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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:59 pm
 I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." ((Are you going to write 'Juliana' like that all the time? =o))
Juliana listened with only half an ear. She just really wanted to get the written portion over and done with.
When they were allowed to start, Juliana began, missing only a few of the harder ones on purpose but making sure to get the others correct.
Her final score: 94. She had no doubt.
Then, she listened around, closing her eyes, waiting.
She allowed a few others to go up before glancing around uncertainly and getting up, walking to the front to turn the test in before sitting back down, letting out a 'sigh' of relief.
When was this ******** trial going to end...? "Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:08 pm
((maybe, because it isn't her real name, though sometimes I may not :3 ))
The officer graded the quizzes, then called everyone up individually.
Eventually he called Juliana up for her quiz.
She would receive a...
...92.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:32 pm
I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." ((xD You couldn't resist, could you?))
Juliana blinked, staring at her score. A ninety-two? What? Had she calculated wrong? What the hell?
She read through the entire test again, then spotted her problem. Ah, there it was. One question was worth four points instead of two. She had missed that. Dammit.
Oh well, it wasn't that big of a mistake. She could live with it.
Besides, it made her test more genuine.
But if she had purposely missed one more question...
She didn't want to think about it.
Instead, she waited for Arthur to speak to her, giving him the test to look over. "Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:35 pm
(( wink ))
Arthur greeted 'Juliana' when she came back out. "How did it go?" he asked, then looked at her quiz. He nodded with satisfaction. "Good job" he said.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:55 pm
I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." Juliana smiled.
"Thank you," she replied cheerfully, though she was inwardly raging at herself. "Anything left?""Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:28 pm
"A couple things" Arthur said and took 'Juliana' around to all the other things she had to do.
((g2g. Getting up earlier tomorrow))
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:50 pm
((Mmhm. So, Prince, you wanna give me a clue to how to respond to that ONE-LINER? -.-))
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:59 am
Transporter was pleased with the events of the day so far. There was a bank account at Amalagated Bank of Brooklyn with $250k in it, transferred from one of his slush fund accounts back in Chicago, under the name Bo Darville, and he was approved for anything under $3 mil. He promptly had put that credit line to good use over at the Coldwell Banker realty office. He purchased an empty warehouse at 43rd Street and 1st Avenue in Bush Terminal for just under $250k.
He placed a couple calls to business suppliers, ordering in a twin-post 10,000 pound Rotary automotive service lift, top-line Coats tire machine and tire balancer, 55 gallon drums of synthetic engine oil and transmission fluid, a rack of Bridgestone Potenza performance tires, and some spare aluminum wheels. He couldn't get two sets of Ford original equipment 7-spoke wheels like he ran on the car, so he compromised with a set of those and a set of 5-spoke aluminum wheels that were original equipment for a Chevy Prism, but fit the Tracer wagon without problems.
With all the orders placed, Transporter had nothing to do but wait, and to place one last call. He called one of his underworld contacts here in New York, and asked him to set up a meeting for him with Don Forelli for tomorrow, at the Don's convenience.
((okay Prince, my background stuff is done. Time to dive in.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:20 pm
((*sigh* fine. here))
Arthur had taken 'Juliana' around to the other places and was quite impressed by her performance. "Alright. I'll have to evaluate how you did once we get back to the police station" he said while leading her back to the police SUV.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:36 pm
I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." Juliana smiled, happy to be done with it but excited to hear how she was weighed overall. She had never taken an official skills-test before. The only thing she - as Sami - knew was Felipe's strict expectations and his no-fail-no-weakness policy.
It was harsh, rough, gruesome, and sometimes merciless, but it had shaped her into absolute perfection, scars albeit ignored.
So, despite all the negatives, she was grateful to him.
"All right," she replied cheerfully. "Should be fun.""Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:47 pm
((waiting on a time to meet with Don Forelli.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:49 pm
Giovanni had given the time to meet him as early tomorrow afternoon in one of the mafia owned warehouses at the dockyards. One that most people assumed was abandoned. 'Transporter' was given the directions to the specific one.
The police SUV arrived at the police station and Arthur led Sami in and had her sit and wait as he went to evaluate her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:34 pm
I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." Juliana rolled her eyes as she waited for the results, knowing that she would probably be accepted but trying not to be so overconfident.
Overconfidence led to death. Who was it that had said that to her?
She pondered it. Felipe immediately came to her mind, but ah - it wasn't his voice she heard it in. So whose?
Then she realized it, and smiled softly. Oh, yes. Her father. Of course - why wouldn't it be?
Then she wondered if he had heard it from Felipe.
Hmm..."Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:50 pm
After a few minutes, Arthur came out and called 'Juliana' into his office. He had her sit down in front of his desk as he sat down in his chair. He looked at the girl while holding a piece of paper in his hands. It was held so that Sami/Juliana couldn't see what was on it. He looked at 'Juliana' silently for a brief moment with a serious expression on his face. "So I was going over your results..." he started, then paused for a brief moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:03 pm
I just need a little guidance...
ŊŐW ŞĦŎW ΜĖ ŶŌŲŔ FĄŊĠŚ.Đóŋ'ţ βĕ Šćąřēđ..I've done this before.Ĝōţ Ŋŏ Đıŕėčţĭōŋ.I need direction.Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ.
Open your mouth boy.Ţąĸĕ Ā βıţě ŏf Mŷ βąđ Ĝıŗł Mėāţ.
"Tell me something that'll save me. I need a man that makes me alright." Juliana pouted, scratching at her pant-legs in mock nervousness.
But to Arthur it would seem real.
"Oh please stop or you're going to make me die!" she exclaimed theatrically, hiding her face in her hands."Tell me something that'll change me. I'm gonna love you with my hands tied."
Şħów Mě Ÿŏűŗ Ŧėĕţħ. Got no religion.
Mŷ Ŗěłįģıŏŋ ış Ŷőų.
Got my addictions.
Ŋō Őŋę'ŝ Ρėŗfēćŧ.
I'm a tough b***h.
Şħŏw Mę Wħąŧćħā Ģŏŧ.
It's not how big.
İŦ'Ş ĦŐW MĒĄŊ.
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