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 Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 10:00 pm
Eternal_PrinceOfFire Tony didn't know Spanish, but the language was familiar to Italian, so he could make out much of it and assume other parts. He gasped when Sami turned Felipe's gun on herself. "That's it. I'm going to find Lawliet and kill him" Tony spat. "Well, you better hurry up and do it," Felipe snarled. After a moment, he lowered his gun. Sami breathed a barely-visible sigh of relief. "Leave," Felipe spat. "I will have some of my men escort you out." Sami nodded and motioned for Tony to follow her, but Felipe set a hand on her shoulder. "No, my lamb," he stated simply. "You're staying here tonight. You still need to pay for the sniper getting around here in the first place, after you got precise orders to make sure he came alone." Sami winced a little at the emphasis. "It appears you need to be retaught. Thus you will remain here. My men will see Senor Tony out and back to his vehicle. You will stay behind and be released in the morning. It seems you need to brush up on a few lessons." He turned to Tony, and Sami - for a split second - had a look of absolute dread upon her face. But her teachings reappeared, and her face smoothed over again into cold indifference. But her hands - clenched into fists - were trembling. "My apologies that our first meeting has to end so abruptly - I will be contacting you tomorrow. Farewell, and - until tomorrow - Buenos Noches." The doors opened, and men entered the room, standing around and waiting for Tony to begin walking outwards.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 2:01 pm
Lawliet washed up and tamed his frizzy long (for a guy) black hair. He put on a tan foundation and powder to make his skin look a natural color, other then his normal extremely pail skin (that made him look like a zombie). He then put on white gloves. "Might as well get this done and over with." He sighed. He looked like a completely different person. He picked up a letter he had typed up some time before, and headed for Felipe's building. "Let's just hope that no one realizes I'm wearing makeup..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:14 pm
 Once upon a time....
((Sorry i haven't been online...can I get an update?))
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:27 pm
((Ummm I don't know how to update the otehrs, but my characters are still in the same place))
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:03 pm
zfatal ((Trist will never find them like that. A hotel... has a helluva lot of rooms. ._. )) ((My brain died. That's the only excuse I can come up with. Other than her phone being off, but I'm not going to accuse anyone lol Nevermind. What room is she in? Or does it matter...)) After scoping out the room, concealing her handgun, then leaving, Trist realized that this wasn't the best tactic.
Maybe I should start drinking coffee, she thought tiredly. But wait, tea has caffeine too, right? If it does, it's not helping much.
She crept downstairs towards check-in, ignoring the glaring counter girl that seemed to ask "Where do you find the gall to walk into an expensive hotel dressed like that?" Nope. Instead, she went straight to a more amiable looking young man, maybe three or four years her elder.
"Hey," she said casually, sliding across the granite towards him, blinking her eyes flirtatiously. Hopefully, he just might be taken in by her pathetic attempts at seduction. Either that or he'd fall for her schoolgirl innocence. Heaven knew many guys got that cocky once they hit their twenties.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:49 pm
((Claire is being held in the penthouse. If there isn't a penthouse at the Borgata, then they aren't at the Borgata. Simple as that.))
((Recap. Um... Sami took Tony to her superior business associates, got in trouble because Lawliet the turd wouldn't leave well enough alone, Anthony and Rose are in an airplane, I don't know what the hell Bubba is doing (sarcasm. he's waiting for Bread to reply to the Angel/Tiffany arc). Jasmine asked London's name, I THINK. I forgot.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:17 pm
Once upon a time....
((thanks))
London sat at the Bar in the Gypsy Bar. Again the dull yet bright yellow light was causing his soft green eyes to wince. He then looked over at Jasmine while his mind started to think for a moment. "So what brings you here other than the fact that it is not New York?" He asked with his Irish accent.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:22 pm
zfatal ((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.)) ((Here you go. I'll post in a second.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:31 pm
Jasmine blinked. Okay. Apparently, it was time for twenty questions, and she did not get a turn.
"My business associate, the madman with the uzi submachine gun, was about to will me part of his estate when he suddenly went bazonkers and got himself killed. His property was here in New Jersey. I'm staying here, and I'll be attempting to get the property." Jasmine tilted her head and smiled crookedly. "What about you, Nameless?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:34 pm
Once upon a time....
"London," He breathed while looking at the slightly Gothic young woman, "Where in Jersey?" He asked, "Maybe I can 'help' you with something?" He asked while casually taking a sip of his whiskey. His soft green eyes locked onto Jasmine's own eyes.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:40 pm
"Some range of land. He owns a golfing business. Somewhere around..." Jasmine looked around. "Not here. Up somewhere...."
((I can't think right now. And I have to go.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:42 pm
"Wait a minute. What are you going to do to her? This wasn't her fault" Tony protested.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 1:49 pm
((*sigh* I feel like I'm going to hit a dead end here. Did Jasmine check in a room online, or in person?)) The man smiled, although it didn't quite touch his eyes. With a suppressed shiver, Trist realized he had been raking his eyes over her, checking her out. Creep. "Hi, can I help you?" If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't know the slight monotone edge to his voice.
"Please," Trist said, smiling. Maybe if she could charm him into a better mood, she'd get somewhere. "I'm looking for a friend of mine? Maybe she checked in earlier...?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 1:51 pm
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