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 Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:24 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." But no one moved. After all, what was there for Angel to commit suicide with? There was nothing in the room. Absolutely nothing. His hands were handcuffed against the pipe and, even if he had his guns, he wouldn't be able to reach them. To those who had captured Tiffany and him, the threat was an empty one. 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: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:25 pm
sereniy_eyes ((Iris looked at London and produced a tape. It sows him and Jasmine doing very dog like things. She looked at him and growled, "Yeah....right...." *punch!* he does look like a 'very naughty puppy' though.....damn...))  Once upon a time....
((London pouts from being hit by Iris yet he simply just looked up at her with looking very emotionally hurt, "I don't remember there being a camera there..." He spoke knowing he was going to get hit...again for telling the truth and being honest. "Iris...I do love you..."))
London spun around seeing yet another strange woman. He was about to hand the food to Claire yet he froze, "Can I help yah?" He spoke with his Irish accent. His soft green eyes locked onto this woman while unarmed.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:26 pm
Angel shrugged, "F**k you guys." he started to position his teeth to bit off his own tounge. He grinned at one of the camera's and let them watch as he tried to kill himself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:28 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." "Dearest one, why would you try to attempt that?" A silken female voice cooed from... well, apparently the speakers from the ceiling. "We all know you don't have the guts to pull it off. Not with your sweetheart right next to you to watch you die."It was true. Tiffany was right next to Angel. Not within reaching distance, of course, but she was able to see everything he did. "Or did you forget about the sweet little thing?"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: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:30 pm
AninOnin ((Sorry! We were performing at the Murchison today sweatdrop )) ((Meh, let me edit really quick... Sorry XD))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:30 pm
((Iris raised and eyebrow, "Ummmm I doubt it. You f****d another woman!!!! What kind of self conrol do you have when you just met me a few days ago, say you love me, and I think you just f****d her because I didn't f**k you!!!....f**k..." Iris pouted in a sexy way))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:31 pm
AninOnin Trist heard a door close on the flight above her, making her take the stairs two at a time. When she reached the landing, she saw a man fiddling with the vending machine, presumably trying to get muffins of some sort.
The other person, Trist had identified as Mrs. Soon-To-Be-Beans.
She had no clue how to tell that he wasn't the kidnapper, or at least a helper. The only thing she had was the name Jasmine Mena and an image of Claire, although she wasn't tied up and wasn't trying to run away from him. She mostly looked... tired... sore, probably. And there were raw marks where a cord or rope had chafed her skin.
She obviously couldn't whisper to Claire without getting London's attention as well, so she pulled out her cell and tried to reflect sunlight from the windows and into her eyes. It would be a test to see how alert she was, even with being tired, stressed, on-end.
The vending machine would take a while, but not long. The young officer hoped it would be long enough.((I realized as soon as I'd posted that she wouldn't know London, so she wouldn't know that he wasn't an accomplice.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:35 pm
Once upon a time....
(("that's not it..." He could not control himself for Iris was looking so sexy...Yet the man had a leash on his collar that was tied to the back of the dog house. "I had sex with Jasmine because you got me so turned on that when we stopped my.....balls ached...." Again he was honest...."I tried to refrain from it yet....I am just a pathetic man!"))
London waited for the items that he bought to drop fromt he vending machine. when he turned to face Claire he saw a woman looking at him but mainly Claire, "Can I help you?" He asked with his accent.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:35 pm
Angel grinned and wiggled his tounge out of his teeth, "Hell she might feel sorry for me 'IF' I bit my tounge off. Or she'll call me emo. Anyways, she's not my sweetheart, she's my fare. Of all the jobs I was given, I had to get stuck with a pissy bipolar princess, that b*****s all the time, doesn't even accept my offer when I asked ehr out and yet for some odd reason once once I get her out of my life, she f*****g appears for no reason to mess up my life.
So no, she's not my sweetheart. That wont be until we get to third base." he grinned again, "By the way what's you name? I only ask because I'm hoping your as sexy as your voice sounds." Hell he was stuck there until someone killed or took him somewhere else. Might as well have some conversation.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:38 pm
((Iris raised an eyebrow, "Yeah I saw your restraint when you got her drunk off wine and then when you ripped off her pants to where they couldn't even be recreated as chaps. YEah......" She pouted again and crossed her arms. Stupid....cute...puppy...eye....crap....))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:39 pm
Claire absently took the muffins and the water and took a step back, trying to hide behind the corner of the vending machine. She didn't really want to drink water while... whoever this was... maybe another kidnapper... was there. Wouldn't do to get shot at... or something....
((Reflects her state of mind.))
((Come on. You don't need to say that stuff Qui! Role playing in OOC... rolleyes xd ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:40 pm
((Mayhem you kind of just contradicted yourself. First she wasn't there, now she was. confused ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:40 pm
((Whaaat?
Are we going with London saw Trist anyhow...?
Nevermind...))
Trist gave up her attempts, putting away her phone. Apparently, the vending machine hadn't taken as long as she'd thought.
London had about two seconds to shut Trist up before she began berating him--loudly--for worrying about muffins when Claire was still in the same building as Jasmine. If any of the local police heard about it, Trist would not be able to help. New York City was within her jurisdiction. New Jersey was not.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:42 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." "My name is unimportant, my doll," the voice from behind the speakers cooed. "This relationship is strictly on a need-to-know basis. But if you insist on being difficult..."A metal noose dropped down from the ceiling, looping itself around Tiffany's neck before tightening snugly, like a collar. "If you hate her so much, then perhaps you're better off without her..."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: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:46 pm
((HEY!!! OOC RP IS FUN!!! especially when your characters can't talk to eachother yet...OH! one more thing! I still havn't revealed how Iris is going to know London cheated.
^.^ wanna guess? And no....not the suddden outbreak in a STD))
Angel shrugged, "Heell maybe killing her now will save her from a lot of torcher. Oh and If you 'do' kill her, nothings going to be here to stop me fron killing myself. So hey, if you 'want' to piss of whoever's trying to get us alive, go ahead." he grinned at the woman, "I wanna go with Teara...but that would fix...Samatha?...Caroline...naw too western...how about Angelina? Tell me when I'm getting close to your name."
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