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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:40 pm
((Chieko, methinks, is trying to track down Jasmine? Other than that, I've no idea what anyone's doing.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:42 pm
Rose smiled sadly, "Me nether...but I thought it would be a good distraction."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:42 pm
((my parents are making me get off early again. What the hell is their deal! *grr...* I'm very sorry... got to go. *sigh* ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:45 pm
((FATAL! BUBBA IS FOLLOWING [or with them. Whatever you want] THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK TIFFANY AND ANGEL! I'M WAITING FOR YOU TO RESPOND TO THAT.
Ya know. Fyi.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:18 pm
Bubba scratched his a** as he waited for the car (which was following the car Tiffany and Angel were in) to get wherever it was going. He had removed all bullets from his arm, the nano machines doing their job of stopping an otherwise fatal wrist bleed. Bubba had literally wiped a bullet out of the air, earlier, when in reality it had lodged into his wrist, where he would have bled to death with said machines.
Bubba said nothing, only mentally going over his next job that would end with a successful murder.
As opposed to a snatch-n'-grab.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:26 pm
"I know" Anthony said, "but let's just get to Iris' place. This day has made me very tired".
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:33 pm
 Lick your lips and shake your hips...The brown UPS van pulled up to Bubba, and one back door opened for him to climb inside. I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:37 pm
((No, he had already climbed into the car literally right behind Angel and Tiffany. He doesn't know if he's going where they are, or where he's going if he's not. He's just waiting for orders, huzzah.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:44 pm
Lick your lips and shake your hips... ((Oh, okays. Sorries.)) A message flashed in Bubba's artificial eye. FOLLOW. was the simple message as the UPS truck began to drive towards the industrial part of the city, pulling up to an abandoned meat-processing plant. One that had been flawlessly furbished to serve as a Mafia-torture-hangout. I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:48 pm
Meat processing, Bubba thought, wondering at how appropriate it was for the new purpose. The hired grunt-turned-thug-turned-semi-invincible-hit-man-turned-super-grunt grinned as he saw the location zoom towards him. Oh, how he would love to get his hands on Angel in one of the torture rooms... but, unfortunately, Bubba had no self control. If they let him into the room where Angel was (hopefully) going to be tortured, then Angel would simply die, inevitably, before the session was over.
Bubba thought about, if he were to die, the kind of train he would prefer to be hit by. It was an interesting line of thought.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:51 pm
Rose smiled but looked up, "Umm how are we going to get there?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:57 pm
Anthony chuckled. "I guess we have to take a taxi one more time tonight" he said.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:06 pm
The truck pulled into the back. It was near dawn, so the streets weren't very crowded.
No one who was worth anything saw them.
Once there, the men - dressed exactly like the mafia - got out and began to inspect the premise. Another headed over to Bubba's car, seeking to talk to him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:21 pm
((Unfortunately I must leave. Just have him approach Bubba, I guess, and I'll get on tomorrow evening. Yayz for Fridayz. ^_^))
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 1:15 pm
((hey Mayhem, I don't think it would be near dawn just yet))
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