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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:33 pm
((so what is happening with Sami?))
"I see...so this Jasmine seems to be wanted for something already" Giovanni said. He looked at Alfone. "Is there anything else you know?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:34 pm
((What do you think?
Let your imagination run wild. :3
It's a surprise.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:46 pm
((I think she's have a tea party while being tortured by being forced to wear a pink, shrilly dress, while a boring, monotone instructor on an old black-and-white film goes over the same set of rules over and over again. While eating low-fat brownies, yeughck.))
Alfone shrugged. "Rest was all a blur. So much... hanging...." Alfone shuddered, watching something far off, that no one else could see.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:48 pm
((LAWL.
And you never replied to my PM, Fatal. sad ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:48 pm
"Perhaps you just need to get some rest" Giovanni said. He then looked at Martyn and said "please escort Alfone to his room. Thank you".
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:58 pm
Martyn escorted Alfone to the driver's room (in the Mafia HQ? Hm.) and then left to do whatever it is he would want to do. Alfone had water, a bed, and could get up and tell somebody if he wanted food (or go get it himself, the lazy b*****d).
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:17 pm
Giovanni just sat back and sighed. Today was just not a good day.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:20 am
((Good morning everyone.))
Lawliet sighed. "You really have no idea what to do. I'll stay out of it if that's what you really really really want... If you want my suggestion, I'd say either don't go or demand that you can take someone with you. Then take someone loyal you can trust with your life. Then there's always that last option, but..." He started to trail off. "It's crazy enough it just might work, but I wouldn't risk it unless you have a twin or something. Pull the switch places trick. Make it so that this identical person knew you well enough to say what you would say in those situations. When the going gets rough, they can say they aren't you, but you'd have to find someone skilled enough who's willing to put their life on the line. They could die on the spot." He suddenly stopped and started thinking. "Do what you want." Lawliet finally said. "Though, it might be best if you stay here. I'll go and see the Don and explain things to him."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:36 am
One of the maids knocked on Laura's door. "Um... ma'am?" The maid said.
"What is it?" Laura snapped.
"Lawliet is here... and he's taking with that man you were just with." She said.
"WHAT!?! Why didn't you say that earlier!?" Laura demanded, running out the room. She ran downstairs to Lawliet's part of the basement. "LAWLIET!!!" She yelled. Lawliet cringed.
"Yes?" He replied calmly Laura punched at him, which he barely dodged. Laura assaulted him while he tried to defend himself, ending with him being on the ground being kicked by Laura as she swore at him.
"Laura, it's ok now! He understands." Lawliet said. Laura picked him up with one hand still furious.
"Look Lawliet, you really f****** screwed up!" She yelled.
"I know I did, but you were right about that gang... That and we're currently in mixed company." Lawliet said, pointing at Tony. Laura looked over and saw Tony standing there. She had assumed he left already.
"oops..." She muttered, dropping Lawliet. He got up and dusted himself off, and Laura turned away, embarrassed again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:18 pm
zfatal Jasmine glanced around. Her question formed in her head: '...what old friend?' But she dismissed it. "Anyway," she said, returning her gaze to his eyes, "you're quite the man with that... wire." Jasmine's face remained flawless, although it took a tremendous amount of self-control not to laugh at her last statement. "My accommodations are quite luxurious," Jasmine continued. "Penthouse, rented out by my 'benefactor.' ...Want to see it?"  Once upon a time....
The blonde was getting rather bored at the bar and wanted to see what this woman was planing with the unarmed man. "Sure," He spoke elegantly while paying his tab. "It's rather crowded here anyway." London spoke while showing one of his most famous sexy smiles.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 1:19 pm
Iris woke from her dream and kicked hersefl again, "Damn it!"
Rose kept sleeping.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:31 pm
The assailent had already moved out of the way of the general directtion in which this missle had fired. Knowing Bubba, unfortunatly meant that these were heat seeking missiles, or targeted missiles. Which sucked for our hero here. So he had to keep moving in a half-assed attempt to escape. He still managed to snipe a few guards, and try to aim for Bubba, if he was able to be seen.
With a grunt, Tiffany tried circling around one of her wrists in the quiet. She couldn't help but wonder what was making people make a sound and then slump to a floor. But if someone dropped a weapon [Ideally a wrench or a gun] she could maybe use her wrist to take the weapon and either bludgeon Angel to death or find a way to escape. A wrench seemed like her best bet, but was she really somewhere a wrench was handy?
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:08 pm
((lmao))
Bubba threw down the used RPG and quickly raised his commandeered AK-47, firing. When Bubba caught a glimpse of the person, and realized who it was... he grunted in surprise. Which was the equivalent of a normal person gasping in shock. Bubba's attempts to kill the insurgent renewed doubly with ferocity and anger.
As it would help him more being away from him, Bubba's eye--that annoyingly durable mechanical eye--dropped to the floor and slipped away into the darkness during the chaos.
Bubba was still firing, however, but he only had use of one eye and he was angry. The assailant had the advantage... sort of.
((Yes. I think everybody wants Tiffany and Angel, or just Tiffany, to escape. She can find something; I think that would be fine.))
Jasmine wordlessly stood up and made her way to the elevator.
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