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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:56 pm
Jasmine took the glass gently, then raised it to sample. She was not generally a wine person, but it did taste very... nice. An acquired taste, but nice nonetheless.
"So do you know your wines?" Jasmine asked, unsure of what to say, really.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:56 pm
((I night be able to fit in one more post...))
"Yes... things happen to turn out like that don't they." She sighed, walking up to his door. She awkwardly bent down, opened the door, and carried him in, then set him on the bed. "Now you need to get some sleep. It's been a long day for you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:03 pm
((Goodnight Everyone! ^_^))
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:04 pm
Tony laughed. "Yeah...sleep...okay" he said and rolled to his side.
((goodnight))
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:02 pm
"HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU. I CANNOT WALK!"
Tiffany yelled, echoing through the building.
Her eyebrow twitched with evil and if her legs worked she would have kicked him in the shins.
"Find me a wrench and then I'll be your little girly friend."
She complained, spitting out some more blood.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:09 pm
Jasmine's favourite little unidentified hacker grew Anxious.
So, what better to do than take it out on everyone else?
"Where. Is. My. Item? I grow impatient."
She demanded via text to the leader of Hellz Fire. She wanted her manservant/lover/stalkee
Before she destroyed every enemy gang and the Mafia in attempt to rule the city.
At least that way he couldn't be used as a bargaining chip. She had already made a deal with the woman, the horrible woman with her cheesy chinese motif.
Maybe Chieko was just anxious, but she needed something to do while they were being tortured.
Although. She could have some fun with that pesky little assasin she had conversed with earlier..
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:23 am
((Morning everyone! ^_^ ))
Laura gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat in one of his recliners, just in case someone came in. As time passed, she slowly drifted into sleep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:49 am
zfatal Jasmine took the glass gently, then raised it to sample. She was not generally a wine person, but it did taste very... nice. An acquired taste, but nice nonetheless. "So do you know your wines?" Jasmine asked, unsure of what to say, really.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:58 am
Angel winced and he did what he only could. Her lifted her up with only one arm, with his hand on her rear to keep her from hitting the ground, and ran out the room hoping to god that the gunman in the vents can stall Bubba long enough so they could get out. Angel rushed down the hallway and shouted at Tiffany, "Before you get bitchy my arm is f*****g broken and this is the only way to carry you right now!"
He ran down a few hallways and needed a breather. His lungs felt like they were going to explode and his muscles didn't like to be handled the way they were since he was just being torchered a few minutes ago. He cursed and wipped the blindfold off Tiffabny. He didn't know he had a larg cut that ran acrost his right eye, but he could feel the blood dripping from his face. He Took his own blindfold, which fell around his neck and shoved both blidfold to Tiffany, "Since your arms work, broce up my broken arm with these blindfolds. They look long enough." he Struggled and tilted his body so she'd have a clear way to brace up his arm.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 11:42 am
((I wonder isf bread will be angery at the a** grab...))
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 2:20 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." Kanu shifted before reaching for her phone. She sneered. "It's here, DARLING. WAITING FOR YOU. I'll get it ready."She pushed a button. Suddenly the floor underneath Angel opened up, and he fell into darkness. The floor closed back up. He hit a relatively soft surface, but he hit it hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Then he was blindfolded once more, and something closed over him - if he were to feel it, it would seem like a glass dome - made of safety glass - had closed up over him. Then whatever he had landed on jerked forward. He was being moved to somewhere else. Far away from Tiffany. Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 2:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:48 pm
Having a slight case of claustrophobia (another reason she chose to ride a motorcycle), Trist threw herself against the stairwell door and ran up the steps, taking two at a time. She was in good enough shape, so she wouldn't be too tired once she reached the penthouse. And if she did start getting out of breath, she'd just have to suck up her discomfort and ride an elevator.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 5:52 pm
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