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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:19 pm
*Leans over to see past Bigby.*
And here we go...
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:19 pm
::Turns around::
Grab Ayers.
I said GRAB HIM!
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:20 pm
::Gets out of Bigby's way::
Oh dear... now we know why he was acting so oddly..
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:21 pm
*Calmly walks towards Jaeger.*
Mr. Ayers...
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:21 pm
eek
Well, now we know what Jaeger's prophecies meant! Poor, poor Tad . . .
*Leaps to grab Ayers.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:21 pm
::looks around, sort of bewildered::
::puts a hand on Jaeger's arm::
He's, uh, not trying to run away or anything...
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:21 pm
*draws a knife and holds it to Jaeger's throat*
Hey pal....don't move.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:22 pm
::Walks up to Jaeger, a growl on his lips::
Give me one good reason not to tear your throat out right now, Ayers.
Please. I'm begging you.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:22 pm
There's no reason this needs to escalate, everyone just calm down.
*Grabs Mitchell to keep him back.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:22 pm
He isn't trying to run away. Keep a strong grip on him Tenzil, Poindexter back off.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:23 pm
Hey now hold on a minute! Everybody can just cool down!
::turns to Jaeger::
Look, if you need Representation, you got me, okay?
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:23 pm
:walks out with a cola soda:
mmm. it may not be Comet Cola, but not too bad.
:looks around:
What's going?
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:24 pm
Bigby Wolf ::Walks up to Jaeger, a growl on his lips:: Give me one good reason not to tear your throat out right now, Ayers. Please. I'm begging you. *Is Grabbed by everyone surrounding him.* Oh please, it's not like anyone actually liked the guy, and you know full ******** well he had it comin'. *Looks at the guys that grabbed him.* Fellas, you're gettin' Tad all over you.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:24 pm
I don't answer to you Hundred.
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