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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 9:25 pm
The doctor suddenly stopped when the phone rang. The medic gave a small smirk as the doctor picked up the phone. "Hello?" The doctor asked irritated, not knowing it was the Don.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 9:52 pm
Anthony pulled away. "So, shall we see Beans now?" he asked.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON THERE!!!!" Giovanni boomed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:00 pm
The doctor jumped. "Uh... nothing sir. We think Laura isn't going to make it." The doctor said, starting to get a cold sweat.
"Give me the phone!" The medic yelled, snatching it. "Sir! He's trying to kill her."
"Get out of my way, damn it!" The doctor yelled, stabbing the medic in the arm with the needle, and injecting the drug.
"Agg!" He yelled. "Damn it!" He tried to put he doctor in a head lock. "Giovanni. I need help in here!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:05 pm
Giovanni sent six men down to sort out the mess.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:06 pm
((Damn... O.o Mafia's full of crazy people, wot wot.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:07 pm
((well, I have to go. see ya guys tomorrow))
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:10 pm
(( But of coarse! ))
The medic started to give way as help arrived. His body became paralyzed by the drug. The doctor quickly grabbed Laura's body and tried to make a run for it, but the window was still locked. "Damn! I'm not giving her over. This body is my research subject." He yelled, looking around. He grabbed a glass bottle of acid and threw it at them, then tried to make a run for it, again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 1:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:27 pm
((*hits the destroy-the-world-button*))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:31 pm
((No!!!! *quickly jumps in UFO* ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:35 pm
((Sorry guys... Charter's been giving me hell for a while now...))
Trist didn't bat an eye at the poor guy's predicament, not to mention his semi-coherent statement... Instead, she just propped him up against the wall, peeking under his eyelids. Wonder if he's going to be alright... she thought, a little curiously. Then, she pocketed her flashlight as she organized her lockpicking set, making sure everything was in its place. Switching the kit for her torch, she set out to wait some more, when an idea occured to her. Well, duh. Might as well get this guy to a hospital, right? She pulled out her cell and called a quick number, cursing as she mis-dialed. She tried again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:37 pm
((The Don certainly is an unidentified farting object. My characters still can't do anything.))
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