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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 3:37 pm
Iris wanted to be delicate with this. She slowly sat down and looked at Beans, "I heard what happened about your family.....Do...Do you want to talk about it?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 4:05 pm
Beans let out a laugh as he shook his head, eyes closed, before finally resting his head in his hands. "No. Did Claire tell you? No."
And yet, Beans talked.
"I don't want to talk about them... they... I'm fine. Just fine."
A lifeless chuckle. Denial.
"They were just coming up for my birthday? Right? Coming up for my birthday... and now they're gone."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 4:08 pm
Rose smiled sympethedically, "I'm sorry...But it was an accedent. You can't blame yourself for it."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:37 pm
How the ...
Ace shook his head, and exhaled silently. It was one weird eye that guy wore.
With a silent run, Ace managed to run off somewhere, picking up a few more guns as he vanished off into the loft.
Goddamn. Tiffany why do you always keep the heater on? what is it, like 60 degrees in here?
[ at least he wont be seen as well as before . xD ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:15 pm
Tiffany tilted her head to the side momentarily, and whipped out a pen.
"let me in, or your nice white shirt gets it."
Tiffany threatened. Her mechanic fingers were already at work , whixxing in blurs taking apart the pen to throw the ink.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:17 pm
Angel grinned and grabbed her hands, "Deflected." or so he thought....his perfectly white shirt now had a black blotch on it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:38 pm
Tiffany gasped.
"NO!" Although.
Tiffany could still get that pen to work. She looked up into his face with evil.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:41 pm
Angel looked down at the blotch and sighed, "At least I have a few more like this...." he tackled Tiffany, "But you messed up my shirt!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:49 pm
sereniy_eyes Rose smiled sympethedically, "I'm sorry...But it was an accedent. You can't blame yourself for it." ((Did you mean Iris in response to Beans here? And Bubba isn't wearing the eye. It's in the vents somewhere, and he has a remote control.)) Bubba licked his lips, eagerly awaiting the hunt. Shall I kill him now... or maybe a nice dip in the sea, for you? Bubba breathed shallowly; he could feel his breath becoming ragged. He laughed to think what might be going through the guy's head at the moment.
Target lost. Rerouting... rerouting... path acquired. Heat signatures... examined. Calculating path. Possible bullet trajectory. Possible destination. Warning. Target may try to escape. Keep target on second story. Block stairway. Examining alternate paths. All alternate paths located. Block window leading to dumpster.
Bubba found the window. Indeed, below was a dumpster that could, if needed, serve as a makeshift landing pad in case of a quick escape. Bubba pushed the fridge up to it. No moving that, easily. And certainly not before the person trying to move it would be caught.
Now that escape was out of the question, Bubba examined his control panel for possible hiding locations. So much technology... it almost made him sick. It made him yearn for the old-fashioned killings he used to perform.
Ah. Bubba moved in, getting steadily closer to Ace. Cornering him in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:51 pm
((Yes...That's Iris's responce.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:06 pm
[ah, forget I had said that.
BRIGADE IS OPEN ******** YEAH! : DDDDDDDD]
Ace waited quietly, scrolling over the back of this big guys head within his hiding place.
Why the ******** wasn't the bullet doing anything?
God. Damn. s**t.
He was getting close. In his suspense, Ace freaked out when the teddybear given to Tiff- in one of Anthony's miserably failed attempts at wooing her-
Flopped onto his head. Ace stopped from screaming, and barely moved. Oh, just the pink teddybear. he thought calmly.
Ace went back to aiming his gun.
Tiffany yelped and did a mid-air barrel roll to get out of the tackle. Once Angel had so gracefully fallen to the floor, she daintily sat upon his back, and balanced the pen atop his head, soon making a tower with other things around her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:07 pm
Angel sighed and stayed still, "You having fun?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:18 pm
As she placed the last sock upon her tower of magazines, pencils, books, clothing, bullet shells, typical guy stuff-
Tiffany grinned. "If you knock over this tower I'm going to make you regret it." She warned him with an evil grin.
Tiffany gently got up, and started to cover him with various pillows and couch cushions.
"NOW I'm going to snoop."
She chuckled mischeviously, and closed the bedroom door behind her.
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