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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:24 pm
 My head hurts like a ******** b***h.
All these people make me sick.
Life just makes me wanna itch.
People always makin' me twitch.
DISAPPEAR?
"You would love it if I just DISAPPEARED." ((I don't really buy it that a 'normal bystander' could make it through the back door AND all the way to the roof without being caught, but whatever. I don't feel like ******** arguing anymore about things that should be completely and totally obvious and common sense...))
Sami's phone blinked from where it rested at her side, and she looked over at it to pick it up and flip it open.
"Foreign sniper on the roof."
Sami's eyebrow went up, and she texted back.
"Where are they aiming?"
The text came back.
"You."
Sami's eyes sharpened.
The ******** texted back.
"He's in your territory. Do what you want."
As soon as she sent that message, a sniper from a nearby roof was sending a bullet into Lawliet's shoulder and another was shooting his weapon off the roof. Lawliet was outnumbered a good thirty to one.
Then Sami was calling Tony, holding the phone to her ear as she flicked the cigarette away and rolled up the window.
C'mon, Tony... pick up... she thought. I've got a bone to ******** pick with you.
((And woo! New format! What do you think?)) Well <********> you too.
I don't need this SHIIT.
I'm STAYING here for a thousand years,
And you can just ROT in your pathetic pits.
NEVER.
"Would you miss me if I vanished? Well, too bad."
"I will never be a memory."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 2:39 pm
sereniy_eyes Iris got into the bathroom and went searching threw the Irish hotty's...IRISH GUY!!! Irish guy's medicine cabinet. She pulled out some ace-bandages and with the seat down, she sat on the toilet, tried to get her leg straight, and tried to bind her leg. ((Sorry! I'm getting kicked off! Till tomorrow!))  Once upon a time....
((lol hottie!))
The Irish man sighed while watching Iris try to bind her leg, "Would you like some assistance?" He spoke smoothly while his soft green eyes just simply watched her. "You should not be bending like that..." He then knelt down next to her and took the bandage wrap from her. He then softly started to wrap her leg so that her wounded leg would not get any worse.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:04 pm
((This is so hilarious. London just won't LEAVE IRIS BE, will he? xd I'd be like, "Get the hell away!"
Ohm... dunno what. To. Do. ._.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:17 pm
((lol zfatal!))
Iris narrowed her eyes, "I never said anything about having you help me..." she let him anyways. She felt a little awkward. His touch made her heart race. And it didn't help that he was so close.....She shook her head and tried to keep her head going less...hazy. She spoke carefully, "You doing a job for the commisioner?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:29 pm
Once upon a time....
"Yes," he spoke while focusing on bandaging her leg. When London was done he gently placed her leg down and just looked up into Iris' eyes. "Finding Claire," He finished his answer while slowly getting up from the floor, "Are you hungry?" He asked in a calm tone, "I'm going to pick up either some Chinese or Soul Food."
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:40 pm
Iris suddenly looked angery at him, "What the hell.....what are you doing here then?! Shouldn't you be out looking for her? She need more help then me!" Iris was heatde now. She liked Claire. Hell everyone at the policestation like care. She could even rememebr when she come to the police station to give the police cookies when they were on a big case and didn't go home.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:49 pm
((Mmm... cookies.... heart ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:51 pm
Once upon a time....
"I really don't have any leads...I'm not a cop..." He spoke while looking at the rather pissed off Iris. Yet the man left the bathroom and simple put a silk button up shirt on and headed for the door, making sure to have his razor wire and cello case with him. Why does he have so much faint in me? He wondered while writing his cell phone number on a small piece of paper with a note:
((a completely made up number!))
1-809-477-9822
You can stay in my home for as long as you want...if I come home I'll take the couch...if i die...the house is yours....On the refrigerator door are a bunch of menus for near by restaurants...or just dial 'zero' on the telephone on the wall and the complex will order your food for you...just put it on my tab...
London
London sighed while picking up the photo of the missing woman, Claire, and then left his home. He had one of those gut feelings that he was not going to live. Lord...if this is my time...please watch over Iris and Claire....if my life must be exchanged for theirs...then so be it...London walked to the elevator and headed for the garage.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:56 pm
((lol))
Iris waited for London to leae before she started to cry. SHe was tired. She was tired of being alone. she was tired of backstabbing cops. she was tired of life making her life a missurable hell. She sat on the bathroom floor and Shade the cat bobbed his head under her chin and she laughed/sobbed, petting the cat. And now she had to find a new job...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:56 pm
((Oh yeah!))
Jasmine laughed in that soothing, sensual voice that one could only be born with, not learn. "You silly, silly police chief. This is me. I told you--I told you and you ignored me. Now take a look at what has happened because of your stupidity. So many wasted lives."
Jasmine paused and waited for Arthur to speak... which would likely be filled with anger, but not necessarily so. Jasmine was aware that her cell phone could be traced, but first Arthur would need to connect his own phone to the system!
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:03 pm
Once upon a time....
London sighed while taking out his cellphone to which he texted Lea:
It's 'the Charmer' have you heard or was contracted to a hit regarding a woman named Claire Beans?
When the Irish man was done he had another conflicting feeling in his chest to go back to Iris. Yet he knew that he was just making her so mad. He was unaware that she was crying in his bathroom. London made it to his garage to which he noticed something strange about his Aston Martin. There was a note on his driver's seat. London picked up the letter and held it up to the light checking for any mechanical devices. When he saw nothing he slowly opened the letter. Int he envelope was a small wooden cross...that a child would wear....His soft green eyes narrowed while screaming out of pure rage. He then hoped into his car and turned the ignition and sped down to the orphanage screaming out of rage the whole time.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:08 pm
Iris heard the car leave as she tried to gether her thoughts. She cupped the cat to her as she stoud up and limped over to London's couch. She sighed and layed down. Her entire world was turned on its axis.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:10 pm
((Claire isn't married to him yet.))
Bubba left the house which had been Cheiko's target. Apparently, her quarry--Jasmine--had been there... and now Jasmine's cousin was dead. Her dismembered remains were now smoldering inside of her own oven. Bubba had helped himself to the last helping of a very delicious pumpkin pie left over from Thanksgiving. The entire house would catch fire in... half an hour or so. No evidence linking Bubba existed, except tangible fingerprints and such. Which would soon burn away.
Bubba raised a phone to his ear and was automatically connected to HQ. If Kanu was not present at the console, she would still get the message whenever she returned.
"Marie. The target's quarry has fled. I killed the quarry's cousin, who would give me no answers. The target--Cheiko--seems to have disappeared. Alternate orders?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:12 pm
Once upon a time....
(( i know but London doesn't know that and Jareth did not really give him much info))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:15 pm
((OMG now Angel is stuck on Bread still!!!!)))
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