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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:19 pm
((LOL!!!!! I loved that post!!! Wrath of God!! LOL))
Iris looked at Jareth with dazly eyes. She spoke slowly, "S-sir..I...don't...need..as..asistance......" then she looked lazly out the door, "W-why...was..I..on the...floor? Was I pushed...over?" She closed her eyes and rested her head on Jareth's chest. He was still holding her, "I...can't...remember...did I fall?...." she spoke with the voice of a tired girl who spent the entire night partying. She sighed and frowned. She couldn't think straight.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:35 pm
 Once upon a time....Jareth smiled down at her while walking over to a bed and laying her down. He then ticked her in the thick warm blankets while speaking to her in a nice soft tone, "I just found you on the floor of the elevator..." He smiled at her while kneeling down next to her bed. He then pull out a small box from his coat pocket and opened it. Inside was an old wooden rosary with an old wooden cross. He wrapped it around his hand and started to pray for her silently. It was the only thing he knew to do for he was raised by nuns, and also he figured that praying for Iris wouldn't physically hurt her. After ten minutes of just silently praying for Iris he got up from the floor and just smiled down at her for a short moment, "get some rest..." He then walked out of the room and motioned to another cop that he did not really know to stand by her room. He then decided to take the stairs this time and left the hospital. The nurses and doctors still had the fear of God in them from the highly religious man.
London got out of the shower and dried himself of with a really expensive towel that was designed to get you dry and fast. when he was done he quickly got dressed in a rather nice looking suit while putting a wooden rosary around his neck. The blonde Irish man kissed the wooden cross and headed out of his bed room with a light smile, "If yah want to you can stay here...if you want to leave just call down to the front office and they'll get a cab for yah..." He then left his pent house and headed to the elevator to get to his car. there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:42 pm
Iris meakly nodded and curled up in the bed. She closed her eyes, the last thing she saw was Jareth...praying for her. She didn't think anyone prayed for her before. She smiled slightly at the thought and drifted off into sleep, hugging the sheets close to her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:42 pm
Lea watched him leave. She took another shower and put on some of his clothes (because she had no extras). She looked around the place and realized it was a pit. "What's with batchlers and not picking up anything..." Lea asked. Out of boredom, she started to clean his appartment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:01 pm
Once upon a time....Jareth quickly walked down the the stairs while unraveling the wooden rosary that was wrapped around his and and put in on like a necklace. He then stepped out of the hospital while he quickly walked over to his old beat up car and sighed to himself for a moment. Jareth opened his door and slide right into the driver's seat while turning on his car slowly. He smiled for he was pleased that his car did not explode. The commissioner then drove down the road towards a small stone church.
London walked into the private garage and slowly walked over to his Aston Martin while carrying his special cello case. He then walked up on the right side of the car and opened it with no problem. Slowly he sat in the leather seats of his black sports car while turning the car on. He smiled for it did not explode. "Thought you would try something, Jareth..." He breathed while lighting his cigarette. Once he took a quick drag he drove out of the parking garage and headed for the stone church. there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:13 pm
((I donno what to post... *sighs* ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:27 pm
((All my characters are stuck now!))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:29 pm
Although she was without a vehicle and was farther away than any one out of herself, Bubba, London and Jareth, Jasmine arrived at her cousin's house very quickly. She was in a rush, and thanked her cousin many times while they both helped her get ready. After everything was said and done, they threw Claire, bound and gagged, into the 2003 Gallardo Lamborghini that her cousin generously lent to Jasmine. "That ought to keep her down for a while," said Elsa 'Jasmine' Mena, who had hit her across the head with a KO-form. The two cousins hugged, and then Jasmine was off, leaving behind the relative who was most likely going to be dead soon. Off and off, to the wizard of Oz!
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:31 pm
((Man...Jasmine is a b***h))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:37 pm
((lol. It seems that way.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:48 pm
Once upon a time....
London entered the old stone church that they go to every Sunday bright an early. In this neighborhood nobody know them but those two boys from the orphanage. He liked that better than anyone in the world to be hiding in plane sight. His eyes were closed while he pried to himself:
"And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgment I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hase me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me among Thy saints."
London breathed while his emerald eyes opened and looked up at the simple alter where the body and blood of Christ was kept under lock and key.
"Whosoever shed last blood. By man shall his blood be shed. For immunity of god make he the man. Destroy all that which is evil. So that which is good may flourish. And I shall count thee among my favored sheep. And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven." London breathed again while closing his eyes feeling rather calm in a way. he loved going to the calming place for it was what he was used to since he was a child. the Nuns, when they could not find him, always found him sleeping in that very pew while holding his rosary. he was never alone...
Jareth opened the door heard London praying which he two knew this one by heart for it was what they always said when they were just kids. Oh how they protected the young girls at the orphanage from everything and everyone!
"Never shall innocent blood be shed. Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of god. Amen!" Jareth tossed his red hair to the side while walking down the rows of pews. when he got to the pew he was planing on sitting in he bowed before God and then took his seat. "London..." he breathed while looking down at the ground, "I need help....One of my cop's girl is missing and I think something bad is going to happen to her....." He then looked up at his friend knowing that London could not resist. "My guys are spread too thin while trying to take care of this mobster bull...." He stopped himself from cursing in Gods house, "I need your help...."
London looked at the man and spoke, "Sure," He smiled at his friend while kneeling before god, "i just need a photograph of the lovely lady," He smiled at his friend in a brotherly sort of way, "Yah know I'll always help you out in a pinch!"
The two men stood up and bowed again to god. They both then walked out of the old church and to their cars while London started to smoke a cigarette, "I'll call you if I get any info about her...once i get the picture..." He smiled and drove off leaving Jareth to himself.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:50 pm
((Ummmmmmm Claire isn't a police officer.
and if you're taking about Rose, she's under the protection of the FBI and not missing.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:16 pm
(('My cop's girl' refers to Claire. Beans is a cop. Claire is his girl. I'm interested in how London will deal with a lady who kidnapped a lady.
But I'm a bit curious--when you said Body and Blood of Christ laying there, you WERE talking figuratively, correct, Qui?))
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