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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:08 pm
"How about neither" Arthur said, "it would be best. If you kill, you will be found, and you will brought to justice".
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:17 pm
A slow, unseen smile crept onto Jasmine's lips. "Thank you, Chief, for sentencing ten policemen and ten civilians to death. I have a whole city - you have a single precinct. Good luck catching me."
There was silence for a moment.
"Oh," she whispered into the phone, "this is a recorded conversation, for your information."
A click; the phone was dead. Exactly as Jasmine had planned. Now that she was no longer busy, she busied herself ((XD)) with checking the extensive set of messages on her laptop.
Her first thought was: What the hell?
Her second thought was:
What the hell?
Her third thought was:
What the HELL?
Her fourth thought was:
Man, I want a cheeseburger.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:31 pm
Arthur slammed the phone down and immediately dispatched several units. He also made contact with other police stations in the surrounding areas.
The phone conversation had been recorded. Arthur also tried to get a number, but there wasn't one.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:41 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire Tony closed his phone and looked at Sami. He gave a small cheeky smile and said "just a friend".
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 smiled sweetly at him. "All right," she replied before turning back to her studying. "That's all I needed to know." Her eyes narrowed slightly. Besides, I'm going to find out eventually anyway.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:45 pm
Tony looked back to the police station.
Anthony was still fidgety.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:52 pm
you are so stupid- honestly, leave the room.
please get off your skinny a**- [error] ridiculous [error]
you deny my lovely offers, and are probably scratching your head like some oaf.
what do you want, a cheese-burger?
The sender's red thin lips formed a smirk.
"I want to take down the police myself. I don't need help from some twit with an ego problem.."
Like the pot calling the kettle black, really.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:30 pm
"
We want someone dead.
Murder them or die slowly.
Bring an umbrella.
Do you have an umbrella.
Do try running please.
"
Jasmine slowly said, raising an eyebrow. She deleted the messages and put her hands at the keyboard, ready to type... but nothing came.
Who was this? To what motive was she being annoyed? Those, and many more questions buzzed in Elsa's mind. It was, indeed, extremely... annoying.
"Let's find out exactly where you are," Jasmine murmured, executing a few key lines of coding.
In six different coding languages.
Soon enough, a virus was on its way to the sender - not a damaging virus, but a spyware mechanism. It was not of the assassin's own design.
In conjunction with this, a message was sent in reply:
everyone Wants someone dead. wHy shOuld i care?
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:44 pm
The message sender, whomever you assume it could be- knew their computer was bound to be filled with viruses.
Instantly she- or "they" searched up their firewall, and took a look at things.
Nothing found.
s**t.
She looked again. Nope, guess not.
Might as well send them a little greeting if there was, however.
GREETINGS FROM UNDER YOUR DESK.
namaste.
bonjour.
hola.
hi.
konichiwa.
nihao.
aloha.
*tongueclick*
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:45 pm
zfatal ((Sulty? ...Sultry? Or Salty? XD He has no idea where she is, and to somehow "know" would be god-modding. I'm curious to see how you wish to accomplish this task of "meeting the... ...himself.")) ((He has invisable contacts! It's a little god modding that no one can find her in the first place!!! So I'm sticking to it!!!! ...but I can only do it if Prince alows me!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:47 pm
Iris looked sympathedic when her phone rang. She picked it up and after afew minutes hung up. She turned to Anthony, "That was Rose. She's at the hospital with BEans."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:50 pm
[ the last post on pg. 379 is your friend, sereiny. :3 Mine too. ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:53 pm
((KK))
Angel sat lisson vagualy to what Tiffany was doing. He didn't want to snoop, he just had to keep her a** out of trouble....her nice....round....Angel kicked himself, D****t! Don't think about that right now!
((I can't get throught the day without making Angel a little perverted.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:54 pm
((Here's something. Jasmine's phone could have left a voicemail message - from the miscellaneous noises in the background, your agent guy could be able to discern where the message system could have been recorded. Not godmodding at all, and there's nothing I can do to stop you.
So, now you are fully capable of knowing where Jasmine is. For the moment.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:55 pm
((So he could walk into the station lisson to the recording and find her? Just like that?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:55 pm
"Is Beans alright?" Anthony asked, hoping it was a 'yes'.
(Depends on what kind of contacts? Who are they?))
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