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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:35 pm
"What the s**t?" Tony asked, puzzled.
((anyway, I have to go. Don't stir up the shitpot while I'm gone. Bye smile ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:36 pm
((Ok. Goodnight. One more post and I'm gone too! ^_^ ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:36 pm
Felipe cursed in English, and started firing insults and curses in rapid, angry Spanish. Sami went forward to him, trying to take him by the shoulders and calm him down - also in Spanish.
Then suddenly Felipe switched to English.
"I WILL KILL HIM!" He roared, pointing his gun towards Tony. "I WILL KILL HIM, SO AYE, DIOS AYUDAME-!"
"Gah!" Sami breathed, taking his weapon by the muzzle. "Felipe..." she murmured.
She closed her eyes.
Then, jerking Felipe's weapon, she pointed it at herself.
She spoke a simple phrase in Spanish - a command.
Tony might've not understood what she had said, but the message was completely clear.
"Shoot me instead."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:43 pm
((I gotta go. Goodnight! ^_^ ))
The communication on the robot suddenly got better. "Let's put it this way, Tony. Nice and simple. How do you know you weren't tricked? You do know Laura was originally a bio-experiment. It's not exactly secret. Actually, in the real world Laura is the only one that doesn't know she was made in a lab. She doesn't have parents, she was created specifically to kill. The government had her for a few years. Cloning is easy with just a few blood samples. But who knows, It could have been the real one. But then again, I am linked to the government and I could have had a clone. Then theirs always the option that I could have created... I donno... microchips I attached near her spinal cord to control her. She's very sensitive to electricity. How do you even know that's her phone? Getting them is very easy. It wouldn't take much. But you shouldn't worry. I'm not after any of you. I'm after the weapon manufacturer. You surely don't think this room is the only place the spiders are, do you? I have hundreds of them all over the building. All of you are victims. Have a nice day!" Lawliet said, then ended the transmission.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:55 pm
As Lawliet spoke Felipe's men were using some of the same device Sami had used to round up the spiders.
Cameras were powerless against a fully-equipped army.
Especially one that was even more powerful than the military.
And with cameras scanning every single inch of the building, finding the buggers wasn't very hard. The building was swept clean in exactly seven-point-three minutes.
Lawliet had no idea who he was dealing with.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:26 pm
((Yeah... Why do I have the strange feeling that no matter what I throw out, Mayhem distroys in her next post? ... Oh well. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:53 pm
((Sigh Anyways I'm tired of this RP being full of spam! AND NO ONE!))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:55 pm
Trist tucked a hand into her jacket's inside pocket, patting around for her lock-picks and breathing a sigh of relief when she found them, neatly put away for her next use. Which would, come to think of it, be in a few minutes.
She put her ear against one door, listening to three people talking, a fourth laughing. Not here.
The next door, a couple were having a heated 'discussion', which ended in dishware breaking. Trist hurried on.
Strange sounds came from the third door, causing Trist to hurry on, blushing furiously. NOT that one.
((Meh... I think it's funny XD))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:56 pm
((Yeah... but sereniy dose have a point... ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 6:53 pm
((WB is understandable.))
Jasmine sighed. Ah well. She drained her glass finally, then licked her lips happily. "The... one who got shot in the back," Jasmine explained. "Only person who got shot, unfortunately. I'm Charlie. What's your name?"
((Next post she's going to drop a hint that she has the penthouse, then leave. I don't have any idea of what else she would say.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 6:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:02 pm
((Nooo! Give me a minute lol. This is probably my last post for tonight...))
Trist knocked on another door, one near the end of the hall, but got no answer. "Room service!" she called cheerfully, one hand behind her back, resting on the handle of what she cleaned most messes up with. Her Glock.
After two minutes of waiting, still no answer. She pulled out her lock-picking set, then worked on her target, freeing the lock almost instantly. Stepping inside and closing the door, she took out her handgun, keeping it pointed, both elbows bent to absorb the buck, should it come to firing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:08 pm
((Trist will never find them like that. A hotel... has a helluva lot of rooms. ._. ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:11 pm
((Zafatal, Invite him over and try to kill him! or sleep with him, etehr one, so he can get close to claire.))
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