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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:29 pm
*Luke smirks back at her. He puts up his arms and rests his hands behind his head.* Oh, what? You can't see it?
*smirk grows into an almost grin* Where else will they pay me a 6-figure salary to be right all the time?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:33 pm
::Sato smirks again::
I can see you becoming a self righteous jackass who gets filthy rich defending murderers and rapists, yes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:38 pm
*repeats, swearing he heard her wrong* ...Defending?
*His hands drop down.* Are you serious? You really think that's what I want to do with my life?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:39 pm
::Sato stretches out her arms again::
Nope.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:41 pm
*Luke shakes his head at her. Everyone's a wiseass. Luke nods and sends it right back.* So are you ever not a b***h? I mean, do you have off hours...? Is there a schedule I can see?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:46 pm
::Sato shrugged::
Once, when I was eight....
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:48 pm
Luana struggled against the strange gooey substance on her arms, muttering to herself.
"I can't believe this. This is-
**Enter Luana**
"-absolutely rid- oh!" No longer having her wall to lean on, she fell to her side. Something in her utility belt dug painfully into her side.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:55 pm
*Luke watches Luana crash down and he gets up from his seat. He goes over to where she fell.* Whoa... *He helps her up.* Careful, crash ... *As he does this, he notices a sticky substance on Luana.* What the hell is that?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:57 pm
::Sato slides out of her seat and walks over. The kid seemed fine. She smiled at Luke's reaction::
Damn, Luke. I would have thought you were pretty used to the feeling of sticky stuff all over your hands.
::She turns to Lu::
You're okay, kid?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:02 pm
"Just peachy," she answered Sato. "It's glue. This moron uses a giant glue gun as a weapon, and if I hand't been wearing my gloves my hands would be covered in blisters." She sighed. "Can you help get this stuff off?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:09 pm
::Sato shakes her head::
Yeah... lemme think....... Well, I have an idea....
::Sato pulls out a couple packets of soap from her ration pocket::
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:11 pm
*As Sato says that, Luke says to her.* I dunno. Looks like you handle this s**t way more than I do.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:13 pm
Luana's eyes looked back and forth between the two of them from behind her mask. She opened her mought to ask what it was they were talking about, but closed it again. Somehow she doubted it was a conversation about glue.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:16 pm
::Sato dug out a few more packets::
Is that an offer, Luke?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:25 pm
*Luke smiles and lets off a huff of a laugh. He sees the look on Luana's face and says to Sato.* You take it any way you want, babe.
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