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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 10:21 am
"Just drive into the safehouse. We'll deal with anything else afterward" Anthony said.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:24 pm
Anniria sereniy_eyes Iris continued to look down, "I know I want to be your friend....but that's all I know...." she looked up, "so...What does Terry Patchett wright about?" ((Please don't kill him! crying he was one of my favorites!!!!)) Rose nodded, "Alright." she drove into the safehouse. Iris smiled, "I like fantasy."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:47 pm
The car Anthony was in went into the safehouse as well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:49 pm
Rose pulled up and got out of her car, looking around.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:57 pm
((yeah...but I really don't want Alfone to die.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:01 pm
((me neither, but it may be needed to keep the story going))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:03 pm
((I'd agree with Alfone being beatten severly badly. Then Angel will take it as a insult because he considers Alfone as a friend because Alfone saved him when he was shot in the stomach. So Angel will hunt Jasmine down and try to put a bullet in her skull))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:46 pm
((I think the sheer audacity of Jasmine will be quite surprising. And did I say Alfone was going to die? No, I said that Jasmine would kill him. Of course, that doesn't exonerate him... I guess it will just depend on how things go. Now, to figure out what to post next....))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:09 pm
Crack. Red blood and red wine dripped down Alfone's forehead. He scrunched his eyes shut and leaned his head away, as if a late reaction to avoid the wine glass.
The glass shards littered the ground - and a few, in Alfone's hair and lap. The boy could not help it - tears fell down his cheek. It didn't matter how few - tears were a sign of weakness, a sign of softness.
Why was Alfone thinking like this? He'd never had any misconceptions about 'manliness' or being 'strong.' It sure as heck wasn't being afraid to cry. Just the opposite - being unafraid to cry was a sign of maturity. Though, it still made the hostage feel babyish, pathetic, worthless.
At the sight of the tears, Jasmine's cruel eyes softened, but only while she laughed. Then she swooped down to pick up a fragment of wine glass, and sat on Alfone's lap in an awkward position.
Gingerly, she moved the glass shard across his neck, lightly, without drawing any blood. Alfone ceased his movement, fearfully aware of how easily his spark of life could be extinguished right now.
Jasmine toyed with the shard, dragging it lightly across his tender neck skin. Then she leaned back, seemingly to get off of the chair. Without warning, she jabbed the shard into his leg, right through the tough denim jeans he wore, to invoke a muffled cry. The shard wasn't big. Not much blood would come, Jasmine reasoned.
Laughing cruelly, the woman kissed Alfone's uncovered cheek before standing up and leaving the room. She had a message to deliver, now.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:21 pm
Sami got out of the car as well, closing the door and activating the alarm system.
She sighed softly.
"You're going to kill her, aren't you?" She breathed to Anthony as Rose neared.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:29 pm
"Shhh...maybe not. The mafia has been developing a sleep serum. I hope that it's at least near perfection" Anthony replied.
((great...now you're on, and she's not XD ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:34 pm
((Hey Eternal, you don't mind if I godmod the deaths of some random, unnamed Mafia guys, do you?))
Elsa "Jasmine" Mena drove out of the basement parking center of one of the many apartment centers she held rooms at. Inside an attaché case in the backseat was her baby - her favorite gun.
Inside another, regular case in the center console was a supressed Smith & Wesson 9mm. This case had its straps removed, actually, in the case of the need for quick use.
As she drove down a high-traffic street, Jasmine applied lipstick to replace the amount she had left on Alfone's cheek, using her rear-view mirror as a guide.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:35 pm
((go ahead. you're just not allowed to kill anyone's character without their permission, and I must be notified))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:54 pm
Two guys, neither dressed too shabbily, were sitting at a rooftop table on an expensive Italian cafe. There were others, of course, but these two were Mafia members. In fact, the entire cafe was known (or was that, unknown?) as a Mafia hangout. One of many, but the high-rise apartment across the street offered a unique advantage to a certain type of person.
The two men were laughing, talking, eating, and generally having a good time. Although they didn't know it, this would be their last meal.
As one man tilted his glass up to drink it empty, a shot rang out. Then a second one. The sound of a wineglass breaking on the floor could be heard, more audible than the gunshots now that silence had fallen on the not-so-crowded rooftop.
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