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 Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:00 pm
Rose sat up and didn't feel like eating, "If you could chose.....what would you chose?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:01 pm
Sami glanced up at the sun, her gun warm against her skin.
"That woman doesn't know what she's talking about..." she muttered. "Find a hobby... ******** you, I already have..." her eyes flashed as she dragged on her cigarette. "KILLING is my hobby..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:01 pm
Ace whistled a tune as he mocked a death as he fell backwards onto a wheelboard, and slid under a car that needed repairing.
Tiffany merely rolled her eyes as she zipped the blue suit halfway up her stomach, revealing half of the laced tnak top underneath.
She chuckled as she jumped onto a chair, and sailed towards a front desk.
She stopped, picked up the receiver.
That familiar click rung through her ears, followed by the sound of the buttons.
She waited for Angel to pick up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:03 pm
Angel rolled over and picked up his cellphone, his words were slurred as he answered, "This better be f*****g important because I just had one hell of a day."
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:05 pm
Ace who was listening via speakerphone in the car shop, raised an eyebrow as he semi-rolled from under the red convertible he worked on.
Tiffany's eyes widened slightly, and She scoffed at this new dramatic Angel.
"Am I up to something again?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:07 pm
Angel rolled his eyes, "I must be quite drunk if I can hear a dead girl...or you're just some a*****e that wants to f**k with me. Ever way....I miss you Tiffany...." and he hung up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:09 pm
Anthony sighed. "You mean death or incarceration? That's a toughie" he said.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:10 pm
Rose held a straight face, "Cop, or mob."
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:11 pm
It entered through a ventilation shaft. Following route... 224.3a. No random chance. Bzzt. Changing route; following route 293.k. Actuality instigated. Predicting random anomalies... twenty percent completed.
Various commands such as these ran through the monitor on the control panel Bubba held - THANKFULLY this stuff wasn't going through his head.
"A fire won't do; too coincidental with recent events..." Bubba murmured. His gadget stuck its tiny camera lens through the thin cracks in the air ventilation cover. Vehicles identified. Possible movement. Target not located.
Onto the next cover. No one. Next? Bathroom. Next? No one. Next? Tiffany. Target subject: Tiffany Alchenzoh located.
Yeah, thanks, Bubba thought as he rolled his eyes. No good. That thug of a friend of hers was there - too difficult to take Tiffany and make it look like an accident, with the brute there.
He wasn't even that tough-looking. Bubba doubted he could take a bullet in the head and still live. However, once someone was dead, they were dead, and there's no chance to stage a better 'accident' once the deed is done.
So, not here, not now. But soon. Soon, my fellow teddy-fan, Bubba thought with malice. Soon....
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:11 pm
Tiffany raised both eyebrows, and pulled away the receiver to look at it.
"Allright then." She said with skeptisism.
"I'll be back then, sans motorcycle." And with theat, Tifffany kicked herself away from the desk, rolling backwards into the painting room.
In a matter of moments she was out of her mechanic suit and on Angel's bike, in lew of his shitty apartment.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:13 pm
((I love the robotic talk, Fatal! heart ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:13 pm
Angel was layed on his couch feeling a few alot less drunk. For some odd reason he couldn't stay drunk. after a few hours, he was nearly somer. He sighed and started to wash up after his embaressing episode of lament.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:16 pm
Apparently Tiffany knew her route better than she had thought.
It was still taking awhile though. Of course, she coulden't help but wonder as to why Angel had thought she was, and she quoted..
"A dead girl?"
Must have been hungover or on crack, or something. She didn't really know too well. When Tiffany reached the sea wall, she thought about the event.
Was there a hit on her? Tiffany halted at the edge of the seawall.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:19 pm
Angel finished his washing up and moved over to his guns. With solum eyes he started to make sure all his guns were loaded.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:24 pm
Drat. Follow the girl, or stay low? It couldn't be helped; he needed to know where the girl was going. Planting his eye... Bubba chuckled at how ridiculous the thought was in and of itself... on the car would have been ideal. In fact, doing so would be a good idea next time he had a chance.
So, leaving his eye to watch Ace unseen, Bubba followed Tiffany's general direction for a bit. He then pulled away and switched cars at a special garage for that purpose. He then pulled onto a side street and hurried to the other end of the main street she'd been on. It went on like this for a few minutes, before Bubba pulled to a stop during an especially long strip of road.
He wouldn't lose her now. She stopped way down the road, near the seawall. Bubba watched with interest, though he did in fact pull his car out and cross the street, just so he wouldn't seem suspicious for having stopped and do nothing.
But of course he was an expert at his trade - killing. Whether conspicuously or not, that he was. He was confident he would not be noticed. And with his tinted windows, he knew that he could not be identified, either.
((lol just random junk I type as it comes to me. using big words = robotic talk biggrin ))
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