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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:18 pm
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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 managed to find her way back without asking for directions and made her way up the stairs, arriving at the Don's office to knock politely on the door. Hopefully he doesn't pass gas again. She thought with dread.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:49 pm
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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...((Goodnight. And I am NOT listening to that.)) Sami blinked as the man ran from the room. He's crying? She asked herself. She mentally winced. Oh God. She looked back to the open door. You sure we can't air out the room first?Stealing herself, she went in. "'Ello, Gov'na!" She greeted, trying to speak as little as possible. She motioned to Tony immediately. "He's got the report for you!"
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:14 pm
Jasmine finished dialing the number. The call went through, rang three times... and then the entire apartment building that she had just ran from blew up. This time, for real.
All evidence gone (and a certain snake), and now Elsa was free to stroll down the street. Only - a phone to get rid of first.
As she walked, Jasmine scrolled through the phone, deleting every scrap of information in it. Then she ejected the SIM card, snapped the phone, and dumped it into a nearby sewer drain.
The card, she clipped in half with a pair of scissors from a Swiss army knife from her pocket. One half, was tossed in a back-alley dumpster outside a restaurant. The other half, Elsa kept for the time being.
Then Jasmine strolled into said restaurant to order steak and potatoes. Bah, life was good.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:17 pm
((If it isn't this late yet, then this post happens when it becomes that late.))
At half-past midnight, Beans was finally released from surgery. Three hours, fifteen minutes, had he been in surgery. Now he was hanging on by a thread - and would need much rest while all his ribs recovered from the breakage, and while his insides recovered from the surgery to retrieve the bullet.
Beans' left lung took particular damage, and had to be stapled closed. Beans was left on an artificial respirator for the time being, until it could be certain that his lung was capable of breathing again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:51 am
((well it may take a little while before everyone checks on Beans then))
((and it's just Peter Griffin farting at the US Congress))
"Yes?" Giovanni asked.
"Well, Sir. Certain circumstances have caused a delay in our progress" Tony said. "I see" Giovanni replied.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:45 pm
Trist quickly reached for the note that had fluttered down, reading in the dim light. The black ink burned itself into her mind, leaving her with only one thought. Damn. A small vial, maybe as long as your little finger, hung in the air above her. Okay, she thought. This could either be a very elaborate joke, a trick, or for real. Suppose it was a trick though. That vial could very well be filled with catalysts. If that were the case, he would die sooner. "Damn it..." she whispered. To hell with it. If she didn't move soon, he was going to die anyway.
Moving him off the chair as gently as she could (which wasn't much, considering he was a little heavy), she took the chair and stood on it, grabbing the cord and slicing through it with her knife. She tried to handle it as minimally as possible, considering it might have fingerprints on it, and searched for any marks that would prove it was more harmful than helpful, but she didn't find anything. The stopper came off easily, and Trist took a slight wiff of it, but it smelled tangy and a little bit like a cough drop. Not that she would know what a poison would smell like...
The man only looked semi-conscious, so she lifted his head up to make sure he swallowed the stuff. "This had better work..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:31 pm
Alfone coughed at the admittance of the liquid, and continued coughing for minutes. After about four minutes - by which time he would have been dead without the antidote - he ceased breathing.
Alfone slumped down onto the ground, his arms loosing whatever strength they had to support him. The color came back to his face, but his eyes were closed. He had ceased breathing.
So - and as far as Trist could tell - he had lasted longer than being supposed to, which meant the antidote worked. However, the concoction had also halted his breathing, which meant that there could only be hope if Trist knew some form of resuscitation.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:41 pm
[[ SHINY!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. D; ]]
Chieko screamed curse words around the back of the car, throwing laptops and stomping on feet.
Now all she could do was that.
~
Tiffany still said nothing, squeezing Angel tightly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:52 pm
((Well, Jaz has no idea what Chieko looks or sounds like. I wonder if it isn't the same way vice versa.
And I know... cry it was difficult to kill a snake, even a fictional one. v_v))
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:43 pm
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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 nodded and smiled sweetly, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible. "So now what?" She quipped politely.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:08 pm
vincent grinned, "Oh please turn coat, you don't even know have the things I've done with this police officer...Sexual harassment, is an understatement."
Rose gritted her teeth, if she wasn't a police officer and in a hospital, she'd shoot him.
Iris stayed away from the fighting.
Angel sighed, "Nothing? Oh well." he lookde out a window. Did she think there was a hit out on him?
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:10 pm
((Mayhem, we need to get this back on the road. Bubba post shortly, but a question to Bread... is Tiffany and Angel in her apartment or a new place, that she got after learning there was a hit on her?))
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:31 pm
((Somebody say something!!!))
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