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 Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:16 pm
((*gasps, then starts chanting* Tiffany and Angel, sitting in a tree... lol))
Trist flipped through a few more pages, seeing wave after wave of bids for cars, private ads, and some semi-useful coupons. She put the newspaper down, heading over to the receptionists. "You have some scissors?" she asked. Wordlessly, one of the women handed some to her. Trist took them, giving the secretary a crooked smile and began cutting them out, not asking for permission. Trist lived alone, and, frankly, cops didn't get paid that much. She didn't have the time for a second job, not that she wanted one; baggin' the crooks was quite enough for her. And if anything, Trist Shay was not stupid. If there was something that could help her, even remotely, she would use it. Some called her a packrat, some called her resourceful, but Trist didn't really care one way or the other. If it helped, it stayed. If it didn't, it went. There was no in-between.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 10:51 pm
((Angel and Tiffany, sitting in a....
e_e
they have a long and complicated history that I doubt you've taken the time to read (300+ pages of it) so, make sure you know what you're talking about.
Will be away for an indefinite time (due to viruses and I am using my sister's computer at the moment) so, I am sorry. Merry Christmas, though.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:22 pm
[[D; Three hundred pages?! AW GEE. I don't remember most of it. ]]
She returned his hug, by draping her arms around his neck.
Strange, though. Didn't she just hint at hating him?
Oh well. Tiffany hesistated for a moment, and opened her eyes with confusion. Ah, screw it.
The whole wishy-washyness of it all was getting boring. Tiffany remained the football grapple, silent.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 11:11 am
((I've only had time to read from 300 to here sweatdrop ...))
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 7:13 pm
((lol))
Anegl pressed her even more against him. He opened his own eyes and just started at her eyes. Angel was starting to conclude, though he got hit with a frying pan, this was turning out to be a good day.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:43 pm
((hey, sereniy. did you edit your post?))
Anthony snuggled next to Rose. "I think we probably have to, which sucks" he said. He was getting quite cozy.
"Oh, really?" Giovanni said to Sami, "I'll have to hear it from Tony".
Tony came up the stairs just then.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:21 pm
Rose sighed, "Not fair. The chief needs to know I can handle myself when it comes to the mob." she rested her head on Anthony's shoulder.
((Edit what? Oh and sorry I havn't been around. Got a new game Mass Effect! AND I LOVE IT!!!!! sorry sweatdrop . Oh and I might make another character!))
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:56 pm
-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
The blood slides down your skin like tears...Flowers of purest red bloom upon your flesh...
Colors mix and mingle in a silent chorus of pain...Oh...Sami sighed and stepped to the side so that the Don could see the door. "I'm sure he's coming right now, Sir Don-man," she replied, leaning against the wall to the left of the chair as she waited.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:37 pm
((the post where you asked if you were godmodding))
Anthony sighed. "Are you sure you can? All by yourself?" he asked Rose.
Tony came into the room. "Car's busted" he said. "I see" replied Giovanni.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:42 pm
Tiffany concluded, and akwardly removed herself from him and quietly regained her position from before, coughing almost silently once.
"So.."
She started, looking back at Angel, who hadn't moved yet.
"Headquarters?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:54 pm
-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
The blood slides down your skin like tears...Flowers of purest red bloom upon your flesh...
Colors mix and mingle in a silent chorus of pain...Oh...Sami, smiling cutely, turned from Tony to the Don. Then she clasped her hands together in front of her. "So...?" she began expectantly. Then she unveiled her Puppy Eyes of Doom. "Pleeeease...?"
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:00 pm
[[ D: NOT THE PUPPY EYES. OH PLEASE NO!! ]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:23 pm
"We need it for the job" Tony said.
Giovanni looked at him and then at Sami who was giving him huge puppy eyes. "Oh...alright" he said and tossed his keys to Tony.
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