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 Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:41 pm
"I already told you." Laura replied. "Be good. I'd rather not knock you out, unless you have a fetish with getting hit in the back of the head with blunt metal objects." She grabbed Anthony and proceeded to tie him up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:54 pm
"You know, the police will find you. You can give up. You don't have to do this" Anthony said to Laura as he was being tied. He hoped Rose had gotten away and was not looking for him, though chances were she was.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:59 pm
"I want the police to know I'm here, because they won't be able to track me on my way back. So what if I kill a few or even the whole department here. It will just be unnecessary bloodshed. It will be days before they get anyone over here." Laura said, finishing the knot. His feet and hands were both bound with the same rope in pig style. "Now excuse me while I wipe the spit off my face and prepare for your girlfriend."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 11:09 pm
"Whatever" Anthony said. After a few moments, he said "heh! You know what? You sound just like Tony". He didn't care what she did to him for saying that, he just needed to blurt it out.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 11:14 pm
Laura cleaned off her face and unlocked her door. She waited patiently for Rose. The first thing Rose would see was Anthony tied up.
"Maybe... though... it's not like it really matters." Laura sighed. "Even if he dose break up with me, at least I would have gotten out of it with my virginity and what little dignity I have left... not that I was born with any honor."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 11:42 pm
Anthony didn't reply. He just sat there tied up and hoped Rose wouldn't come looking for him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 11:57 pm
"It's getting hot..." Laura muttered distastefully. She turned around and took off her hoody. Her shirt under slid up, showing her odd black sword and wings tattoo on her back, but she quickly pulled her shirt down. She tossed her hoody to the other side of the room, now wearing a loose black T-shirt. She pulled out her gun and started to reload. She also restocked her weapons. She could never be too careful.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:04 am
Tony was slowly waking up from his sleep. "Mmmmnnnnnffhhhhh...." he moaned. He blinked a few times to get his eyes open. "What a night" he groaned as he slowly pulled himself out of bed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:39 pm
Rose walked up to one of the people behind the desks, "I need to see your booking please." she said in an athoriative voice.
The woman behind the desk gave her an odd look, "I'm sorry miss, but you are?"
Rose gave her a dark look, "A cop wih a gun." She grabbed the record book. This place didn't get alot of business. She look for the most recent rooms and memorized the numbers.
"MISS! GIVE THAT BACK! Call security!" The woman shrieked.
Rose rolled her eyes and flopped the book on the desk. She took the stais and ran to the first room.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:57 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire Anthony tried to bite Laura's arm. The police secretary was still impatiently waiting for Trist. ((I already posted XD)) AninOnin Trist groaned loudly into the couch, searching with blind fingers for the phone she knew she had left on the coffee table. Instead, she grabbed something furry, and jumped up with a yelp.
It was a cat. Another one.
"Lordy Lou, I don't have any more food," she said, the ringing phone pestering her incessantly. "I'm coming!" she yelled irritably.
She jumped up from the couch, somehow tangling her feet up with the cushions and pillows, and hit the ground hard. A small kitten rubbed up against her face and meowed pitifully. The cop scrambled to her feet, aware that her clothes were in disarray as much as her hair was. The same kitten walked under her feet, causing Trist to trip all over her small apartment in order to avoid the poor thing.
Then she made it to the phone, finally, and picked it up at the same time as she read the Caller ID. "I'm on my way!" she yelled, then slammed the "off" button on the phone. She grabbed her keys and ran to the door, where the cat from before stopped her. She had cool blue eyes, the same eyes as the kitten. Her kitten. "Fine," she said, exasperated. "I'll take her. I promise. But she better behave!"
So saying, she scooped up the kitten and stroked her a few times, nuzzling her with her nose. She was adorable. Then she tucked her carefully into her work bag, along with her iPod, and watched as the mother cat jumped back up to the open window contentedly. "I'll take good care of her, I promise," Trist said, opening the door.
Next minute, she was getting off her motorcycle and stepping into the police department.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 1:20 pm
((oh, ffftt...silly me))
The secretary gave Trist a stern look for being late. He also introduced her to a new member of the force. That was Juliana. He would have an assignment for them soon.
"You've got all your paperwork finished that you had to catch up on?" the secretary added while he was speaking to Trist.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 3:05 pm
Laura waited patiently in position, waiting for Rose to enter the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:25 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)  You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.] Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Juliana had no paperwork yet, so right then she was idly looking at what she had, taking stock of things. Stapler, stapler remover, paper clips, sticky notes, pens, permanent markers - she saw in satisfaction that she was well-stocked.
Satisfied, she leaned back in her chair, braced her knees against the desk, and waited for something to do. In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:20 pm
Dave drove along the Interstate, outpacing the Amtrak Lakeshore Express that was on the tracks next to him. With that final business in Chicago done again, he was looking forward to starting operations in New York again, this time without interruptions. He had a home base, stocked with equipment and supplies for missions, all he needed was to put word out on the streets and the business should roll in. First things first, he had to reschedule the meeting with Don Forelli. The Don was very gracious with Dave canceling the meeting on such short notice, understanding that things come up in this line of work. He planned on making the call tomorrow, once he got back into New York and got things squared away, and maybe some shuteye too.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:48 pm
Tony had washed up and was putting on a suit. Time for a new day. He had hoped Sami had gotten in to the police force. He wouldn't call her though in case she was at the station.
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