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 Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 2:35 am
Tarma smiled in a bright, almost friendly fashion as she walked over to Ping.
"Aw sweetie, it must be hard to talk with that nasty tape over your mouth...allow me!"
Gripping the tape firmly with a smirk, she ripped it off sharply, no doubt leaving the officers face stinging smartly. With her usual dazling smile, the heiress boosted herself onto the counter, crossing her legs and brushing at imaginary lint on her skirt as she settled comfortably into her role.
"Now then. You were about to call me some nasty names. Go ahead then, dear. Just make them a bit more imaginative than the pathetic attempts your sort normaly comes up with."
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 2:50 am
::Hiro smiled at the woman::
If I were you ping I really would be nice to her... You should see some of my scars.... But honestly If your going to take a shot make it a good one...
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:00 am
::ping gritted her teeth as the tape was ripped, It hurt like hell but it was better that than to give the brown haired b***h what she wanted to see. She glared at her and then to the man. They werent seriously considering playing good cop bad cop were they? God damn it! They were mocking her and that pissed her off. It was bad enough the man whore had done his little bit earlier. He was damn lucky that the first hit knocked her out. She tried to calm her self to no real avail. She started to consider her options. Stay silent, Say what she wanted... and take the punishment for it... or say what they wanted. She closed her green eyes and opened them glaring into the womans::
Nasty names? I can think of plenty that fit you better than that hidious skirt you draped on that stick you call a body....
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:44 am
::Hiro bit his lower lip, It almost felt as if the insult nicked him while being directed at tarma, never the less he stiffled a snicker... Blondie had just singed a death warrent. This was gonna be fun to watch::
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 12:37 pm
The smile on her face brightened several degrees and she touched a hand to her heart in mock affront, all the while beaming at the blonde like she'd said something remarkable.
"Why, that's fantastic! Don't you think, Hiro dear? Why, the woman is down right witty!"
Slipping down off the counter, she began to circle Ping' s chair, lips pursed in consideration as she tapped a finger against her cheek. Finaly stopping in front of her with a mildly thoughtful expression on her face, Tarma waved a hand as she spoke.
"There is one little problem though. See, your body type and mine arent so very far appart. Oh, and then there's that other problem..."
The back hand she dealt the officer knocked the chair over, leaving her with a red, swollen handprint on her face and a bleeding bump on her head from hitting the floor. Tarma's eyes were glittering dangerously as she stood over the cop, hands on her hips as she scorched the floored woman with a killing look; she'd gone from zero to b***h in .006 seconds.
"No one talks to me that way. No one. Especially not some dopey blonde flat-foot with more cleavage than brains."
Waving a hand to Hiro, Tarma turned to pour herself a short glass of bourbon, bright smile in place once again.
"Pick her up dear. Let's try that again."
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 2:06 pm
::hiro got up from the chair and walked ove to ping standing behind her he bent down and wispered to ping::
You know if you had just held that temper of yours back a little this woulnt of happened... All she wants to know is why your here...
::He lifted the chair and ping back to thier normal upright state, he smiled at her and wiped a bit of blood from her head::
Now Are you going to cooperate? I know you'd sit here and take a beating all day if it meant spiting me and her... Or perhaps... we can do this another way? Does Tarma have to start in on your precious tank? I'm pretty sure she can find a lit of fun tools to try on it? What do you think Tarma?
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 6:12 pm
The ice in her glass clinked as she swirled the amber colored liquid; the smile she gave Ping was mean and predatory.
"I have been meaning to pick up that blow torch again, ever since I took apart the beamer of that b***h who cut me off on the freeway. Now THAT was fun."
Bringing the glass to her lips with a wicked smirk, she sipped her drink, knowing that she had already won. Revenge always had been her favorite past time.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:30 pm
::a unconsious look of panic shot across pings face, and was replaced by rage::
YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON ALPHONSE, b***h!!!
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:31 pm
::hiro looked back to tarma discreetly and gave her a slight smirk, they had her now.::
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 1:29 am
"Oh hunny..."
Giving a light little laugh, Tarma shook her head, looking at Ping with the sort of gentle sympathy one gives to the significantly brain-damaged.
"I would never lay hands on your...Alphonse. Don't you know I never get my hands dirty? No no, I'd take an industrial grade laser cutter to it. I can see it now..."
A dreamy look came over her expression.
"The sparks flying, the grinding whinge of metal peeled apart by ten-thousand degrees of seering white heat...the pitiful groan as the remaining shell colapses in on itself from all the structural damage...the skeletal metal remains left out in the rain to rust for all eternity...."
She sighed to emphasize her overly-dramatic point, knowing the thought would kill the pretty little blonde in the bad hair-cut. Screwing with this one's mind was pure pleasure.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 3:22 am
::pings rage contorted into dispair at the vivid imagry of her poor alphonse being demolished by the devil in stiletos, she burst into tears...::
what do you want... anything just dont hurt my alphonse!
::she sobed uncontrolably::
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:06 pm
At the sight of Pings tears, Tarma was almost moved to sympathy. Almost. Leaning against the counter, she studied her manicure at arms length, eyes narrowed slightly in apparant concentration.
"I want quite a few things my dear. But we'll start with you telling me who you are, why you are here, and who it was that told you camo-print was stylish so that I can have them put out of their misery."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 9:46 pm
::ping choked outher words between tears and breaths::
My name is officer ping... of D platoon, I'm here investigating the disappearence of a dimond... officially... un officially I'm here to pin it on Hiro there if he doesnt pay up enough money to get a place to stay...
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 5:43 pm
Shocked inwardly, Tarma did no more than raise an eyebrow as her eyes widened slightly in her surprise. Black mail? This skinny little blonde do-goody was orchestrating to black mail? Seriously impressed, Tarma pulled over a chair, seating herself in front of Ping with legs crossed, studdying the woman eye-to-eye.
"Extortion? You?"
Pursing her lips, Tarma nodded slightly before smiling wickedly.
"I misjudged you, blondie. You're not a schmuck...you're a God damn opperator."
Leaning her elbow on the back of the chair, Tarma looked thoughtful for a moment; then, she nodded decisively, watching the Officer closely.
"I approve of the way you work, and I respect a woman with questionable morals, so I'll make you a deal, blondie. You will feed the GPD whatever information I happen to hand you, including that you found no evidence of the diamond necklace on this investigation foray of yours, and I'll put you on my payroll. You'll be given a weekly stipend of, say, five-hundred dollars. On top of that, you will be given free room and board; meaning, of course, that you will live here, where we can keep an eye on you."
The smile she gave was victorious.
"Do we have an accord?"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 7:44 pm
::hiros jaw dropped to the floor... her live here... HIt was if His life flashed before his eyes and he saw how his world would end...::
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