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Wilmond took some skotch as well and poured himself a glass, sipping it. "I'm trying my best." He grinned.

Taylore was quiet for a moment as she finished her first glass and poured another. "I've always wanted a german shepard puppy. But Lydia is allergic to dogs. My favorite movie is Titanic. My favorite animal is a tiger. My favorite color...red and white. I've killed two people before both were an accident. Im not as hardcore as everyone thinks i am. I want three kids. Two boys and a girl. I like the country area more than the city. And my mom thinks im the spawn of satan," she told a lot about herself then looked at Wilmond. Giving him a gentle smile before downing the second glass.

Wilmond looked at her.
"Well, that sudden... outburst of information sure came unexpected!" he smiled at her as he finished his glass and simply took a beer.

Taylore laughed softly and sat up, pouring half a glass this time and sipping on it. "Yea well i thought you should know some things about me," she said with a grin. "So what about you?" She asked, sitting criss cross, looking at him expectantly.

"I've been with the Winston gang for as long as I can remember. As I said, your sister remembers me of myself a few years ago." Wilmond took a large gulp from his beer.
"I can't remember anything from before I was 15 years old. I knew I had a brother. Back then, he was the strong one, and I was just a weak kid that was a little bit to big for his age. When he turned 17, he got sent out on his first mission. When he came back, he was near dead. He had been shot by another gang's member. I got to talk to him before he passed away, and I had to promise him I'd take his responsibilities. So I did. And over the years, I turned into what I am now." Wilmond reached in his pockets and took out a small chain with a silver cross attached to it, and threw it towards Taylore. "This is all I have left from him."

Taylore caught it and looked at it, handling it with care. Then she smiled and looked at Wilmond. "Oh i forgot to mention that theres this guy i really like. But im not supposed to be with him because he's from another mob," she said, hinting at who it was. It was Wilmond of course. Crawling over to him, she sat in front of him and smiled, putting the silver chain back in his hand. "But i really like him and would do anything to be with him," she said quietly with a smile. Her hand was still in his as she lightly brushed her thumb over the palm of his hand.

Wilmond smiled, put the necklace back in his pocket and then looked down at her hand brushing over his. "There's no need to worry about the gang issue. As we saw through Oliver, the Winston gang would like my head. I'm no longer one of theirs."

Taylore smiled and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Well i'll talk to my dad if you want to be in ours? You wouldnt have to worry about the Winston gang anymore," she offered quietly. Then looked down at their hands, a serious but worried look crossing her features. "The safe house wont stay secret forever if theyre looking for you...im worried about you.." She said quietly as she traced a light, random pattern on the palm of his hand with her fingertip.

Wilmond shook his head. "I can't join your father's gang just yet, I need to settle things with Lord Winston first. Otherwise I'll endanger the lives of your father's gang."

Taylore looked up at Wilmond and was silent for a minute before deciding something. "Then im going to help you. Whatever it is you decide to do about them, im going to help," she said. Then picked up her glass and downed the rest of the skotch before setting the glass back down. Crawling to Wilmond's side, she flopped down on her back and looked up at the full moon through the trees branches and leaves.

"There's not much to do. It's quite simple really." He finished his beer and put the bottle aside, leaning back against the rock behind him. "There's a tradition in the Winston gang. A tradition that allows gang members to sever themselves from their gang. For members like me to leave Lord Winston's gang." He closed his eyes.
"Ceremony of blades." He muttered.

Taylore looked up at Wilmond then repostioned her body so that her head was in his lap as he leaned back. "Whats that? It sounds dangerous," she asked but there was an excitement in her tone as she said 'dangerous'.

Wilmond smiled. "It's a one on one combat trial. The challenger versus Lord Winston himself. Combatants are to choose a blade or sword of any kind and battle eachother to the death. If the challenger wins, he can go wherever he pleases. If Lord Winston wins... Well, I guess that's obvious."

Taylore looked up at Wilmond then punched him in the stomach though it hurt her hand more then it hurt him. Shaking her hand, she cussed then ignored the thobbing pain. "Wilmond you better win is all i can say. Jesus! Punching you is like punching a rock.." She muttered the last part.

Wilmond grinned for a moment and kissed her forehead.
"Well, the risk is pretty high, but I'm the first one to make a chance against Winston." he shifted to get more comfortable. "No-one has ever been able to beat Lord Winston in the ceremony of Blades because none of the challengers had ever wielded one. Winston constantly practices in his pass-time, though few of the gang know about it. Since I saw him practice, I took up the blades myself. It's been a year now since I last held steel in my hands though, it'll be a tough challenge.

Taylore smiled when he kissed her forehead, making her forget about her throbbing hand. As she listened, her eyes filled with worry and she was silent for a moment. "Wilmond...before you do that. You can practice. I can get you a blade and you can practice. With me," she said, looking up at him.

Wilmond smiled. "Fine, but we don't have much time. I'm pretty sure Oliver acted on his own accord, but there will be more concentrated attacks following."

Taylore smiled then got up, kissing Wilmond on the lips gently. Pulling away however before he could kiss back. A small smirk playing on her lips as she stood up. "Well i can get the blades now. It should only take twenty or thirty minutes. The shop is right on the outskirts of town," she said before she started to walk away most definately getting away with toying with him.

Wilmond grabbed her arm and pulled her back, smiling. "Not so fast, we're on a date here!" he grinned." We'll practice tomorrow," he said.

Taylore squeaked in surprise when she was pulled back then smiled when he said that. Sitting in his lap, she smiled. "How right you are. It is a lovely date too," she said with a grin. She had been rather eager to see if she could hold up against Wilmond but when he said they were still on a date, she completely lost intrest in sword play.