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((Um... goodmorning! Tell me when it's the next day, ok?))

((Sorry sweatdrop . Every time I read it, I want to add an "s"... And I don't even know anyone named "Alfonse," so I don't know where that comes from...))

Trist would've watched through a window to see that they had arrived at the hospital ((what's it named?)), but as it was, she simply found out when they rolled to a stop and the back doors were opened. For some reason, Trist had never liked hospitals. They painted everything up to make it seem like such a bright, happy, even hopeful place. They made everything white, the walls, the towels, even the sheets they covered the patients with when they died. And the smell... Ugh.

But oh well. It had helped her out on more than one occasion, and it saved her life at least twice. So she was going to continue paying her taxes and thanking her lucky stars that someone had thought to build big buildings to stick nurses and doctors and surgeons in so that people would have a better chance of living.

Not to mention this sickly soul in the back of the ambulance. He was lucky too.

((Hey, Fatal, would Alfone have any identification on him? Even a fake DL?))

One of the men came up and grabbed Angel by the wrist, pulling him over and twisting his arm behind his back, threatening to crack his arm at the shoulder blade if he did any funny stuff. Another did the same with Tiffany, their guns constantly trained on the two hostages.

"Quiet, little boy," the leader of them snapped. "You're going to be featured in a rather bad accident. I suggest you start praying."

A warning message was sent to Bubba via the eye.

TARGET BEING MOVED MOMENTARILY. HASTE ADVISED.

((Permission to chloroform?))

((lol Yay for torment!))

((A bit godmodding...))

*bump*

((*sigh* I despise not being able to post.))

((Ok. *hugs* I believe you. Here, have a pie. *hands over pie* ))