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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:30 pm
Okay, so ~Happy 400th PAGE~
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:33 pm
Jasmine feigned a yawn and scratched behind her head. "Oh - yeah," she replied. "It's tough to be a murderer these days."
This was to be applied that they should take the comment jokingly and with a grain of salt.
...What scrapes?
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:35 pm
When the surgeon finished stitching her up, the bartender pored some of the brandy on the stitch to help seal the wound and help with the pain.
"Ouch! That burns!" She yelled, grinding her teeth.
"Hold still. You'll be fine." The bartender said. "You don't want it getting infected." The surgeon started to whip off some of the wounds with the brandy and cover them up with bandages and antibiotics. "There... your done. Now don't move, we'll have someone help you into your room." They sighed. "And if you want to take a bath so bad, we'll get one of the girls to give you a bath, but you'll have to wait until your side wound closes up. That should take about an hour or two tops." The medic said. Laura was silent and crawled up in a ball.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:37 pm
Y'know, scrapes. The lady looked like she had been sitting in an alley all night. Rough shape. So she was bound to-wait what?
Tiffany stopped her mindless babbling, in her head.
"Heh..heh. Heh." She akwardly chuckled, focusing on the woman for a moment.
She did look awfully familiar. Like, Roses work. Well she didn't look like a cop. Not her business.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:42 pm
((And NO, sereniy, whenever you come back, Angel has NO chance of recognizing Jaz. They've never met!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:44 pm
Jasmine grinned and chuckled, a deep, delicious rumbling sound coming from the bottom of her throat. Well, maybe delicious to Angel. And possibly Tiffany too--who knew? Her name didn't start with A, that was for sure.
"Yeah. Poor girl. Has seizures. I ought to just shoot her now, you know?"
Small talk was one think, but joking about something you're serious about was another. But, luckily, it was a pretty funny tactic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:48 pm
Tiffany stopped herself from saying something.
Ugh- that laughing made her eyes roll, but of course to be polite she hid it.
Besides. Being in a confined room with too-many serial killer jokes?
Yeah, not cool man.
She looked to Jasmine whilst she laughed, and without noticing slightly tightened her grip around his waist.
She leaned back and took a look to Claire.
"She doesen't look like she's having a seizure. More, tired."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:48 pm
"Mr. Tony. I don't to be rude or anything, and I don't want to ask to much, but could you please take her back to her room. I don't think she's going to listen to any of us..." The bartender sighed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:56 pm
"Help her up then. I'm going to show this to the Don" Tony said, "and the last name is Forelli. You should know that".
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:00 pm
((Update?
I might not be on for long))
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:05 pm
((Anthony and Rose are in the same place. Same with Sami and Giovanni. Tony is checking on Laura. Jasmine and Claire (who is tied up and unconscious) are with Tiffany and Angel in the elevator. Bubbuh is somewhere there))
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:10 pm
Angel looked at Jasmine, "Come here often?" He looked at the unconious woman.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:12 pm
((oh and breadfishes, you need to post in Road Trip. We're all in the restaurant now))
Anthony stood there as he waited for the elevator. "Oh, Beans. Please be alright" he muttered to himself.
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