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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 9:16 pm
Anthony nibbled back. He chuckled again, then hummed softly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 9:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 9:23 pm
((See ya Eternal! Goodnight... I guess I'll go too! Bye!))
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:12 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire "I guess we'll need to speak to the Don about some sort of air transportation. Can your machine track long distances?" Tony asked. Sami snarled beneath her breath. "Five-hundred miles," she replied immediately. "But by the sounds of it, that's not nearly going to be enough to find them." She nodded to the phone between the seats. "Call the Don immediately. Maybe if we can sneak into the airport, we can found out their destination and maybe even get on the plane."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:44 pm
The nurse, Patricia Marsh by her nametag, fixed Alfone with a cold look. "Stop fussing around," she snapped, tired. She'd already taken over a nurse's night shift since she had called in sick, and she wasn't going to put up with any crap. Nor anything she defined as crap. "You're staying until the doctor can ask a few questions, get any family members' names and whatnot. Until then, you're dealing with me. Capiche?" An evil part of her desperately wished him to ask why they'd need any relatives' names, but she doubted that would be the case. Men, she thought murderously. Always acting tough and wanting to get out earlier than they can handle.
((Oh man, you have no idea how fun it was to write this XD XD XD
I seriously should make a character like her, but I don't think I can handle any more...))
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 3:14 pm
Rose glanced back to see the guards, and wondered what they were thinking as she continued to kiss Anthony.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:18 pm
((Hello everyone! ... gosh... Eternal needs to get on. lol! ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:50 pm
"Er... yeah," Alfone replied. "You're right. Here." On a spare piece of paper, the mafia member wrote down a dispensable phone number which, when called, would alert the Mafia of who and where he was. In which case, they would undoubtedly come and get him post-haste. Or just let him rot... whichever would be less annoying, Alfone presumed....
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 6:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:15 pm
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