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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:10 pm
((Tony's last name is Forelli...and yes, before anyone asks, yes. I took it from GTA Vice City))
Anthony just shrugged and ate his meal.
Arthur hung up. He didn't know what to do anymore. He was on the edge of a breakdown.
Tony stood up and walked over to Philip. "Hello" Tony said and shook Philip's hand.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:24 pm
((How long has it been since Arthur talked to his family? It looks like, with the shootings, and now Claire and Jasmine giving him grief, he'll be in for some long hours. Might want to let his family know, maybe take them out for lunch or something, before he gets caught up in his work. That would also be calming and relieve a bit of stress. A professional opinion from your wanna-be therapist.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:28 pm
((That might be a good idea))
Arthur decided to step out for a moment and go visit his family. He needed to relieve stress and he didn't know if this would be the last time he would see them or not. He had someone temporarily take over for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:30 pm
((Qui, your last post about Jareth and London: Qui_Bears3  Once upon a time....When Jareth put his duffel bag down on the bed he just sighed, "I think this is the last mission..." He spoke while holding a lit cigarette in his mouth. The blue eyes red head just looked at the Irish blonde while wondering how his friend of more then twenty years thought of this.
"I was thinking the same thing...for different reasons..." London spoke elegantly while looking out the large vast window of the hotel room. His soft green eyes scanned the Atlantic City sky line to which he just sighed.
"Is it because of Iris?" He spoke in a mater-of-fact tone. Jareth's blue eyes still remained locked on his blonde headed friend while wondering what this man was thinking. "Well?" He in haled the cigarette smoke while still looking at him.
"Yes...."London spoke while not even looking at Jareth, "All I am going to do is get Claire out of here....you can do what ever else to the target..." London damn well knew that Jareth has been itching to blow something up...other than bowls of cereal.
Jareth just simply grinned, "Sounds like a plan..." The red headed thirty-year-old spoke while exhaling some smoke from his lungs. "Sounds like a really good plan... there lived a witch... My last post about Jasmine, after your last post about Jareth/London: zfatal ((Jasmine's blown up her own building or two, actually, as well. xP )) Jasmine sipped a martini. Although she knew not about Jareth and London being in the same building, there was also no possibility of them knowing where she was keeping Claire anyway, so she really had no worries. An olive, anyone? Ah, delicious. ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:40 pm
((Hello! ... again, I can't post... *sighs* ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:50 pm
((So Jasmine is keeping Claire at the Borgata...? She gets points for style, at least XD)) Trist hung up, looking at Beans contemplatively. Instinct screamed at her to get the job done already, but she knew if their roles were switched, she'd want to know.
Then again, she would also rip out the IV and track down Claire's kidnapper as well. Ah, the judgements to be made.
I can tell you where Claire most likely is, or I can keep you in the hospital confused and frustrated. Your choice. Very subtle indeed. Maybe that's not the best way to put it.
Very well then. "At the risk of getting written up," she started, taking a breath. "Do you want to know where Claire is?" The decision was on his judgement, not hers. Although, giving him the choice wasn't the highlight of her career, either.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 6:53 pm
"Yes," Beans replied instantly, but having been shot in the torso with an armor-piercing bullet, he was not going anywhere for quite a while. "Tell me exactly where she is, and I'll--" a groan of pain filled Beans after this, and he was forced to lay back down. Panting. Sweating. In pain, both physical and emotional.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:01 pm
Once upon a time....
((okay :3))
London sighed while looking rather sharp in his elegant suit. His soft green eyes then looked over at Jareth to which he just walked over to him, "I'll be heading out...You do what you need to do...with out blowing up the building...yet" The young Irishman spoke while leaving the room. He then closed the door behind him while just looking so tired. He wished that he could still be at his apartment with Iris while kissing her soft skin.
Jareth sat on the bed while looking at his duffel bag full of explosives to which he actually had to control himself so that he would not blow up the building, "Aww damn it all!" He spoke while smoking his cigarette.
London went down the elevator while sighing to himself, I need to get Claire out of here.... The blonde though to himself while his soft green eyes just looked blankly at the patterned carpet. When the elevator doors opened he stepped out and headed for the Gypsy Bar again ((that would be the martini bar)) He looked around while seeing a young woman at the bar yet he paid her no mind. He sat roughly four seats away from her ordering Jameson Irish Whiskey on the rocks.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:10 pm
((So he's seen Jasmine, he's had her described to him, and he knows her name, but he cannot relate any of these three facts with each other. xDDD rofl ))
Jasmine finished her drink and glanced at the television. ((Now I have to ask for every little detail I want to add, because you've made this a real place xd )) It was on the news, telling of the unexpected sniper shots and all the casualties, and how the perpetrator had yet to be even found.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:16 pm
Once upon a time....
((London needs visuals! You can't just tell him who he has to eliminate...and besides its interesting like this...cause she could totally mess with him! gypsy bar))
London sat there while tuning out the news that was being played on the television that was closer to the woman with dark hair than it was to him. He then just simply finished his drink while his soft green eyes stung from the bright yellow lights that made the dim lit bar bright. After a few minutes the The Irishman just lifted his pointer finger up to which the bartender made him another drink. London held the rocks glass in his hand while swirling the dark ember drink and just sighed.there lived a witch...
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:18 pm
Qui_Bears3 Once upon a time....He then just simply finished his drink while his soft green eyes stung from the bright yellow lights that made the dim lit bar bright. The Irishman to a sip of his drink in a proper and respectable manner.
there lived a witch... ((He took a sip of the drink he finished? O.o ???))
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:20 pm
((wow... Dose London go after everyone?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:24 pm
Once upon a time....((*sigh* I'll edit it....I had an ADHD moment to which i was thinking in my head something and I forgot to write it.......))) there lived a witch...
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:27 pm
The television--and, more importantly, the drunk oaf beside her--was annoying Jasmine. The femme fatale stood up and moved down the bar, taking a seat next to London, as opposed to the drunkard in the opposite direction as well.
Jasmine was very beautiful. Her nose and chin were both delicate, and her figure was somewhat petite, although her hips were somewhat too large, proportionately, for the rest of her body. Her skin was perfectly tanned, none too light or dark, and her black hair was soft and loose, but possessed no particular smell. Along with her black jeans and her equally black shirt, Jasmine appeared to be a very dark-looking person, although her apparent attitude encompassed self-confidence and independence, rather than emo- or goth-like demeanors.
Then the assassin ordered another drink.
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