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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:37 pm
Oh crap... Zeal thought. He wasn't worried about his safety in Tiffany's hands, and he wasn't worried - didn't care - about Tiffany getting hurt... but, depending on how he saw the situation, Angel would kick either Tiffany's or his own a**, which was what Zeal worried about. He shoved Tiffany into the wall, a switchblade in his hands and at her throat quicker than you could blink.
"Lay off, b***h."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:41 pm
Angel grabbed Zeal shoulder in a warning way, "Don't call her that. Zeal you're lucky I don't throw you out, but if you call her that one more time you'll wish I threw you out a window."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:42 pm
Tiffany grinned momentarily, and lightly tapped the magnum she had positioned at his forehead in reminder. She calmly looked over to her supposed boyfriend.
"Angel, this isn't going to end well."
She sighed, and kicked the kid off of her, and she shrugged. " Anyways.
When you need a retouch on the paintjob,"
Tiffany started, opening the door, and looking towards his bike she had made. There was a few minor scratches, here and there. But that didn't concern her too much. She looked back at the kid, sneered, and then looked to Angel.
"Don't bother calling me."
With that, she shrugged earnestly, and dissapeared down the hallway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:45 pm
Angel growled and went out in the hallway, "Stupid little..." he tried to catch her before she left. It wasn't her parsay what he wanted to talk about, it's if someone followed ehr is what he wanted to talk about.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:47 pm
Zeal stood, watching them go, blinking. Then he laughed to himself. Things had not started on a good note, but he had only responded to a crazed chick with an attitude problem. He wasn't at fault for Angel's suicidal choice in women. Though she was hot. No doubt about that.
Zeal shut the door behind Angel, then went back into the bedroom to examine guns again. Maybe he ought to take one....
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:52 pm
Tiffany breathed cooly. She was already in the elevator, and stared at Mr.Angel Grave himself as the doors closed, and she put on her helmet. She eventually reached the bottom floor, and then the underground parking where she mounted her bike, the one placed their earlier by her men, and took off for her shop.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:57 pm
Chieko scoffed as she left her headquarters, hellbent on taking down everyone.
But that could wait until tommorow. Right now she had to see her precious Angee.
Chieko's stilletto-clad feet clacked against the sidewalk as she approached and entered her taxi.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:58 pm
Angel let out short curses and picked up his cell. He lissoned to the ring tone and left a message that went like this:
Hi it's me. I'm not calling to harass you or anything, but you have to answer one this for me. Were you followed to my appartment? I need to know. It's something you need to call me about. If you don't, I'll most likely hog tie you andthrow you at your father's door. So just call me Tiffany and well avoid all this trouble...have a very good day.
He hung up and called another number, It's Grave. Might need a room cleaned. Stay alert."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:06 pm
((Grrr pick a post! She ether called him or she didn't))
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:10 pm
((When Angel returns, he'll find Zeal cooking... uh... spaghetti. xd ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:56 pm
Anthony smiled. "Would I be able to have a few pieces of lined paper and a pen or pencil please?" he asked Iris.
"Whatever" Tony said and went back to the girl he was talking to.
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