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 Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:16 pm
*raises an eyebrow at his company, but grabs a seat at an unoccupied table nonetheless*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:19 pm
::The I glares at Deadshot::
That one? Are you certain?
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:20 pm
*Eats her hamburger quietly.*
*Her free hand slips under the table.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:22 pm
*his eyes narrow*
You got something to say to me lady?
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:22 pm
Eye wish to proposition you.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:24 pm
eek
Well... Uh... Proposition away, I guess.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:25 pm
*Finishes her burger and nibbles on french fries.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:25 pm
My cohorts and Eye will give you power, gobs of riches and many weapons if you will kill any and all who get in our way without question.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:28 pm
*smiles and takes a drag on his cigarette.*
Deal.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:29 pm
*Walks over to the bar to grab a root beer.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:31 pm
Hm..
::The I swings around and stares at Misty::
Eye believe we've found your first target. Prove your loyalty.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:33 pm
*pulls up his mask and raises his gun at Misty.*
Sorry, kid. It ain't your day.
*fires at her*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:39 pm
You've got to be kidding me! *Her hand on the Root beer. Her dice in the other. She quickly brings up her hand with the dice.*
!esreveR
*The Bullets turn back towards Floyd.*
!hsinaV
*She disappears from sight.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:40 pm
::The I lazily watches the bullets bounce back at Deadshot::
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:42 pm
*flips over his table, using it as a shield as his bullets become lodged in it.*
Tricky.
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