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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:26 pm
 Once upon a time....
(( TTĪµTT what!?!))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:36 pm
Jasmine brought back orange slices, and began to eat them as she watched the news with Claire. Claire could still do and say nothing, since she was bound and gagged.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:39 pm
Once upon a time....
((do you want an opportunity to try and kill London? *hinting at the barber shop*))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:50 pm
((Um... Jasmine wants nothing to do with London. xP))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:50 pm
Once upon a time....
London entered the barber shop and sat in a rather comfortable plush barber chair. A young woman with long black hair and soft blue eyes greeted him and started to shave his face. London closed his eyes while trying to figure out how he could find Jasmine...
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:03 pm
Trist walked beside the man's bed, pulling the curtain aside. "Detective Beans?" she said softly, knowing he would not recognize her. Not as a cop, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:10 pm
Beans continued to stare off blankly, in his reverie, but shook his head after a second, and met Trist's eyes. "...yes? Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:20 pm
Trist pulled up a chair, stalling for time although she'd already made her decision. After half a year of living in hiding, she was naturally reluctant to expose herself. Especially on a whim, even if she'd been digging around.
"My name is Trist Shay. I work under Chief Arthur Rivers as an undercover cop and I'd appreciate it if you kept that to yourself. I heard about your fiancee, and I wanted to help, if possible."
Well, that was the hard part. Sorta. "I'm not coming to give condolences, I'm here to get information." A little brusque, Shay? she thought. "If you have a name, a description..." Then, glancing at his cell: "... a number..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:31 pm
Beans raised a quizzical eyebrow. "First," he said slowly, "can I see any kind of proof of your statement?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:53 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." A audio message was sent from the eye directly to Bubba's brain.
"False alarm," Kanu stated simply. "Go back to where we're holding that Tiffany brat and her little boy toy hostage. Keep a watch on them. It seems they're waking up, and I want no trouble. They are to be delivered to Chieko, both alive Understood?" 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: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:00 pm
Bubba switched on his engine, backed up, knocked a Stop sign over, and peeled out of the industrial park. Soon enough, he was pulling into headquarters... where commotion was happening.
Bubba pulled an RPG out of his trunk and glanced around, to see....
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:01 pm
((I don't know. Apparently, according to Bread, someone has broken into an underground holding cell.
At least that's what I can get from it. =o))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:03 pm
((I myself know what is happening. It's painfully obvious. But I still need for Bread to describe the area. xD))
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