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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 5:50 pm
[[I must admit. The mush factor is at 11. We need it to be about a 4. xD ]]
With again Tiffany being kissed, she slid out of his grasp artfully- and trotted over to his fridge with somewhat of a spring in her step.
"What have you sir?" She asked, opening the fridge to find various bottles of liquor.
Ace stepped back in pain, gasping.
He coughed. Spat out blood. Grumbled something.
As his mouth led way for a small tail of blood to swish down- Ace attempted Punching Bubba. That didn't work, so Ace then jabbed at his face, ripping off the sunglasses, and reaching out, hoping to jab him in the eye.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 5:52 pm
Angel rolled his eyes, "liqour...cheese, bread, meat, eggs, milk...and liquor. The essentuals." He raised and eyebrow, "You going to raid my fridge now?"
((Should we save Ace?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 5:54 pm
((My post wasn't meant to be angry-sounding or chastising. I just needed to vent for myself. Notice that I added a rofl emote in afterthought... anyway... yeah. Here's a tip: the best actors don't try overly much to make their characters believable. Good luck with that XD))
As clawing fingers went for his eye, Bubba's fingers went for a throat. However, squeezing to death would be too slow to prevent injury. Instead, Bubba's hand curled into a fist as he punched pure throat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:09 pm
((I wasn't being serious either. It's hard to roleplay as the opposite sex. 3nodding
And don't save Ace. This is fun to watch. biggrin ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:10 pm
((You both made me cry crying crying crying crying crying crying ...
Me is very emotional...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:12 pm
((Bread and I have already worked out Ace's fate.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:12 pm
"I shall indeed."
Ace coughed, but Scratched at Bubba's eye, trying to rip it out. It may or may not have helped his good eye when he fell, with a good grip on it.
Although he tried getting up, Ace twitched for a moment, recharging his energy for the next blow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:20 pm
Angel sighed in defeat, "You go do that. I need a shower and to get some clean cloths." he indicated the stained shirt and excaped into his bedroom.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:31 pm
Bubba felt skin rip and blood drip, but batted the hand away violently before irreversible damage could occur. Not my other eye, he thought. A savage grin developed on Bubba's face, but instead of attacking, he did something peculiar.
Bubba turned and walked away for a moment. But, before any reaction to this could be registered, Bubba came back, gripping the large rolling platform that mechanics frequently use to roll under cars.
It was held over his head. And then he brought it down with great force upon Ace.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:36 pm
Tiffany grinned.
"Oh, whatever. Blue is your colour."
Ace blocked the wheelboard from hitting his head, by defensivley lifting his arms up to stop it. It crashed into pieces, and Ace's head rolled over in semi-conciousness.
He breathed slowly, trying to muster up the strength to garble up the blood clotting his throat.
[Oh, ...fatal, >:]
You can bring your guests into the mansion now. ]
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:37 pm
Angel rolled his eyes and grabbed a few cloths. He took a quick shower and came out in jeans, with white socks, and a deep red shirt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:42 pm
"Pft. I can only imagine the original white colour of that shirt."
She told him from her perch on the counter.
"Must have something to do with your 9-5."
She mused, a small smile accompanying.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:47 pm
Angel smirked but went to the fridge, "You just can't get blood out of nice work shirts anymore." He muses as he pulled out some food.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:51 pm
Tiffany herself shrugged.
"And the cost of drycleaning nowadays?"
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