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 Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:12 pm
Wrong answer. *finishes her cig and puts it out in a nearby ashtray.*
*Picks up her notepad and slides out of the booth. Pats Patience on the shoulder.* Don't worry. I'm sure one of these days you'll save someone.
*Flips opened her watch and turns a dial. Disappears in a flash of green light.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:15 pm
Wrong answer?
*turns towards Cho* confused sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:22 pm
::walks in and pours herself a drink::
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:35 pm
Hi Lois. Evening...
It's been a while. How's reporting?
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:42 pm
I don't understand her either.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:43 pm
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The Phantom of Kapow Crew
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:45 pm
*Looks around dazed after the explosion*
What just happened?!?
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:47 pm
Reporting has been so busy lately.
::Lois stops::
What in the world?
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:48 pm
::dashes by the Bistro so fast the building shakes again::
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:48 pm
*covers*
Wha-who-where...
What did you say?
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:51 pm
What is going on
*stands up and surveys the room for anything interesting*
I'm going to check out side and see if the explosion came from out there
*leaves*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:28 pm
*walks into the Bistro, big grin across his face, as he merrily whistles the theme from "Twisted Nerve." He approaches the bar and begins taking out the necessary things to make himself a martini.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:46 pm
*continues whistling as he prepare his martini. When he finishes, he takes the drink to a booth where he relaxes, no longer whistling but still smiling widely.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:52 pm
*Comes in through the front door and goes straight to the fridge.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:58 pm
*slips in through the back, silently approaching Norman's booth from behind. As he gets close, he rams the back of his gun into Norman's face, smashing it into the table. As Norman recovers, he swiftly makes his way around, sliding into the seat across from Norman, his gun pointed at his head.*
Let's have a conversation, Norman.
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