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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:39 am
((Yeah, that's right.))
Trist rifled through Anthony's file this time, ignoring the license plate. Anthony didn't have much information on record, besides the necessary information. Rose checked out alright, but Trist could read between the lines. Why did they need her to tail them without them knowing anyway? Besides the obvious 'they've got a hit on them.' Why do they have a hit, was the question. And who have they provoked?
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:30 pm
((Well Anthony and Rose like taxis!))
Rose smiled at him, hoping the ackward silence would end.
Angel sighed, "My pay better triple." he followed Tiffany reluctantly, with no intention of following her every order.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 5:39 pm
The Don just sighed and rubbed his temples. He thought that this would be a good experience for the two of them...if they didn't kill each other first.
"I don't like your attitude" Tony replied, "and may I remind you that I am evaluating your performance".
The taxi drove for a while until it eventually came to the police station.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 5:51 pm
Tiffany rolled her eyes.
As they left out the door though, she stuck her head in, and teased the don, mocking Angel.
"I better be getting triple charm bracelets for this."
She said with a glare, and then zooming down the hallway, for the stairs/=.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:22 pm
The Don looked up, his hands still on his temples. He made a mental note to have a chat with Tiffany's father.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:33 pm
Beans had left Iris' apartment shortly after Anthony and Rose. He was now on his way home. He had forgotten to ask Anthony: who had killed the CEO. What a stupid mistake. And then... there was that dream....
Claire would be home. Claire.
The name soothed Beans. He felt... so tired... so horribly filthy. A glance over at the clock told him it was around six. But the darkening sky would have told him that as well.
Claire would be making cookies, he knew. He debated about calling ahead to let her know he was on his way home. No. He was only a few minutes away, now. No point.
~
When Beans arrived, the lights were on. The door was unlocked, and he stepped inside. Usually, the doors were locked. Just Claire's paranoid demeanor. She never could get over the massive crime rate in New York. And Beans, being a policeman, didn't help one bit to curve that paranoia.
"Claire, I'm home," Beans said loudly with a sigh. Warm smells coming from the kitchen proved Beans right about the cookies.
Beans walked into the kitchen to find it empty. Lights on, but empty. The living room was also empty, as Beans saw over the separating bar. Claire had not answered him.
Beans walked through the hall, to the only bedroom. The bathroom was open and dark as he passed it. In the bedroom, lights were on, but no one was inside. The bed was made perfectly. The curtains to the window were drawn shut.
Beans returned to the kitchen, looking around more carefully.
"Claire?"
Something odd occurred to Beans. The cookies didn't smell quite right. He bent down to peer into the oven - to see that the cookies were blackened and charred. Beans was about to reach up and switch off the oven--
BANG.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:34 pm
[Wait. What? He didn't go boom and die, did he? D: ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:39 pm
((No. I said bang, not boom.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:45 pm
[[ YOU'RE AVOIDING THE QUESTION! scream ]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:53 pm
((you better not have killed off your character without informing me -_- ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:59 pm
-B r e a d f i s h e s- [Wait. What? He didn't go boom and die, did he? D: ] zfatal (( No. I said bang, not boom.)) ((xDDD))
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:04 pm
[[ <_<' oh hardy har har.
psst...Prince, Guess what? ]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:11 pm
[[ Oh, nothing..nevermind.
It's just that your precious Pierre is being raped by a lounge chair in PRESENTING~ and the only way you can really stop it is by posting..but y'know, nothing serious.
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