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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:24 pm
[[AH. of course *smacks self* ]] Tiffany stomped back to the desk, and spun around in her chair a few times.
Quite a few times.
The computer had loaded, and she read an article on ransom letters.
The people next door seemed to be loading rifles, or some kind of clicking noise.
Tiffany's eyes locked on the phone, and you could almost time her going white.
She slumped herself into the next room, in order to convince herself they were just...making toast, not plotting her and Angel's miserable bloody death.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:24 pm
Vincent let out a sigh, seeing no one was here...so no man at the front desk. He smirked and pulled out his gun took of the slilencer and took a shot throught the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:27 pm
((lol so Tiffany is going to Angel's room?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:29 pm
[[Erp.. I think I meant her living room/kitchen area. I THINK. D; ]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:30 pm
Arthur was yelling at a police chief on the phone.
"Excuse me?! I received a phone call with a death threat to innocent people in the city! What kind of chief are you?!...No you listen to me! This is serious! Do you want to be reported to the district authorities? Didn't think so! Good day sir!" he hissed before slamming the phone down. "How did he get that position..." Arthur grumbled to himself before seeing Iris. "Oh, Iris" he said, "what do you need?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:33 pm
Iris looked down, "Beans..he's in the hospital...in critical condition. the doctors don't know if he'll make it."
((lol bread))
Angel sighed and placed his guns down and layed down on the bed...which squeeked awffly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:34 pm
"I see" Arthur said, "and you and Anthony want to go see him I am sure. I would go myself but I have to stay here a little longer".
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:37 pm
Iris nodded, "Alright..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:40 pm
Arthur nodded. "See to it then. He needs all the support he can get" he said.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:41 pm
Tiffany's head snapped toward the sound of the squeaking.
She picked up Sam the dog and swiftly her feet pattered up the stairs to the bedroom loft.
You could say she was slightly paranoid.
Nervously she beat a fist on the wall, a New Yorker reaction to a noisy neighbour next door.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:42 pm
Jasmine stood up immediately and straightened. There was nothing under her desk (she thought), but it was more important that a gunshot had been fired in the building.
Elsa immediately rolled to the center of the floor, and grabbed an AK47u from the table there... then turned, and unloaded an entire clip in a wide spread at the only wall that didn't have junk lining its surface. This was the only wall between the back room and the lobby.
The bullets had gone everywhere. There was literally no possible way that anyone had survived... unless they were invulnerable to bullets. The thought made Jasmine shudder, and she reloaded her AK silently.
Her guns were professionally made and handled, you see.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:44 pm
((sereniy asked me to tell everyone that she's off for the night))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:46 pm
((Er, great. Now I'm stuck in the middle of a firefight... and Jasmine can't deal with Chieko's wiles, either.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:48 pm
The sender's mouth sat agape.
Instantly her hands were fast at work, typing in keys at breakneck speed.
WHAT THE F**K IS [error]?![error]
Do you know how much plaster that Is going to takE?!
"Thanks for runing the hotel.. Some people have no respect for their surroundings!!"
Shouted Chieko Hanasemasen, head of IWAO.
She stomped a stilleto on the foot of one of her attendants in the car with her.
He said nothing, but it was evident that the pain was immense by the fact he held his breath till HIS CHEEKS WERE purple.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:50 pm
((his breath was purple? XD ))
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