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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 16:39:13 GMT -5
Ramsay grabbed him by the shirt, and lifted him to his knees, "You come to court a Flint girl, you do it proper like," He said, Before headbutting Mark directly on the nose, which left it bloody.
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 17:36:38 GMT -5
In other circumstances he would have asked what the proper way was, but right now Mark was heartily sick of Flints and didn't realy care. He knew Summer was trouble, and besides, he was trying to protect his bleedng nose.
"No more. Please."
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 18:08:11 GMT -5
"Says he's learned his lesson pa," Ramsay told Tormund. Tormund grunted.
"Are you sure lad? Cause I'm not sure you get it yet."
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 18:30:58 GMT -5
"Get what?"
The words were mangled with Mark holding his nose in now-bloody fingers and looking resentfully up at them.
"Didn't do anything wrong."
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 18:35:31 GMT -5
"He doesn't get it." Ryk said, chuckling, before hitting Mark in the face.
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 18:54:10 GMT -5
Mark yelped and staggered backwards. Blood ran down his face and hands, which he raised in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
"Please. I'm sorry."
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 18:58:52 GMT -5
"Why you sorry?" Ramsay asked.
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 19:03:28 GMT -5
"The girl...no offence...."
Mark did his best to back away from Ramsay and the others.
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 19:25:37 GMT -5
"Alright, that's fair enough," Wyman said, "he's got it now. There's a good lad. Hold 'yer head back fer the blood in your nose, and come and have an ale." He gestured at Ryk, who went inside the tavern to fetch them drinks.
"You tell your momma we square, and that you done took a whooping like a man."
"Shit, that wasn't half a whooping, You remember when them Norreys set on me with an axe handle?" Alfyn asked.
"That's on account of you saying their sister had the titties of a prized hog."
"Well she did too," Alfyn protested.
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Post by Marie on May 16, 2011 4:43:00 GMT -5
Mark held his face and didn't answer. He was beginning to wish he'd never met Summe and only the pain he felt stopped him from fleeing at oncer. Realing that the blows and cries had stopped, Triston came back done the alley.
"Are you done with him now?"
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 8:30:06 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," Tormund replied, "Ryk's fetching flagons of ale, if you want? We offered the boy to stay and drink a few, but he ain't answered as yet. How bout yourself?"
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Post by Marie on May 16, 2011 9:11:13 GMT -5
"I'll stay, and so will he. I never turn down a free drink, and either does Mark."
Triston looked over at his brother, who was too busy trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose. There was a hint of pity in his gaze but less warmth than might be expected.
"Poor bastard, he muttered to Tormund. "He's always felt like he's fallen short in Mother's eyes and then he takes refuge in drink and folly. He doesn't help himself to ovecome his shortcomings, as you've seen.. Mother hoped marriage and time in the capital would steady him but I fear it's just made him worse. If he's not careful he'll end on the Wall, or worse...Ghaston Grey."
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 9:13:57 GMT -5
"There's honor to be earned on the Wall," Wyman said agreeably, "see if this don't straighten 'em out though. Some times we all need a good kick in the breeches to remind us what we supposed to be doing."
Ryk returned holding flagons in his hand, a barmaid followed behind him with more, and they quickly distributed them to each man.
"Cheers." Tormund said pleasantly enough.
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Post by Marie on May 16, 2011 13:08:20 GMT -5
"Cheers," Triston said, well content with the situation.
Mark's echo was quieter,., very subdued. He drank deep before he looked round at the assembled group.
"I always wanted to see the Wall, but not to stay there. We Dornishmen are made for the heat, and what would I do about Isolde? I know women aren't allowed to take the black."
"There's a point," Triston agreed, looking to the Northmen. "What happens to a woman if her man takes the black? Is she counted a widow?"
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 15:55:26 GMT -5
"Aye, she's as good as a widow sure." Tormund replied.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5