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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 2:57 pm
Writ picked up the flashlight and flashed it on Sarah when she gave him that look.
"I'm not gay." He said in the testoterone fueled confidence that all straight guys had.
He slipped off the man's suit and began to undo his tie. "Thanks." He said to Keeya, he pulled off the Blacksuit's tie and put it over his neck, "I get a lot of practice." Writ smiled at her before going for the buttons of the man's undershirt.
"Ciro had the plan to find the place, guess I'll take this one and say how we're gonna get in." He grunted, turning the man over to take his shirt off. Writ held the flashlight over the Blacksuit's face. He rubbed an ear as he observed the man's face. Leeroy's complextion seemed simple enough to copy.
Writ held out a hand.
"Give me his pants."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:18 pm
Ciro snorted, feeling quite pleased with the fact that the girls were questioning Writ’s sexuality. Hell, after the entire issue with Crow... Ciro was damn pleased to see Writ getting some flack from the ladies, even if they hadn’t hit puberty yet.
He too raised an eyebrow as he slowly picked his way back to the group, his arms wreaking of alcohol and slightly burnt. “See, now is the time that I am damn glad I can’t see. Girl’s, this is called ‘sodomy’ and that’s wrong.”
He scoffed, waiting for whatever Writ was doing to finally come to fruition. If they had a way to get IN, then they were set. Getting there was his job. At least the mutt could be good for something.
The problem was, now, what were they going to do when they were in. Just... obliterate everything until Ciro had his hands on Abbott. That was the only thing they could do.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:20 am
"Considering I'm the one handling the pants, there is definately going to be no sod.. "Sodamomy" involved..." Keeya tugged the pants off the rest of the way and then handed them, the belt, and the shoes to Writ in a balled up bundle.
After the pants were out of her possession, the girl shuddered and turned away from the knocked out man, wiping her gloved hands off ferverently on her pants with a grunt and muttering gross over and over again, as if she had actually physically touched Leeroy. That was vile and awkward and and and... What the heck is "Sodomy"?
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 6:57 pm
Sarah scoffed, giving Writ a harsh glare as he flashed the light on her. “Well, I didn't really say that, did I, Wolfy?” She watched the wolf and the tree-girl as they worked, remembering what the horned boy had said before. “Just make sure no one else gets in after they get in.” She echoed. The girl's tail twitched with the same anticipation Bast had been seeping out in the back of her mind.
“You're willing to stay in the back and just... Protect?” The warrior voiced in Sarah's head.
“Hrmph. You should be happy that I just get to fight. I could be at home.” The girl retorted.
“What home? Your parents are going to disown you.”
“Well, ******** 'em.”
Sarah was brought back into reality at Ciro's comment about Writ. “Uhh... Sodo... Whatever.” She dismissed the thought with her hand. She probably didn't want to hear it, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:53 pm
"Ciro, whatever you do to little boys in the basement is none of my business." Writ shot the comeback quickly and decisively, This was seriously not the time for any fight inducing wisecracks right now.
Despite his tone, he smirked at his joke before he took the pants from Keeya.
"Meh, I have a girlfriend if that's proof enough for you." Writ said to Sarah, "One sec." He took the top part of the Blacksuit's outfit and started to walk into the darker part of the alleyway.
A minute or two later, he came out in Leeroy's suit. It was a little loose on Writ's lanky build, but it fit in all the other aspects. His face looked Leeroyish, a little thin, a little tan, but more or less believeable.
"You know that saying, 'Wolf in sheep's clothing'?" He presented himself with a flourish, "Just more acting, you're prisoners, and I'm taking you in, simple."
He turned to Ciro, "And Ciro, before you go off and try to kill my plan, I don't think we have any other options right now. Trust me, I got ways of making people think I'm the real thing."
Writ pocketed the stun gun in the suit pocket. If Ciro decides to protest, Writ will just have to make his part as prisoner a bit more convincing. There just wasn't enough time to formulate anything more elaborate.
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