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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:14 pm
Jasmine stared at the screen across the room. Her laptop - one of three - had a message on it. She couldn't read it closely from across the room, and she was on the phone, waiting for someone to patch her through to the chief of police.
It was peculiar... Elsa briefly wondered about trying to call the PD later, and getting the heck out of there.
Her computers were extremely secure. Still - Jasmine reached over and picked up a Glock laying on the desk. It felt warm and secure in her hands.
Why was the chief taking so freaking long to answer!?
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:26 pm
The message sender may or may not have tried again.
If it did show on Jazmine's computer- some things may have been blocked by the hard drive;
Maybe yoU [error] pRefer that we Do go, and lEave [error] heRe,
THEn? My mOtheR always saiD that If you nEed [errorerror], get Someone to do it while [error]..but then my father kiLled my mOther.
WouLd You prefer that?
-$nakebites
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 2:10 pm
Trist paused, hearing something odd taking place in the Chief's room. Rather, had taken place. She cursed, shoving the files back into the cabinets and ran past River's office, heading for her vehicle. Rose already took off with the chief's car, and Trist had followed her for as long as she could before almost getting rear-ended and spun out into an alley.
((Sorry guys, I'm probably going to be absent for awhile, but I'll try my best to keep posting. I'm (more or less) grounded sweatdrop
Oh, and Trist is near Alfone. I don't know where exactly he's supposed to be, she just is.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 2:36 pm
Jasmine stared at her computer across the room. She was still on hold.
"WAIT FOR JUST ONE FREAKING MOMENT - I'M ON THE PHONE!" She shouted at the computer. What would it do? Nothing. But Elsa was now pissed.
((What a coinky-dink. Find him if you want... but he's Mafia.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 2:57 pm
((Ah, but all she doesn't know that, does she? twisted ))
Trist heard something shatter inside the building. Probably gang activity, or some other crook making his mark. Somehow, in a dark and decrepit structure, she doubted that someone had simply dropped a vase.
She ditched her motorcycle near the building. She'd get it later. Pulling out her handgun, she moved inside the building, keeping out a watchful eye. Sure, she was supposed to be tagging Rose and Anthony, but that could wait. After all, she hadn't seen action in several months. Up some stairs, past some grimy windows... Nothing yet.
Then...
A cat shot across her feet, black as night and just as quiet. But it succeeded in making Trist jump. A knocked over glass was lying, in pieces, from where the cat had come from. Stupid thing... she thought. Apart from the spiders coating the windows and the occasional rat or two, there appeared to be no one with her.
But there was a door.
Stepping over the littered glass remains, she made her way to a single door and twisted the knob. It was locked. Of course. "Hello?" she called out softly, in case there was someone inside. Although she doubted it. This was probably just an old storage room, locked to keep out troublesome teenage looters.
((All she'll know is that someone is in there, tied to a chair.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:02 pm
The sender may or may not have smirked, as if they understood what was going on.
don't get angry with [error]-
But as RIchard or..riNGo once told some fAn reporter oNce-
"bUt we're bigger than god.."
oh..MayBe i need to [error]- oR not Ehwhot? weLL..
tAke a candy from the basket?
The sender implied- was there a candy dish there? who knows really for sure.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:17 pm
Jasmine sighed. "PICK UP THE PHONE, ARTHUR!!!" And there was no fruit basket in the computer room. There had been a fruit basket in the apartment she had once been keeping Alfone - the apartment that had been blown up and almost (unfortunately, key word: almost) taken out Tony with it.
(*sigh* get on, Prince!!! [XD]))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:44 pm
[[ xD Prince won't get on because you think fruit bowls are candy dishes. She might have a candy dish. ]]
i have to war[ERROR]
[error]..Damn. yOu reallY seem tO be unedUcated..HAVE you [error]
ever [error] with thAt[error]..fuNny!? oh well.
yoU May Be Ready for morE extreme riddLes..or not- [error]
[error] sometimes.[error]
Love thAt, don't You? you know[error] i hate? [error]
another Error and i'll take away That candy dish under your papers..
-$nakebites
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:17 pm
((Uhm. Doesn't matter. Dried plums are candy.))
Jasmine's eyes bulged. For all she knew, that... thing... was sending her viruses by the millions. Her laptop did not have a camera or a microphone on it - not the one that was internet-enabled, anyway. The second one did, but it was only hooked up to a charger and had a half-played game of solitaire on it. The third was off.
The windows. No, Elsa thought. There weren't any windows. She had sent those messages via text message. How the hell was her computer located and being the target of messages of the same manner?
Her cell phone was in no way linked to her computer. This was... odd.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:25 pm
Rose could hear the sirens as she busted throught Beans's door. She could smell gun powder , "Beans!!!! Where are you!?!"
((Who can save alfones?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:39 pm
((There's no fire - oh, wait, she might think the cookies' smoke is fire. But in reality there is no fire. He's lying in the kitchen, btw.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:51 pm
((ok, I'm back. Was busy today))
Anthony just stood there while Rose rushed off. It happened so fast and he was still in shock over Beans.
Arthur stood there for a moment before hearing his office phone ring. "Gotta go" he said to Anthony and rushed back to his office. He picked up the phone and said "Police Chief Arthur Rivers speaking".
Giovanni threw open the door and saw both Tiffany and Angel gone. "GODDAMMMIT!!!" he swore and went back in.
"I would if we weren't in a public place and you weren't driving!" Tony hissed, "you're lucky".
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:06 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 glared at him for one moment longer, her eyes drilling into him. "Maybe I'm not lucky..." she breathed icily, to where he would have to strain to hear her. "Maybe I'm just smart." Without looking, she slammed the accelerator, pushing the car forward and making Tony's drink - if it could - splash crazily as she looked forward and twisted the car into a turn, sending the wheels skidding and Tony slamming into the car door. Silently, Sami sped to the bridge and got on it, powering towards Manhattan Island.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:43 pm
"Jeeze!" Tony said and put his seat belt back on before Sami could do anything else.
((and Tony doesn't have a drink))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:46 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...((He ordered one though. At the Starbucks.)) There was silence between them for a moment before Sami spoke again. "You know," she began simply. "I don't know why you think you're so tough with a silly toy gun in your hands. You've really got to get that stick out of your a** and learn how to suck it up and deal with me, because I'm not going anywhere."
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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