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 Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:15 pm
((while Arthur may not be able to do so--being legit. and all--London or Jareth might have some sort of tracer on Arthur's cell phone, allowing London to track Jasmine. How he would know this IS the kidnapper of Claire talking to Arthur right now, I don't know, but I think Jasmine will reveal it shortly... when next Eternal logs on.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:18 pm
Vincent was rolled into the recovery ward. Though it was a close call, he some how made it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:25 pm
 Once upon a time....
London sped down the street while calling up the orphanage, "Sister did something happen?" He asked while trying not to sound worried. When he heard the woman's calm replay he literally stopped his car in the middle of traffic. Horns were blaring at his dramatic driving to which London quickly pulled over while not caring that he was getting flipped off. He then hung up politely with the nun while his mind wandered, Someone knows of the orphanage.... He then looked about and sighed, "I need to call the agency..." He sighed for he hated dealing with the other assassins in the city yet he had to find Claire. He then quickly called up the agency and waited for his boss to answer.
((who ever is in charge of the hired assassins or what have you is who London is calling))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:30 pm
(O.O I don't know who's incharge of an assassin agency))
Iris looked around and rose up. She hopped over to his bed room to find her clothing complete with cellphone and wallet. She looked at his dirty landry wickerbasket and opened it...only to find a ripped schoolgirl shirt.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:34 pm
((Love_To_Cause_Mayhem plays Marie Kanu, who owns the rival gang Hellz Fire. That is who Bubba works for. Jasmine has... no current connections to them. Hellz Fire was hired by the Yakuza, run by Cheiko, to kidnap and kill Tiffany. It isn't an 'assassin guild,' but I was thinking... it could be something in Jasmine's background.
Give me a minute and I'll cook something up for him to be calling, if you don't mind, that is.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:43 pm
Once upon a time....((lol you found the school girl outfit!))
Jareth sighed while getting stuck in traffic, yet again, to which the red head was shouting random curse words while shaking his fist. He then sighed while wondering how Beans and Vincent were doing.
((sure :3))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:43 pm
When the phone picked up, the flat voice of an annoyed clerk was heard on the other end.
"Rellibacy, station number four receiving."
London was now expected to say the password before all else. It was a simple password, which could be mistaken as a normal sentence.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:46 pm
Iris tossed the schoolgirl shirt and went looking...but 'her' cloths were missing! She cursed and tossed her cloths into the wicker bin. She hopped back to the couch and looked around, "I have nothing to do....." she whimpered and flopped down on the couch, "Well....at least he was one hell of a kisser...."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:51 pm
((Um... hello. There are lot of people who are trained to do that. Me for one. How on earth would they spot him so quickly, anyway? You talk about me being unfair, but you automatically know he's there after he knocked about 5 people out on one building not being monitored very well. WTF. Seriously. That should have already been implied. rolleyes But whatever. Unlike you, I'm not going to be a hypocrite *eats cookie*))
Lawliet looked around and the bullet barely missed him. "Damn... Well, all bystanders must now die." He sighed. "Can't risk anything now. He looked into his sights and shot down all of the other 10 snipers with speed and accuracy. He then pulled out his pistol and shot all of the guards he knocked out. "Can't risk anything now..." He walked back up to his spot, grabbed his stuff and moved. "Well this just sucks... Laura's going to have my head if she finds out..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:53 pm
Once upon a time....
((she can read the note or call him :3))
"I lost my watch, do you have the time?" He spoke the password, which he thought was a rather silly password. he waited for the clerk to answer him. He sighed while his soft green eyes narrowed for the voice of this clerk was very annoying which made him want to go to the actual office and kill this person.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 4:57 pm
Iris looked over at the number. She debated over to call London to find out where the hell did he put her cloths. Seriously...Iris continued to debate as she rested on the couch, trying to get as comfortable she could. Sadly this was one of those wierd couches that curved. The kind you'd have a lot of friend on for conversation...or just two people for a long passionate night...Iris hit herself lightly, "Don't think about that!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:04 pm
((WOAH LOLLI. I'm sorry that I should have to intervene, but I KNOW that your post is unacceptable. You don't know how Mayhem is... professional is one way to describe it. What you have just done is frankly, impossible. Nobody can dodge bullets and then take down ten snipers. Not when the snipers are firing. At. Him.
You imply that the snipers and guards aren't doing their job very well. I know Mayhem will disagree.
Hey, better from me, than from Mayhem. stare I doubt anyone likes to be around angry people, let alone an angry Mayhem.))
There was an impatient sigh on the other end of the phone line London had dialed. A few keyboard clicks could be heard, and one would assume that this tiring clerk had forgotten the password himself and was just now looking it up.
A few seconds passed.
"It's twelve after two," the flat voice replied, even though the time given was about two hours off. Another password--one given when the caller was being listened to or watched--also existed, though London had not uttered that said password. Speech was free.
"Freelance contractor London recognized." Another sigh followed this; the clerk was obviously bored and un-enthusiastic about his job. Now London would be able to say or ask whatever it is that he called for.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:10 pm
Once upon a time....
London spoke the the rather bored clerk while sounded very annoyed, "Any contracts int he system for or against Claire know affiliates Officer Beans of the New york City police?" He waited while lighting a clove cigarette
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:15 pm
((... It's in my nature to either protect others or make them suffer. Recently, it's being the 2nd choice. Besides, I don't know the definition of 'realistic'. There is no such thing. It's only and ideal, just like 'normal'. Then again, a lot of people thing I'm crazy too. But whatever. ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:20 pm
((I might be kicekd off!))
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