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 Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 3:13 am
Rabid Chihuahua Wrote:
Tee Hee! Wuss!
Who am I to talk though... I freak out over any kind of bug that comes near me...
Oddly enough though, I have no problem with snakes or lizard... I'll just reach down and pick up any garter snake I come across... Wild ones I mean...
R-Do Wrote: i've got a wild trouser snake you can hold
Rabid Chihuahua Wrote:Ooooh cool! Lemme see it! Lemme see it! Does it like to be kissed and stroked?
R-Do Wrote: Oh it does! however it used to be the victum of trouser snake abuse... which has become comon place since the internet was invented. It was beat all the time... now it only has one eye and stiffens and spits if stroked to much
Rabid Chihuahua Wrote: Out of the one eye... right?
R-Do Wrote: yes thats one of the rare traits of the trouser snake. it can also change its size when a predetor is near. But whats most amazing is its mind control! It can make its owner do stupid things and lead into trouble...
Rabid Chihuahua Wrote:Like whipping it out at parties in front of those predators... Eh?
R-Do Wrote: yes sometimes... The wild trouser snake has but a few natural enimies... One is the beaver, some beaver have been known to swallow even the largest of trouser snakes whole.
Rabid Chihuahua Wrote: Yeah... but they spit them them out a little later relatively unscathed right?
R-Do Wrote: yes but only if the trouser snake spits in the beaver. then the beaver will spawn either smal trouser snakes or little beavers from its mouth... and that children is where babies come from...
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 3:15 am
((hahaha that was just ammusing then the convo went on to grandparents marrying and killing asian prostitutes with chain saws.... isnt the internet wonderful?))
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:28 am
((Moving on))
::Hiro sat in his office. Staring at the blueprints to one of durem's four museums. He had marked out security cameras and their points of view, gaurd routes and schedules. He wasnt really consintrating on it at this point. His thoughts had strayed far from the plotting. He snickered to himself flashing back seeing tony and vinnie practicaly wetting themselves, when they busted in with ping and the shotguns. He smiled to himself at tarmas smile as she swung the shotgun on to her shoulder, after taking her mask. She scolded the two goons and told them the new development. He was certain that the two of them were more scared of her that the shotgun she had on her shoulder. He leaned back in the chair and looked at the plans. It had been a while since his last job, when he got Tarma her new jewel. This time he was going after something more valuble. Of course it was for her as well. This was going to be harder though. Higher security... He sighed and rubbed his head. It was to be a gift for the sucess of her new inn. He leaned his head back and smiled.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 3:05 am
::ping yawned as she layed in the guest bedroom in nothing but a large GPD shirt. She streched staring at the ceiling and though about the last few days. and living in a mob hide out. It was strange to be perfictly honest but it was how it was and she wasnt going to change it. She loved tarma and Hiro... well he was growing on her, she smiled and closed her eyes falling asleep quickly snuggling a pillow::
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:30 am
::hiro shook his head and rolled the plans up, putting his feet up leaning back in his chair::
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 11:30 pm
((ninjas a half assed post to stop thread from getting moved))
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:04 am
((wow... this thread got cleared out... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 11:17 pm
Hiro rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. squinting into the bright morning sun. He scratched his fingers through his bleach blond bed head. Edging himself up on his muscular arm with a small groan brought forth from a few key stiffened muscles. He yawned scratching his chin, blinking sleepily. The hazy room slowly coming into focus. He smiled looking at the beautiful fair skinned girl wrapped up like a mummy in his silk bed sheets. He smiled,as he put his hand in his messy hair again, trying to remember the events of the night before, there wasn't much something about a drive out to Gambino and Elvis a lot of alcohol and the rest was quite fuzzy. It was about this point he noticed a tux jacket hung on a chair. He yawn putting his hand over his mouth cocking his head, suddenly a glint caught his eye. He held out his hand looking a ring in his finger with a quizzical look on his face. Why the hell was there a ring there, he hated rings. He looked down at Tarma, the pieces weren't quite falling into place just yet. he looked back at the ring scratching his head. Just what the hell happened last night. he reached over and gave Tarma a little shove to wake her his eyes still affixed to the ring. "Tarma babe, wake up..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 11:40 pm
An unlady-like grunt was issued in response as Tarma rolled over, flinging her left arm out over the pillow with a glint of something shiny and burying her face into it as she snuggled down further under the sheets. She didn't want to open her eyes to the hideous glare of day light when she was still ridding on the floaty after-effects of a night of drunkeness followed by a night filled with bizzare dreams. She turned her thoughts to a lazy morning in bed. Perhaps she could even con Hiro into making breakfast... Deciding that was a good plan, she murmured a sleepy reply.
"Shush. Didn't sleep...Elvis dream, really weird...go make breakfast if you're so awake..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 11:52 pm
Hearing Elvis he looked blankly at her blinking "Did you say..." his response was cut short when he noticed the rock on her finger. He squinted looking at it. The lines began connecting in his head. Suddenly His jaw dropped, his eyes shot to the tux. They couldn't of... no... he noticed a silver framed picture on the ground face down. His hand slowly picked it up turning it over. the only thing that came to mind was oh fsck as he stared at a wedding picture staring Himself Tarma and Elvis. His jaw all but unhinged. "Elvis.." He muttered. he poked Tarma again. "Uhh Tarma..." He held the picture in front of her "your gonna want to see this"
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 11:59 pm
"Ugh, God, ******** off..."
Dragging the pillow over her head, she scooted closer to the side of the bed to get away from him. Men were such bastards the morning after. Though the morning after what, she had no idea; funny thing, she didn't remember too much of it. Odd that. Must've drunk more than her share last night.
"Five minutes...no talking before coffee..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 12:06 am
He sighed, sometimes she was such a pain to wake. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Often enough the simple tactics were often the best "Tarma theres a wedding dress on the floor and I'm pretty sure its not mine"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:23 pm
"What the hell are you talking about?"
A tousled black head of hair appeared suddenly as Tarma shot up on her elbows, bleary blue eyes now focused as she leapt out of bed, clutching the wrinkled sheet to her breasts as her feet hit the floor. She had only to take one step to see the pool of sleek white satin adorning the carpet, the shoe half under the bed, the other lying in the doorway, had only to lift her eyes to follow the trail of clothing. Struggling to breath under the preasure settling on her chest, she took a second staggering step, lifting a hand to her head...
Glinting on the ring finger of her left hand was the biggest God-damn rock she'd ever seen, set in a platinum band that could symbolize only one thing. The preasure bands on her chest constricted further. They couldn't have...she would never have... But the signs read loud and clear. Utter panic bloomed, and suddenly she found she could fill her lungs after all. In fact, she could suck in pleanty of air.
All of it expelled in an ear-splitting scream that could be heard as far away as Barton.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:28 pm
Hiro sat back and nodded
"my statements exactly"
He tossed the photograph to his new wife.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:38 pm
Slowly, ever so slowly, the Mafia Heiress turned to face the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Panic trickled away, draining to make room for white-hot licks of temper. Her eyes narrowed murderously, her fingers curling into claws. Prefering anger to fear, Tarma let it come, trembling with the effort of restraining herself from leaping across the distance between them to simply rip into him with her bare hands.
"You. This is your doing."
Her voice was dangerously quiet, making a striking contrast to the visible fury vibrating through her body. There were beefy, muscle bound murdering psychos in the state penitentiary that were less scary looking than the woman standing in front of him. Only Tarma could manage to look so intimidating in a sheet.
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