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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:27 pm
::he smiled::
I'm thinking about how lucky I am...
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 11:21 pm
Keeta blushed and looked down at the comforter on the bed, smiling and tracing the stitching. "Well that makes two of us then," she said softly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 12:40 am
::he smiled placing his hand on hers::
I'm glad to hear that...
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:46 am
*Shin dematerializes from the maelstrom in a heap before them, blood pouring from lacerations on his face and streaming from a deep gash on his abdomen*
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:45 pm
eek The hell... shin?
::hiro looks him up and down::
your a mess... and your bleeding on my carpet...
::hiro walks into the bathroom looking for the first aid kit, yelling::
Dont you ever use a damn door?
::he returned and brought the kit::
Let me see what I can do with you...
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 12:01 am
((sorry shin but since you havent posted...))
::A day or two had gone by keet had gone home and Hiro had pachted shin up and during the night he had slipped away as expected, Hiro was making himself busy cleaning his guns in the kitchen::
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:31 am
The shiny black '67 corvette cruised along the boulevard, the radio blasting Tchaikovsky of all things through the open windows. But Tarma liked her music the way she liked her cars: classic. The wind pushed back her hair as she took the turn at a conservative 60mph, tilting down her shades to smile at the villa on the hill. It would be good to stay there again; she'd missed the place.
Pulling through the gates and up the driveway, she circled the car around to the garage. Pulling in smoothly, she killed the engine and frowned at the motorcycle already parked there. Had someone been using the hideout without notifying her? Odd.
Grabbing her suitcase and walking her way around to the front door, Tarma was even more surprised to find Tony and Vinnie guarding the door. As she approached, the two goons grinned at her.
"What are you boys doing here?"
"We's guardin' da door, Ms. Falloner ma'am. Da boss man told us to."
Her eyes narrowed at the term "boss man". Only a few people could qualify for that term, and she was not at all pleased to find any of them in her villa. Shoving the brutes asside, she kicked the door open, stiding into the foyer and glaring around as she dumped the suitcase with a thud. In truth, she was more annoyed at having what she'd intended to be a brief vacational stay at the villa interupted by intruders than anything else.
"Who ever you are, you better get your a** out into this hallway right now before I come in after you! This villa is my property, and you better have a damn good reason for trespassing on it if you value your life!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:21 pm
::hiro popped his head out from the kitchen::
Tarma? The hell are you doing here?
::he set the shotgun he was carrying on the wall::
Whats all this about tresspassing? This is my goddam house? stare
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 2:43 am
A look of shock passed over her face, quickly chased down by irritation. Kicking the door shut in the faces of the peering Tony and Vinnie, she folded her arms over her chest with a scowl.
"This place is TCM property, pal. I run the TCM, there for, this place is mine. What do you think you're doing in it?"
It was at this time she chose to glance around, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She found she approved of the decor, but that certainly didn't molify her at all.
"You've had some work done in here..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:35 pm
::He blinked for a moment::
Uhh yeah... I did... Well dont just stand there all day come in the kitchen I was making alfraido, and I should have enough for you too...
::he poped his head back in the kitchen
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:38 am
The friendly invitation shocked her out of her temper and into suspicion. Turning slightly, she stuck her fingers between her lips and whistled shrilly. A series of yips preceded the arrival of her overly excitable puppy, as he skittered into the foyer from some other room where he'd been exploring, paws flyinging clumsily on the wood floors. Grinning adoringly, Tarma swept him into her arms to cuddle, walking towards the kitchen with curiousity.
"Doesn't smell half bad for something that'll probably poison me. Since when do you know how to cook?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:43 am
stare ::He looked at the dog::
that thing potty trained?...
::he put some of the food in a plate and put it on the table and ignored her comments::
I've cooked since I was little... how do you think I survived...
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:59 am
Inspite of herself, she laughed, leaning on the door frame rather than taking a seat. She studdied what he'd done with the kitchen, mildly impressed; it looked good. As her eyes came to rest on the old faucet-pump, something inside of her softened. He'd left it there, a tribute to the past; he obviously thought it should be remembered.
Though her face had no expression through this thought proccess, Tarma wandered inside to set the puppy on the floor before turning a chair around, straddling it and folding her arms over the back.
"Yeah, he's well trained. Be good or I'll sick him on you."
Half-grinning, she looked over at Hiro, her eyes considering...
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:02 am
::hiro looked at the puppy::
sick him on me? little runt is taking my job...
::he shook his head and went back to the food getting him a plate as well, before sitting::
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:07 am
Raises an eyebrow.
"Your job?"
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