay. Hannah sighed softly then pulled a small photo album out of her purse. "Okay I need you to promise me that you arent going to get upset with what im about to tell you and I hope it doesnt change anything because I really do love you" She kissed his cheek and waited for him to respond
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Post by Frankie Hawkins on Jan 19, 2008 19:15:08 GMT -5
"Ok well... I'm not mad. A little shocked but not mad." As could be seen by his still wide eyes, trying to get over the full situation. His sponcer old multi military polition high school ex just came to his door kissing him and wanting him to take her back. That wasn't something anybody, even him, would just accept and go with in the first few seconds of it happening. "But in terms of changing everything I donno, I guess it changes a lot and there's not a whole lot you can do about it.. unless you go back now. It's now or never." He looked her in the eyes when he seriously said that. "We're not going to live forever."
Sighing he went on. "What are you gonna do about the mayor dude? Or should I just not give a shit?" If he wasn't suppose to be prying into areas he shouldn't be he'd drop it here.
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