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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:10 pm
[[ NO MEAT GRINDING!!
BREAK HER LEGS, PLEASE. Make Angel watch her be thrown off a roof or something. ]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:10 pm
Rose kissed him full on the mouth, then pulled back and continued to dry him, "If you keep doing that you'll be more injured."
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:16 pm
 Lick your lips and shake your hips...((You totally ruined my entire plan, Bread! You suck! gonk Meh, then again.)) The men glanced at each other, and then they nodded. "You should probably check in with her," one of them said. "Tell 'er you're leaving." I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:21 pm
"What's that supposed to mean?" Anthony asked Rose, but with a teasing tone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:23 pm
Rose smirked and sat on top of him, "You don't wanna know....." she kissed him lightly and was about finished drying him off.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:25 pm
Anthony gave a light kiss back and smiled at Rose. "So when is Iris getting back?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:25 pm
Rose dropped the towel, "No clue really...." she smiled at him and looked into his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:28 pm
Anthony smiled and looked at Rose in the eyes before realizing his towel had dropped down. He quickly pulled it back up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:33 pm
Rose chuckled and kissed him deeply, "Would I weird you out if I said that didn't bother me?"
((sorry g2g))
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:39 pm
Anthony smiled. "Not at all" he said, "not at all".
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:44 pm
Although the henchmen couldn't know it, Bubba's every action was being transmitted by video feed via the eye in his skull. If she objected to his leaving, Kanu would tell him. Since no one needed to die any longer, Bubba was no longer the best operative for the job. In fact, he had a high chance of... inadvertently killing them, especially if they weren't supposed to die.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:47 pm
Lick your lips and shake your hips... A message flashed across the screen of Bubba's eye. COME BACK NOW. It stated simply. That was it. I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:59 pm
If the mechanical eye hadn't been in Bubba's head, he probably wouldn't have even thought about disobeying. But as it was, he found himself rather curious of what the eye might do to him just because he denied orders.
But Bubba didn't really have anything better to do, so this nullified any further thoughts of mutiny he might have followed, and the hulking lieutenant turned and walked right back into the warehouse. "She objects," he stated flatly, and stood against a support beam, arms folded, as he watched the grunts do what they were supposed to do.
"Drop her off a roof or something," He said finally. "Break her legs, then make it seem like she jumped." This entire procedure was now Agony to Bubba, who wanted nothing more to do with the people he wouldn't be killing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:03 pm
Lick your lips and shake your hips... The eye suddenly moved. Pulling itself out of his eye socket, the eye climbed over his face to the other eye and aimed its camera directly at it. Words flashed angrily across the camera screen, quite possibly Kanu's. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? The camera demanded, asked, roared as the mechanics inside the eye whirled angrily. The tiny, sharp legs weren't doing anything. Yet. The men, busy taking Tiffany inside to push her off the catwalk to the floor of the building to break her legs, didn't notice. I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:14 pm
Bubba shrugged. What was he supposed to be doing? Breaking legs? Was it really that vital that he be the one to do so? His returning gaze at the eye (he wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest), saying as much with a single raised eyebrow.
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