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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:21 pm
::shoves Powell over and grabs Snow, brushing hair out of her face::
You're hurt...
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:23 pm
*stumbles into the bar*
Hey! I was trying to help...
I'll go follow Huntress I guess and see if she found anything.
*stalks towards the backdoor and sticks his head out*
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:24 pm
It's just a flesh wound, I think
::Snow winces as some of the alcohol drips down her hair and onto her forehead where the wound is::
gonk
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:24 pm
Don't move a step, jackass. Put on your armor that can see in the dark and find the weapon.
::growls under his breath as he gathers Snow in his arms::
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:25 pm
*Is at the end of the alley looking around with a scowl on her brow.*
*Looks over to Chris.* I knew I shouldn't have worn heels.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:27 pm
Ugh.. so sleepy but I know I shouldn't sleep for a while. Ick.. I smell like booze too. Glad that I'm a Fable and not a Mundy in a case like this..
Bigby, the person told me to "give it up" and I think they were closing in on me when they heard Hellena walk up. I was dazed, but I sensed something coming close and then..
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:28 pm
If I could roll my eyes in the helmet I would...Bigby is yelling at me and calling me names.
*grumbles and heads back over*
Weapon?
*looks down*
Shattered glass at your feet. I'd say bottle of booze. And don't call me names if you want help.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:29 pm
::sits Snow down in front of the window and uses his thumb to open her eye and look into it::
Can you describe the voice? Male? Female?
::holds up three fingers::
How many fingers am I holding up?
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:31 pm
It was all... like a machine. Very...
::Snow squints one eye::
uh... 4?
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:33 pm
*Walks back into the kitchen and searches for a first aid kit.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:34 pm
*Shifts into the bistro and looks around.*
Hey, what's going on?
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:36 pm
Powell. Do something about the lights.
Mason. You can see in the dark. Isolate the bottle that's smashed on the floor. Wrap it in plastic. It's evidence.
Snow. We're taking you home for medical attention.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:37 pm
*Extends his arms out hovering over the floor with florescent and plastic parts to scoop up whatever Bigby was talking about.*
Ummm... why am I doing this?
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:38 pm
I'm just a little dizzy. I'm a Fable. I'll be fine.
::Snow pulls a shard of glass from her hair::
I have glass in my hair! gonk crying
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:38 pm
Sure...
*flips the light switch*
Nothing. Where's the breaker box?
*pokes around*
Here we go....someone flipped the breakers.
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