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 Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 8:55 pm
((looks like Tony got caught with his pants down...twice =D ))
Arthur made sure that the receiver was still picking up the signal from Laura's cell phone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:03 pm
Laura didn't call anyone. She wouldn't for a while. She wanted to be at least halfway to New York before she made any decisions.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:11 pm
Tony staggered into his room and lay down on his bed. He lay on his side. He didn't expect to puke, but didn't want to take chances.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 7:27 pm
((Gah, it's been too long. I hope I can find my place here in this RP soon. sweatdrop ))
Aleister was in his closet once again, his favorite place to get high. He enjoyed the tight confined space. He didn't have to worry about clothing getting in the way on the racks since he had created plenty of space by putting what little he had to wear in drawers. His closet now only housed shoes, hats, and gloves. Above him was a hanging light bulb with a dangling cord, just low enough for Aleister to reach up and pull it on or off. The light was on but dimly lit. He had used the closet as a place to get high so often, his bed was always made Aleister had usually fallen asleep in his closet after getting high.
He gazed at his left arm. He was beginning to bruise on the various needle-size marks that decorated his paling flesh. The sight almost disgusted Aleister, but he smiled his usual crooked grin anyway. His China White provided him with the trill his body begged for, even if it meant slowly losing himself.
Slowly, Aleister crawled out of the closet, squinting at the sunlight that poured into his room. His cell phone lay on the dresser beside his bed in its usualy spot. He knew very well that very soon, his phone would be ringing or his door would be knocked at. A customer would come to him for assistance any minute now. That had become typical for Aleister Godfrey.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 8:19 pm
((yes, unfortunately over half the people on here have either quit or stopped posting))
Arthur was staring at the transmission receiver. "Soooo....is she going to call the Don?" Arthur asked to no one in particular.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:16 pm
((Not for a few hours. xd ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:08 pm
((*timeskip* a few hours later...))
Arthur had to step out to handle a case. He left Trist and Juliana along with Ryan, the military guy to handle listening to the transmitter.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 11:04 am
Ryan took Juliana's hand and kissed it with a suave, but amused expression. Perhaps he shared the thought Sami had just repressed. He didn't have a wife or a girlfriend. Hell, he had been overseas for a few years.
"And who is this beautiful young lady?" he asked, returning Juliana's hand with a smile, not looking away from her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:12 am
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...}((Baaaaaaaah?))
Sami had to resist the urge to take a step closer to Ryan and do something very obscene to him as her Juliana persona blushed something almost fierce as she gazed up at him. He wasn't that much taller - a couple of inches, Sami was pretty high up there - but it was enough to make the difference noticeable.
Juliana smiled, flushing in modest pleasure. Though Sami was used to getting hit on and picked up, Juliana was more of a modest girl with a not-so eventful life, so she had to act accordingly.
"Ah, I'm Juliana Regonado," she replied, almost breathlessly. "I'm new to the force. It's a pleasure to meet you."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: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:37 am
((XD The way I imagined you saying that was like that one line from Ratatouille XD
"Tell them... Tell them... Aaaahhhh!"
"Aaaah...?"))
Ryan's eyes crinkled with mirth at Juliana's reaction. "I would love to have the pleasure of taking you out for dinner one evening. Would you accompany me?" he asked confidently.
If there was one thing about women that he knew, it was that they loved a guy who was confident and could take charge.
Being good in bed was probably a priority as well, although Ryan stayed away from sleeping with anyone on their first date, no matter how big their breasts were. He made sure to keep his eyes on her eyes, never straying from either her perfect nose, her eyes, or her lovely hair.
Trist ignored this with typical silence. The "flouncy" romances and relationships didn't hold interest for her.
Instead, she took down her pack and rustled through her papers, smiling discreetly at the wide-eyed kitten that watched her, purring under Trist's gentle stroke.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 12:19 am
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...}Was it weird that Sami was completely NOT thinking of Tony right then as she gazed up at this new man, this new man just begging to be ravished?
Or. Wait. That was his job. Heheh...
Juliana gave him a dashing smile, recognizing the amusement and Sami cursing herself for it, but telling herself she'd wipe that twinkle out of his eyes soon enough to replace it with a different sparkle entirely.
"I would be honored," she replied smoothly.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: Sat Mar 27, 2010 9:15 am
Tony had fallen asleep and was in quite a deep one.
Giovanni was waiting for Laura's call.
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