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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:33 pm
*Snorts loudly at Nick and rolls her eye at him.*
*Moves into the room and shifts her stance. Puts one of her hands on her weapons just in case. Keeping where it is at the moment. Letting Bigby lead sense it was his wife in danger.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:39 pm
*Inque stumbles back from Snow thanks to the air, but manages to stay on her feet.*
Damn it to hell! You Mod Squad rejects just had to show up, didn't you?
*Inque quickly throws her arms out and snatches the gun away from Fury, breaking it like Glenn Beck's logic as she swings it towards Bigby. It smacks Bigby in the back of the head, forcing him to stumble forward a few steps. Never one to miss an opportunity, Inque wraps herself around the wolf and renders him completely immobile.*
Now, we can either play this the hard way or the dead way; and honestly, I prefer either at the point.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:41 pm
Uhhh....too damn fast.
::grunts in pain::
Rose...
::manages to fish his lighter from his pocket and flip it towards Rose::
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:41 pm
::Snow looks frantically around for anything she can use as a weapon::
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:43 pm
*Jumps forward to catch the lighter. Rolls on the ground quickly between Bigby and Nick. Moving quickly so not to get caught by Nick if he tries anything else insane.*
*Takes the lighter and starts to set the Bed sheets on fire. Lighting different locations on the bed sheets to make it burn faster. Causing smoke to fill the room.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:46 pm
::Snow pulls her shirt over her mouth as she starts to cough from the smoke::
What.. what are you doing?
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:48 pm
*dives into the room's corner, pulling a pistol loaded with incendiary rounds from his belt, aiming and firing at Inque's head.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:52 pm
Ah, I see we're going with the DEAD way considering Bigby and Snow are more vulnerable to fire than I am!
*Inque forces the captive wolf towards the flaming sheets, taking all her effort to keep the squirming Bigby at bay. The incendiary whizzes past her head like a mosquito.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:53 pm
::Snow hits the ground to get to the fresher air to breathe and to avoid the rounds that are whizzing by::
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:54 pm
*Snickers and smirks at Inque. Lightly coughing.*
So tell me, that stink coming off of you. Is it because you don't bath, EVER, or is it because water doesn't agree with you? Seriously. I can smell you over the smoke. It's really bad. You should fix that as soon as possible.
*Shoots Nick a glare for two seconds.* Right, that's smart. Those better not be silver bullets you dumb a**.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:54 pm
Urgh!!
::twists in Inque's grasp::
Fury, you idiot!
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:55 pm
::Snow reaches for Inque's ankle::
let him go, you hussy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:58 pm
When I'm the one in the ink-lady's grasp, Wolf, you'll have room to talk. Until then, can it, I'm tryin' to aim.
*drops his clip, and puts in a new one, chalk full of cyro ammo. Aims carefully and quickly fires off 3 shots to the most exposed areas of Inque's back.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 6:05 pm
b***h, please. I wouldn't be discussing personal hygiene if I were-!
*Inque freezes when she hears the sputtering sounds from above her. She looks up, almost too afraid to admit she had forgotten the most important system in the building.*
Oh Hell.
*...The sprinkler system.*
Well, this has been fun BUTINEEDTOGETTHEHELLOUTOFHERELATERLOSERS.
*Inque unwraps Bigby and swiftly slinks down into the nearest drain, crying in pain as each drop pierces her gelatinous body. She who runs away gets to fight another day, she reminds herself.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 6:06 pm
::collapses to the floor::
Snow?
::Fury's cryo bullets hit the bed and extinguish the fires::
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