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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:35 pm
Trist heard the shooting over the roar of her motorcycle's engine. She was on her way back to her apartment to analyze the blood's content, but it seemed like a random shooting might take precedence over that. She pulled into a parking lot, making sure to stay out of direct sight of the windows for as long as she could. The last thing she needed was a bullet through the heart.
It wasn't the obvious risk of dying however. It was more of the idea that there could be a slab of metal sticking next to a pulsing organ that gave her the creeps. Not to mention that was how her sister had died...
She wasn't stupid enough to enter the building when there had been a shootout, but she wasn't going to just wait and see what happened. She clambered noisily onto a large garbage bin propped up beside the shop and onto the restaurant, peeking in through the sky-light. Trist wished she'd cut her hair, so she wouldn't have to hold it back to keep it from giving her away. Note to self, she thought. Cut hair.((Soooo... are they in Red Lobster or a coffee shop?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:37 pm
((Umm a coffee shop acrost from a red lobster))
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:39 pm
((Red Lobster))
As Lea tried dodging, one bullet grazed her shoulder as another hit her hair, burning some of it. "Two against one. That seems about even." Lea said. She ran to the side of Jasmine and swung her sword hilt at her head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:42 pm
Vincent couldn't move. He started to worry that he couldn't feel the bullet pains in her back anymore.
Iris continued to shoot at Lea.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:44 pm
((k, Thanks smile )) Trist finally put her iPod up, then withdrew her weapon. She was an amazing shot, but she didn't want to kill anyone. Therefore, what she was attempting would be extremely difficult, even for her. Please, just stop moving, she thought desperately. Everyone, freeze for one millisecond.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:45 pm
Once upon a time.... The blade was blocked by a very thin amount of razor wire that was strung up from somewhere. London had his trademark clover cigarette hanging from his elegant lips while the pulled just enough to force the young woman, that looked 21 yet he just got that feeling that she was almost his age. He then jumped from a fire escape while holding the razor wire in his hands while talking elegantly with his Irish accent, "Now way are you lovelies all fightin' for?" he asked while taking a drag of his cigarette. His soft green eyes surveyed the situation to see if he was going to get attacked for jumping in on an all out gun brawl. He was dressed very elegant, almost like an Irish version of James Bond!
 there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:48 pm
Iris gasped and held her weapon pointed at London, "F-freeze!" the adrenalin was making her gittery, but at least she could hold her gun straight, "Police! put down your weapon!" But in the back of her mind, Iris thought...."Kinda has a cute accent...."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:48 pm
Jasmine would have done this even if the sword hadn't been blocked surprisingly, but that it had was only good fortune on her part. Jasmine fired at point-blank range at Lea, murder in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:51 pm
Iris's bullet hit her hair again. Lea was about to kill Iris when she heard London. She froze and closed her eyes and aimed her gun at Jasmine. "She broke my tea cup and got hot tea all over me and my new dress!" Then she pointed her gun at Iris. "And she keeps getting in the way and burning my hair with her stupid bullets!" Then she pointed her gun at Jasmine. "And both of these b****es are trying to kill me."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:51 pm
Perfect, Trist thought, firing a minute second before Jasmine had. She hit her intended target, just grazing Lea's temple. The plan was to knock her unconscious and prevent Jasmine's shot from killing her, but of course, events were impossible to predict.- Edit -
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:52 pm
((Does that work or not really...?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:53 pm
((Either way it is god modding.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:55 pm
Iris Shouted at Lea, "I said drop your weapon! And I told the other woman to stop firing at you! I told her you wern't the one who caused the insident!" she kept her weapon trained on London still.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:55 pm
((No... but it wouldn't work for Lea cause she heals fast.))
Lea fell over and dropped her sword stunned for a second. "What the hell! Someone else have a death wish?" She asked, rubbing her temples. Her blood was already starting to clot, but it wasn't near as fast as Laura had healed. She then turned to Iris. "Like she was even listening to you!" She yelled. "I'm not stupid!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:57 pm
Once upon a time.... "You must be Iris am I right?" He spoke with his accent while holding his hand up to wrap a lose thread of razor wire around the cop's slender tasty neck, "Normally I don't do freebies yet I wanted to remind you, Mam, that it would not be so wise to be fightin' with one of my clients and Jasmine that goes for yah too!" His soft emerald eyes narrowed with a serious look on his face. His blonde hair blew about in the wind as he spoke, "Your office, mam, hired me to take down a known child molester only an hour ago!" He was serious, "imaging if word got out that the law of this city hired an assassin to kill crooks they could not get their hands on!" London tugged lightly on the string that was around Iris's neck, "I'll let you go if you leave and put YOUR gun down!" He then looked over at Jasmine and spoke, "You on the other hand we could do some business together if you are interested" He paused while taking another drag, "So how about we stop fighting and talk!"
 there lived a witch...
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